The tyrannical father was so intimidated when his own daughter was found during the raid.

Money makes the world go round.

Su Yaoyao had just robbed Yanwang Village and held hundreds of thousands of taels of silver from the Great Yan Kingdom in her hands, so she was full of confidence.

She didn't even get off the carriage; she had Su Zhen carry a box of gold ingots and smash open the door of the bankrupt shop across the street.

The original shop owner was so worried he was about to hang himself, but when he saw a whole box of gleaming gold ingots, he immediately signed both the land deed and the house deed.

Not only that, the former boss also thoughtfully packed his bags overnight and got out of the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom.

The entire three-story street-front shop naturally fell into Su Yaoyao's hands.

"Dad, let's get started! We're not sleeping tonight, we're doing the renovations!"

After nightfall, the three-story wooden building was completely covered with a thick black cloth.

The sounds of electric drills and metal cutting could be heard coming from inside.

For Su Yaoyao, who possesses an interstellar personal space.

That's a piece of cake.

When the first rays of morning sunlight fall on the streets of the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom.

The giant black cloth covering the shop was ripped off by Su Zhen.

"Whoosh."

The black cloth fell to the ground.

The people and vendors on half the street collectively gasped in shock.

The building in front of me has completely changed.

The antique wooden door has been replaced with a high-tech, silver-white automatic sensor door.

The huge sign hanging on the roof of the third floor is even more eye-catching.

The wooden plaque was too ordinary.

Su Yaoyao is certainly different from others.

The sign is made of high-brightness LED neon tubes!

The five large characters of "Science Cultivation Hall" flashed with colorful, dazzling marquee effects.

Even in broad daylight, the light emanating from the signboard can illuminate most of the street in a dazzling array of colors.

Outside the main gate of the Divine Religion's headquarters.

The red-robed deacon, who was in charge of the church's finances and the collection of money by believers, stretched and prepared to welcome the incense offerings for the new day.

As soon as the door opened, a blinding, multicolored neon light was smeared on his face.

The red-clad butler was so blinded by the light that he covered his eyes, tears streaming down his face.

"What the hell is that?! Who on the other side was so reckless as to create that?!"

When he finally rubbed his eyes and saw the colorful sign for the Science and Immortal Cultivation Hall, he was so angry he almost twisted his nose.

The capital of the Great Yan Kingdom, directly opposite the headquarters of the Netherworld Cult!

How dare someone open a restaurant and steal business from others?

And they're still using the name of cultivating immortality?

That's a blatant provocation!

Get right up close and unleash your ultimate attack!

The red-clad deacon was so angry that he jumped up and down, breaking the whisk in his hand.

"They've rebelled! They've really rebelled!"

"Men! Surround those arrogant, clown-like clowns over there!"

The red-clad steward gave the order.

A large group of charlatans dressed in religious robes and with strange runes painted on their faces marched through the street.

They completely blocked the sensor-activated gate of the Science and Immortal Cultivation Hall.

The group of charlatans, holding broken gongs and banners for summoning souls, were banging drums and gongs at the door.

While the deity was performing a chaotic dance, he was also scattering yellow paper money and ghost money all over the sky.

The red-clad deacon stood at the front, using his inner strength to loudly address the onlookers.

"Listen up, all citizens!"

"This clinic is a grave blasphemy against the gods of the underworld!"

"I, the deacon, hereby declare: anyone who dares to step even half a step across from us will be disrespecting the gods!"

"After death, not only will they be cast into the eighteenth level of hell, but they will also be fried in oil until they are reduced to ashes!"

"Even if you die of illness on the street, you're not allowed to go to the doctor across the street!"

The Netherworld Cult wielded immense power in the capital of the Great Yan Kingdom, its influence reaching deep into the very marrow of the body.

Ordinary people would even detour around the gate of the cult, let alone openly disobey the deacon's orders.

Upon hearing the vicious curse of "being thrown into a vat of boiling oil," the onlookers scattered in terror.

The few people who were initially curious about the glowing sign quickly covered their faces and disappeared without a trace.

The streets became deserted.

Aside from the charlatan performing rituals at the entrance, even stray dogs dare not approach the Science and Immortal Cultivation Hall.

The red-clad butler looked at the clinic he had successfully sealed off, smugly sneering.

