It didn't take long before Su Xian had cleared out the entire "flash sale" section of the system store—absolutely nothing left behind.
Sigh~
He'd only managed to smack the system in the face with a measly two million gold coins before it ran out of stock. A little disappointing, honestly.
Still, the thought that the next shipment would arrive next month perked him right back up.
To slap the system with gold coins? That was his sacred duty!And no one—absolutely no one—was going to take that away from him!
"…But seriously, not a single martial spirit dropped? Would it kill you to throw me a twin spirit or two?"
Looking at the pile of random junk he'd bought, Su Xian felt he couldn't show his face in the Transmigrators' Guild anymore.
Other people started with twin spirits, even double- or triple-born ones. And him? Just one. Was he supposed to live shamelessly like this?
Not that he actually planned to cultivate. With this bargain-bin system in hand, what the hell would he cultivate for?!
Better to kick back as a leisurely prince, occasionally abduct—cough—invite a beauty for a little heart-to-heart…
Bah! Heart-to-heart! Definitely heart-to-heart.
And when bored, he could just take a stroll with a dog through the capital. Now that was the good life.
Cultivation?
Not in this lifetime.
From now on, he'd just spend a little money each month, buy up more junk, and muddle through life…
Sigh~ life's greatest tragedy is losing your life goal all at once—alive in broad daylight, yet stumbling around like a blind man.
Of course! That didn't mean he was lazy.Nope! Definitely not lazy!
After fiddling with the "trash" for a while, Su Xian stuffed it all into his storage ring, muttering, "Tch, damn decadent lifestyle…"
Glancing at the luxurious palace in front of him, he sighed dramatically, then strolled off happily.
"Crown Prince! His Majesty summons you!"
He'd barely stepped out of his residence, eager to explore the outside world, when two soldiers in silver armor blocked his path.
"The Emperor? Looking for me?"
Su Xian blinked, then realized—right, he was Xue Qinghe now, eldest prince.
But what did that have to do with him, Su Xian?
Not going! Absolutely not going!
He hadn't even started sightseeing yet!
"Tell Father I'm busy. He can find me another day."
Waving dismissively, Su Xian walked off, leaving the soldiers dumbfounded.
Holy crap! He actually refused the Emperor's summons?! And even said another day?!
Wait a minute… who's the Emperor here?
The two soldiers exchanged helpless looks.
"Isn't the Crown Prince supposed to be gentle, kind, and approachable?" the chubby soldier asked, utterly lost.
The skinny one answered by kicking him hard in the shin.
"Ow! What the hell was that for?!"
"Seeing you yelp in pain confirms this isn't a dream." The skinny soldier's face was dead serious.
The chubby one: ...
He had a whole string of curses he didn't know if he should say.
"You bastard, you're asking for a beating!"
"Hiss—ow ow ow! Easy! Yamate… itai, itai!!"
…
Meanwhile, Su Xian wandered into the bustling streets of Heaven Dou City.
He had to admit—it really was massive. Even the streets alone were ridiculously wide, paved with neat gray-white stone that put modern roads to shame.
As for the towering Gothic-style spires reaching into the sky, every building screamed extravagance. Any one of them would've been a luxury mansion back on Earth.
Of course, compared to his prince's palace, they were still garbage.
Not bragging—just stating facts.
"…But where should I go?"
Looking at the endless crowd, Su Xian rubbed his chin in thought.
Food? Meh. He had plenty at his own estate.
A soul master academy? Forget it. He was allergic to schools now.
Entertainment? Heh~ now we're talking.
This world had entertainment that Earth couldn't even dream of. Like the Soul Arena… or hardworking young ladies struggling for their livelihood…
Slurp…
Ahem, keep it together. Drool later.
"You thieving brat, how dare you steal my bun! I'll beat you to death!"
"Waaah! Don't hit me, I'll give it back!"
The sound of shouting and crying drew his attention.
Not far away, a man in servant's garb was yanking a little girl along with one hand, while brandishing a stick in the other.
The girl looked only eleven or twelve, her hair a tangled mess, tears streaming down her dirt-smudged face. Pitiful.
As for the bystanders, they barely glanced before moving on—completely indifferent.
Human nature at its coldest.
"…Sigh, I'm just too soft-hearted."
Shaking his head, Su Xian strode forward.
"Let go of that girl! I'll handle this!"
"…Pah! Let go of her and come at me instead!" he hastily corrected himself, striking a heroic pose.
The man's eyes narrowed. "Kid, don't stick your nose where it doesn't belong!"
Trying to be fierce? Hah. He'd show him fierce!
"One gold coin. Is that enough?!"
He tossed out a gold coin, expression stern—but inside, he was bleeding.
Damn it! That could've been part of a soul bone…!
Ughhh… keeping up appearances is so hard…
The man hesitated, then snatched the coin and ran, muttering, "Consider yourself lucky, brat."
"Alright, go home now, girl. Don't steal again."
Su Xian turned to leave—only for the girl to suddenly grab his sleeve.
"I… I don't have a home anymore. Please, Young Master, take me in…"
With a thud, she dropped to her knees, tears pouring down her cheeks, her sorrow enough to melt steel.
Su Xian sighed. Sure enough, there are always suffering souls, no matter the world…
"Fine. You can follow me. But from now on, you'll have to listen to me."
He helped her up, speaking gently.
"Mm! Thank you, Young Master!"
The girl forced a smile through her tears, her delicate face shining with gratitude as she gazed up at him.
"Since you're with me now, no more 'thank yous.' Look at you—crying like a little pear blossom in the rain."
Su Xian chuckled, wiping her tears and straightening her messy hair.
"Didn't expect you to be this pretty, though."
Her features were soft and adorable, impossible not to tease.
"Oh right—what's your name?"
"Young Master can call me… Xue'er," she whispered.
"Xue'er?"
"…That's a nice name, really suits yo—"
His words stopped short.
Su Xian's face darkened instantly, voice sharp and deliberate as he glared down at her:
"I'll give you one chance to reorganize your words. Now… tell me again.
What's your name?!"