Chapter Six: The Wealthy

Fatty stood over six feet tall and weighed more than two hundred pounds; in terms of sheer strength, even Monkey Brother couldn't compete with him. Yet this so-called "useless loser," who never fought back or talked back, had just managed to kick him to the ground, leaving him groaning in pain!

Monkey Brother squinted at the sight of Fatty sprawled on the floor and let out a lukewarm chuckle. "Impressive. Looks like we've all been duped—even Kai was fooled by you."

"Monkey Brother, I—" Fatty's expression twisted with agony. He knew several of his fingers were broken; Jiang Xiaotian's kick had truly hurt him, and there was no way he could fight again.

"Shut up, you useless thing." Monkey Brother's tone carried neither anger nor joy, but Fatty couldn't help a chill creeping down his spine.

He knew Monkey Brother was genuinely angry now, and his methods were more ruthless than anyone's. Fatty had once witnessed a thug from the neighboring street spit at him, only for his mouth to be sewn shut the next day.

Monkey Brother helped Fatty up and turned to leave, but after only a few steps, he suddenly spun back and fixed his gaze on Jiang Xiaotian. "You've made things interesting. You hurt my man—hope you can bear the consequences."

Jiang Xiaotian met his stare, feeling a shiver run through him; Monkey Brother's eyes were terrifying.

But in the end, he said nothing and watched the two leave.

He couldn't tell whether he was exhilarated or pleased, but his transformation was clearly visible.

Back home, he immediately sought out Ling'er, who was staring blankly in her room. "Incredible! You dragons are amazing!"

Ling'er looked puzzled, but quickly noticed the bloodstains on Jiang Xiaotian's hand. "How did you get hurt?"

It was a badge of honor, so he bragged about his feat, though he didn't mention that the injury came from punching a rock—that would have been too embarrassing.

Ling'er wasn't surprised. If Jiang Xiaotian continued his cultivation, he'd only grow stronger; with spiritual energy in his body, it was no wonder ordinary people would be obliterated in an instant.

She found it curious, though, that his constitution was still so weak—he had spiritual energy and yet could still be hurt.

Clearly, she needed to up her game.

She'd spent the whole night thinking about how she'd nearly been killed through a setup. Even she felt lingering fear.

Judging by their methods, she could tell they weren't of the Dragon Clan, but the final, deadly blow was indeed a secret dragon technique.

There was a traitor at home; her worries were justified. But she absolutely couldn't return now, or the trouble would only multiply.

Staying among humans was the safest option, but she needed a spokesperson to operate here—Jiang Xiaotian was perfect.

If she could cultivate him, it would make things far easier.

Lost in thought, Ling'er took out the medicine bottles she'd brought earlier, planning to help him apply some ointment.

But Jiang Xiaotian, ever mischievous, protested, "Huh? Isn't this medicine not that effective? Don't you have dragon saliva? Go on, use that!"

Ling'er's smile froze for a moment before growing even sweeter, but Jiang Xiaotian couldn't suppress a shiver—why did it feel so ominous?

"If you keep joking around, I'll let you experience the wrath of a dragon!"

Her tone was gentle, but Jiang Xiaotian nodded so vigorously it resembled a drumbeat.

Not long after, the medicine was applied, and it wasn't as painful anymore.

He pulled out his phone, intending to find a few more odd jobs—otherwise, he couldn't support the two of them.

Just then, Ling'er produced a black card, her eyes sparkling. "This—how much money is inside? I can't tell."

Jiang Xiaotian was instantly petrified, nearly crying out in shock!

He was poor, but not ignorant.

This was a black card! Limited worldwide! Only those with immeasurable wealth would have a bank proactively issue this card!

This wasn't about money at all!

Would anyone with this card ever lack money?

His heart was in turmoil.

This woman was so easy to fool! No matter what, he had to get his hands on this card! After all, he'd saved her life—a bit of spending money was absolutely justified!

So, Jiang Xiaotian maintained a calm expression. "Oh, this? It's just a regular membership card, probably doesn't have much in it. Why don't you let me keep it safe for you? I can buy you more meat, too."

He reached out to take the card.

