Chapter 33.2 : Revenge on the Former Homeroom Teacher—Breaking His Arms and Legs! (Part 2)
After secretly "taking care of" those bullies one after another, it was already one in the morning.
Tang Qingmo turned on his phone and saw that Tang Jianren had transferred the remaining fifteen million. The timestamp was precisely 11:58 p.m., as if making one last, stubborn protest.
Back at the entrance of the Tang family villa, Tang Qingmo placed his hand on the doorknob, mentally prepared to be locked outside again.
He even thought about it happily—if he really was locked out once more, how he'd kick down the newly installed wooden door, and then—
The wooden door opened normally.
"Tsk!" What a pity…
Tang Qingmo returned to his bedroom, but instead of immediately changing clothes, he sat cross-legged on the floor.
[System, open the cultivation space for me.]
[Host! You just finished all that and you're cultivating again? That's way too hardcore!] The system was a little shocked.
[It's nothing. When I cultivate, time outside is frozen anyway. Being a bit hardcore doesn't matter…]
[Alright then.]
Tomorrow was a day off anyway. Worst case, he'd just sleep in a little.
Besides, compared to his daily workload before transmigrating, tonight's revenge run barely counted as exercise!
The system opened the cultivation space, and a series of skills appeared before Tang Qingmo's eyes.
He had already finished cultivating all basic martial arts and could now start learning skills with special effects.
However, taking this body's tolerance into account, Tang Qingmo ultimately chose the F-rank skill: "Flash Thunder."
"Flash Thunder" was one of the easiest skills to learn in martial arts. Even someone who hadn't yet broken through to become a warrior could cultivate it. And although its rank was only F, its attack power scaled according to the user's qi and blood!
Most importantly—Tang Qingmo liked giving people "electrotherapy."
With that thought, he selected "Flash Thunder" and began cultivating with his eyes closed.
A golden-yellow light flickered continuously across Tang Qingmo's body, while large waves of heat lingered around him.
Countless thread-like streaks of golden light flashed through his mind!
After some time, Tang Qingmo slowly opened his eyes. Several faint arcs of lightning crackled off his body, making zzzt zzzt sounds.
He slightly opened his palm, gathered the qi and blood within his body, and released it upward—
A yellow lightning orb formed!
He had successfully learned the "Flash Thunder" skill!
After closing the cultivation space, Tang Qingmo took a quick shower, changed into his pajamas, and finally went to sleep.
A dreamless night…
Weekend.
Tang Qingmo didn't wake up until around nine-thirty. As soon as he got up, he heard the sound of regret points being credited.
[Bai Hualian Regret Points +200!]
[Tang Ruoling Regret Points +200!]
Oh…
Must be because of the medicinal soup.
In the past, the original owner would wake up at four every morning to cook medicinal soup for Tang Ruoling and Bai Hualian, ensuring they'd be full of energy throughout the day.
As a domineering female CEO, Tang Ruoling habitually suffered from stomach problems, while Bai Hualian had frequent headaches.
After drinking the original owner's carefully prepared medicinal soup, their conditions were usually much better than normal.
But now Tang Qingmo was no longer the original owner, and naturally wouldn't devote himself to the Tang family.
So Tang Ruoling and Bai Hualian regretted it because they couldn't drink the delicious soup!
How despicable.
Tang Qingmo casually washed up, changed into a fresh outfit, and headed to the main hall in a refreshed mood.
"Aunt Wang, are you there?"
"Yes, Young Master. I've prepared breakfast. I'll bring it over now."
"Great, thanks!"
Aunt Wang was only working a half-day today, and Sundays were her full rest day.
Breakfast consisted of hot corn juice, white bread with sesame paste, and a piece of meat.
While eating, Tang Qingmo noticed that the villa was unusually quiet. Curious, he asked, "Aunt Wang, where's everyone else?"
"Young Master, the Master said it's the weekend, so he went out early with Madam, the young ladies, and Young Master Xianxi," Aunt Wang reported honestly, her tone carrying a hint of regret.
"Oh, they're really carefree…" Tang Qingmo chuckled as he spread sesame paste onto his white bread.
The hype around the Tang family's real and fake young masters had only just died down, yet these people weren't even bothering to hide their rejection of him.
Then again, it made sense. After all, he'd knocked Tang Xianxi flat on the hospital floor last night, so they came up with such a childish tactic, thinking he'd feel hurt?
Maybe the original owner would have.
But Tang Qingmo felt both physically and mentally delighted that there were no annoying people at home!
He had wrung twenty million out of Tang Jianren, and with the weekend free, he planned to go out and buy a house!