He just became the last Celestial Master, and the school beauty is already calling him "Dad&quo

Yang Guang lay on the large Simmons bed, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

She sat up abruptly in the darkness and grabbed two handfuls of her messy hair.

Thinking about these things, Yang Guang gritted his teeth.

Damn it!

These heretical cultivators are not human!

A perfectly good family was ruined just because they wanted to get some blood to feed the zombies.

Moreover, these bastards don't need to go looking for themselves; they've all come to Fengdu City because of the news of the evil god breaking the seal.

Exactly!

I'll just treat this as closing the door and beating the dogs, and I'll teach them all a lesson!

Since his cheap father, whom he had never met, was able to single-handedly conquer the entire evil cultivation world and make those rats tremble with fear.

As the last Celestial Master and the only son of the Yang family, I absolutely cannot be careless!

It's not just about upholding justice and preventing more tragedies like Tongtong's from happening.

The most important thing is!

These wicked cultivators, who have committed numerous evil deeds, actually possess a great deal of merit!

Killing one is like creating a walking ATM for good deeds!

If we kill them all, we can make up for the huge debt of good deeds that our cheap old man owes to the underworld sooner.

Being debt-free is a relief; all the money I earn in the future will be the start-up capital for getting married and having a big, healthy baby!

Thinking about these things, Yang Guang immediately understood.

The next goal is quite clear.

Kill the heretical cultivators!

Make money!

Do good deeds!

Having understood all this, he stopped worrying about the 200,000 yuan that had flown away, and gradually fell asleep with his head tilted to the side.

Not only did it fall asleep, but it also started snoring loudly.

Early the next morning.

Sunlight streamed through the gaps in the curtains as Yang Guang put on his faded school uniform.

I came downstairs in my canvas shoes.

He stretched out a big yawn, his face flushed, and he returned to his usual carefree demeanor.

There was none of the grief and indignation I felt last night at losing a huge sum of 200,000 yuan.

In the living room.

Chu Sheng was sitting cross-legged on the sofa, holding a large, thick porcelain cup in both hands as he drank water.

Er Lengzi lay on his back on the carpet, one of his legs flailing unconsciously in the air.

I saw Yang Guang coming down from upstairs.

The man and the dog froze instantly, all their movements halting, and they both turned their gazes to Yang Guang.

Chu Sheng immediately shut his half-open mouth, not daring to breathe.

Er Lengzi also suddenly rolled over, his two heterochromatic eyes staring warily at Yang Guang, afraid that this guy would suddenly have a mental breakdown and pounce on the dog.

"What are you looking at?"

Yang Guang rolled his eyes and raised his hand to scratch his messy hair.

I walked to the coffee table and poured myself a glass of water.

"What are you two doing playing 'Red Light, Green Light' so early in the morning?"

Yang Guang's tone of voice and his smug expression completely reverted to his old ways.

It's like it comes with a factory reset recovery system.

I cleared away the gloomy mood from last night with one click.

This made Chu Sheng and Er Lengzi visibly relieved.

Amitabha.

Thank goodness, it seems that Brother Guang has adjusted himself.

That means we don't have to worry about him.

Chu Sheng touched his shiny bald head, his face instantly plastered with a fawning smile.

"Brother Guang, how did you sleep last night?"

Yang Guang pursed his lips: "It's alright."

"This bed is too soft; it's not as comfortable as the armchair at our agency."

Er Lengzi also breathed a sigh of relief, grinned, and spoke in his pure Da Chazi accent.

"Oh my god, Mr. Yang, you're finally back to normal."

"Last night I dreamt that you were carrying a broken bowl to the underpass and fighting with Old Jia for territory to beg for food."

"I was so scared that I got up in the middle of the night and drank some cold water to calm myself down."

"Go to hell!"

Yang Guang walked over and flicked the dimwit on the forehead: "Do I look like the kind of person who begs for food?"

"That's called strategic investing!"

"You guys don't know anything!"

Having figured this out, Chu Sheng immediately chuckled and approached, one hand raised in front of his chest, his eyes gleaming with a sly light.

"Hey Guang-ge, since you're in such a good mood, how about we go to the school for a free meal?"

Upon hearing this, Yang Guang's eyes lit up instantly.

Yup!

I still have that unlimited meal card that Principal Tian Sixi gave me in my school uniform pocket!

Great minds think alike!

Yang Guang snapped his fingers, a smug look on his face: "Let's go!"

"Since we have the meal card the principal gave us, let's go eat our fill today!"

Eat until you're full!

"We'll make up for the 200,000 we lost yesterday, every single one of them!"

Upon hearing that they were going to cook, Er Lengzi instantly jumped up from the carpet, wagging his tail like a propeller.

"Woof woof woof!"

It dutifully switched to barking mode, after all, it might encounter strangers at any time when it went out, and it didn't want to be mistaken for a monster and dissected for research.

After half an hour.

Fengdu No. 3 Middle School, First Canteen.

It's only a little past 7 a.m., so it's not time for class yet.

The cafeteria was bustling with activity as students lined up to buy steamed buns and fried dough sticks.

Meanwhile, on the second floor of the cafeteria, in the staff area that specializes in stir-fries and high-end set meals, a strange army of people was seen eating dry rice.

Yang Guang sat down in the chair with an air of authority.

Chu Sheng was wearing a tattered cassock, and a large porcelain cup was placed on the table in his hand.

Er Lengzi squatted on the chair next to him, drool already covering the table.

And at the eight-person table in front of them.

There were more than twenty baskets of crab roe soup dumplings, four large bowls of braised pork ribs, and more than a dozen servings of crystal shrimp dumplings.

There were even several golden-brown roast ducks and a stack of steamed dumpling baskets that were half a meter high.

The teachers eating nearby stared in disbelief, their chopsticks hovering in mid-air for ages before finally falling.

Is this a reincarnation of a starving ghost?

Yang Guang didn't care about other people's opinions at all. He held a duck leg in his left hand and used chopsticks to pick up soup dumplings with his right hand.

"Hey bald monk, don't try to take that braised pork ribs from me, that bowl is mine!"

Yang Guang chewed on duck meat while calling out indistinctly.

Chu Sheng retorted, his mouth stuffed full and his face greasy.

"Amitabha Buddha, Brother Guang, monks shouldn't have greedy thoughts. Please let this pork rib be used for the deceased's salvation!"

As Chu Sheng spoke, he picked up a bowl of pork ribs and poured them into a large porcelain cup.

Er Lengzi is even more outrageous.

Because there were teachers around, it couldn't speak human language.

But this doesn't stop it from demonstrating the husky's amazing ability to dry food.

With a wide-open mouth, it swallowed three crab roe soup dumplings, skin and bones included, in one gulp.

"Woof!"

Cool!

After finishing his duck leg, Yang Guang tore off a napkin and wiped his mouth.

Touching the meal card in his pocket, Yang Guang felt incredibly relieved.

It's so satisfying to fleece capitalism!

If Principal Tajiki knew that the young master was using his card as a black card, he'd probably be heartbroken and lose all the hair on his balding head.

While the three of them were engrossed in their work and enjoying their meal...

Suddenly, a series of hurried and heavy footsteps came from the stairwell leading to the second floor of the cafeteria.

Followed by.

A slightly chubby figure rushed up, panting heavily.

The man was wearing a gray suit, had a large belly, and his Mediterranean hairstyle shone brightly under the cafeteria lights.

He was covered in sweat, and his suit and tie were askew, making him look extremely disheveled.

It was none other than Principal Tian Sixi of No. 3 Middle School!