The loud gongs and drums outside did not disturb the tranquility inside the clinic.

As expected, the first day of business for the Science Cultivation Hall was a dismal one with hardly any customers.

The spacious and bright lobby on the first floor is covered with spotless, sterile white floor tiles.

Su Zhen, the tyrant of the Great Abyss Kingdom, sat listlessly behind the pure white reception desk.

He was wearing a white lab coat that Su Yaoyao had specially made for him.

With his menacing face, he looked more like a butcher who had just come from the execution ground than a doctor saving lives.

At this moment, the living Yama sighed irritably.

He held in his hand a large, square seal carved entirely from mutton-fat jade.

At the bottom of the seal, the eight characters "Received the Mandate of Heaven, May Your Life Be Long and Prosperous" are clearly engraved.

Indeed, this is the Imperial Seal of the Great Yuan Kingdom, symbolizing supreme imperial power and the ability to command the world.

Su Zhen held the priceless treasure and looked at the pile of hard-shelled walnuts on the front desk.

"Snapped!"

It slammed down hard.

The walnuts cracked open, and Su Zhen skillfully peeled out the kernels, tossing them into his mouth and chewing them with a crunching sound.

"Girl, it's been all morning and not a single ghost has come in."

Su Zhen cracked walnuts with the jade seal while complaining with a resentful expression.

"Those charlatans outside are giving me a headache. Why don't you go out and smash them all to pieces with one punch, Father?"

"Sitting here cracking walnuts, my hands are practically rusting."

"My sword is thirsting for blood; why is it so hard to earn money in the Great Yan Kingdom!"

Sitting on the luxurious leather sofa in the hall, Su Yaoyao was the complete opposite of her tyrannical father's impatience.

The eight-year-old child was also wearing a custom-made mini white lab coat.

She casually crossed her legs, her little feet dangling in the air.

Su Yaoyao held a cup of iced bubble tea that she had taken out of her personal space.

He sucked on the straw and drank with great relish.

Hearing her father's complaints, she slowly spat out a round, black pearl.

"Father, please calm down."

"Fighting and killing are low-level games; what we're doing now is a high-level business of helping people and saving lives."

"Let those charlatans outside dance if they want; consider it a free opening performance for us."

Su Zhen rolled his eyes and smashed another walnut.

"What's the point of a free performance? If no one comes, our prestigious brand will just go to waste!"

Su Yaoyao waved her little hand, her face full of confident strategist.

"Dad, aren't you being narrow-minded?"

"We call this the Scientific Cultivation Hall, and it's all about high-end luxury."

"If you want to become an instant sensation in the Great Yan Kingdom, you have to wreck my mother's place across the street."

"We must make a name for ourselves."

Su Yaoyao took a big gulp of milk tea, her big eyes sparkling with mischievousness.

"We have to wait."

"Waiting for a top-tier custodian—one with sufficiently prestigious status, ample wealth, and a sufficiently severe illness!"

"Only when we cure him will our brand truly be established in the capital."

Su Zhen listened with a mixture of understanding and confusion, but still found it boring.

"When will this top-tier 'treasure' finally fall from the sky?"

Su Zhen had just finished speaking when he hadn't even had a chance to smash the Imperial Seal of the State down again.

At the corner at the end of the street.

Suddenly, a cacophony of panicked shouts erupted.

The horses were startled and let out a mournful neigh.

The quiet streets were thrown into chaos.

"Get out of the way! Get out of the way now!"

"The Emperor's brother-in-law's carriage has gone out of control! Everyone get out of the way!"

A luxurious mahogany carriage, lavishly decorated and pulled by four tall horses, was rampaging wildly through the streets.

The coachman had been thrown off, and the four horses were foaming at the mouth with bloodshot eyes.

The most deadly thing was that from the wildly jolting carriage came heart-wrenching, pig-slaughtering screams.

It sent chills down your spine.

Through the curtain of the sedan chair, which was lifted by the wind, one could see clearly.

The most trusted confidant of the Regent of the Great Yan Kingdom, and the powerful maternal uncle of the Emperor.

They rolled around in the carriage without any regard for their image.

She covered her round belly with both hands.

He was in so much pain that he was covered in sweat and his face was contorted in agony.

Like a shrimp thrown into boiling water and cooked, it writhed in pain on the expensive carpet!