But Ling'er smiled and withdrew her hand.

In truth, she hadn't known what it was at first either. While Jiang Xiaotian was out, her younger sister had slipped in and handed her the card, saying it would help her live more comfortably here.

"This card is amazing. I got it from my brother. Use it freely, don't worry about spending. Oh, and be careful of that man—he looks silly, but I sense he's bad. He'll definitely try to trick you out of your card! Later, ask him what kind of card it is—his reaction will tell you everything!"

Her sister had said that, and Ling'er thought she was being overly suspicious.

She hadn't expected Jiang Xiaotian to be exactly as predicted.

He still couldn't lie to her face.

Ling'er snorted softly, refusing to let him keep the card. Bad guy!

Seeing her reaction, Jiang Xiaotian instantly understood and pursed his lips, smiling awkwardly.

In the Dragon Clan, Ling'er was considered a rather conservative princess. She was the second child—her elder brother was the clan's heir, always busy with human affairs; her younger sister was a formidable fighter. Only she was clueless, never involved with humans, spending her days reading.

Now, she truly wished to stay here, and could only do so by assuming another identity.

"By the way, can you drive?" she suddenly asked.

Jiang Xiaotian certainly could. He was in college now, had plenty of free time, and had gotten his license early. He even worked as a part-time driver for extra money.

Seeing him nod, Ling'er smiled with satisfaction. "Good, in a couple of days, take me to buy a car!"

Her sister had taught her this, for convenience in going out. Ling'er herself was especially curious—she had no idea what cars even were.

Jiang Xiaotian was delighted by the prospect and readily agreed!

Though he hadn't managed to get the card, he was still excited. Ling'er truly was a hidden tycoon—he was bound for fortune now!

The next few days were unexpectedly peaceful for Jiang Xiaotian. Neither Chen Kai nor Monkey Brother came to hassle him. He spent his days training his body and practicing the Dragon Breath Technique.

Three days passed, and Jiang Xiaotian felt stronger than ever, though he couldn't pinpoint exactly how.

So he asked Ling'er how strong he was now.

"Now? The Dragon Clan's secret technique has nine levels—you haven't even entered the first yet. At best, you've just touched the threshold. Don't get ahead of yourself, take me to buy a car!"

Ling'er was merciless, leaving Jiang Xiaotian thoroughly frustrated. He no longer obsessed over money—after all, it wasn't really his. But if he could become as powerful as Ling'er, would he ever worry about wealth?

Ling'er was eager to buy a car—the iron horse that could run on its own sounded fascinating!

She wasn't afraid of being exposed; few knew her, and dragons identified each other by scent.

"Is your injury alright now?" She remembered how lifeless he'd looked days ago, yet less than a week later he was full of vigor.

Ling'er rolled her eyes at him, too lazy to explain. She'd already told him dragon saliva could cure a hundred ailments—how could this minor wound be a problem?

She had recovered almost completely the day before.

Before leaving, she changed into the clothes Jiang Xiaotian had bought for her. But after looking in the mirror, she felt uneasy.

"Do all human girls wear such short skirts?" Ling'er tugged at the hem, uncomfortable. At home, she'd always worn dresses that covered her legs; this one barely reached her knees!

Jiang Xiaotian looked her over with satisfaction—he'd chosen it specially. He hadn't expected Ling'er to have such a great figure, curvaceous and petite, her delicate face making her look like a fairy.

She carried an unmistakable aura, making her seem like a wealthy heiress at first glance.

"It's beautiful, trust me! This skirt is actually quite long. Oh, by the way, when we go out, I'm your bodyguard, and you're my young lady—Jiang Ling'er."

Ling'er hesitated for a while before finally swapping the skirt out for a white, floor-length dress before daring to leave.

But the long dress only made her look more ethereal, and along the way, she attracted nearly every gaze.

Ling'er, however, was uneasy. "Why is everyone staring at me? Do I not look human?"

She glanced back at her tail—it wasn't showing!

Jiang Xiaotian was helpless. Compared to a human, you look more like a fairy!

As luck would have it, they ran into a familiar face just as they left the neighborhood.