Douluo V: Daily Intelligence - I Want All of Tang San's Opportunities

Su Yuntao suppressed his wildly beating heart, took a deep breath, and then refocused his gaze on the few lines of pale gold seal script.

[Intelligence ①: Three hundred paces west of the teahouse, in the scrap heap in the backyard of Wang's Blacksmith Shop, there is a piece of "Star-Patterned Meteorite Iron" used as a stepping stone. It weighs about seven pounds and can be used to forge low-level soul tools. Its market value is about two thousand gold soul coins.]

Two thousand gold soul coins!

Su Yuntao's eyelid twitched instantly.

Aside from the jade hairpin he had just taken back from Sisi, he now only had five gold soul coins left on his person.

What does two thousand gold soul coins mean?

Su Yuntao wished he could rush over right now and dig out that piece of scrap material.

But the intelligence system clearly wasn't going to give him that little bit of benefit.

His gaze shifted downwards, landing on the second item.

[Intelligence ②: In the eastern side courtyard of the Notting City Lord's Mansion, there is a scroll of the "Silver Moon Concentration Technique." This technique is a meditation method exclusive to wolf-attribute martial souls, and its soul power concentration efficiency is ten times that of ordinary meditation methods.]

Meditation!

Su Yuntao almost couldn't catch his breath.

In the cultivation of a Soul Master, innate Soul Power determines the foundation, while meditation techniques determine the efficiency.

He is currently practicing the general meditation method issued by the Spirit Hall. Almost every spirit master on the continent has a copy of this general meditation method, which is incredibly inefficient. Otherwise, he wouldn't be stuck at level 26 at the age of 25.

Meditation techniques like the "Silver Moon Concentration Technique" are simply not available on the market.

Let alone buying it, he had been a deacon in Nottingham for over a decade and had never heard of anyone having such a thing.

Immediately afterwards, he saw the third piece of intelligence.

[Intelligence ③: Liu Yuanlang, the third son of Liu Yingda, president of the Liu Clan Chamber of Commerce in Notting City, is 32 years old, with a Soul Power level of 29 and a Martial Soul named "Iron-Backed Azure Bear". Seven days ago, he met Sisi through Shi Zhenxiang's introduction and gifted her a 300-year-old blood ginseng, a 100-year-old sandalwood bracelet, and 200 gold soul coins. He and Sisi have now established a romantic relationship. Shi Zhenxiang received 50 gold soul coins as a brokerage fee from Liu Yuanlang.]

Su Yuntao's face turned ashen after reading it.

He originally thought Shi Zhenxiang was just a gossipy troublemaker, at most a cunning strategist, but he never expected that the woman was acting as a pimp for the other party's fifty gold soul coins as a brokerage fee.

What's the difference between this and selling people?

What bothered him even more was that Sisi had previously said that if he dared to walk out that door, their relationship would be over for good.

Based on his extensive experience, he knew that Sisi would change her mind sooner or later.

But he didn't expect that even Shi Zhenxiang's claim of refusing the gift was a lie.

Not only did Sisi accept all of Young Master Liu's gifts, but she also secretly established a boyfriend-girlfriend relationship with him long before she knew it.

The last trace of doubt in Su Yuntao's mind, "Was I overreacting?", completely vanished.

That was a good throw.

It couldn't have been better.

Staying in this situation for even a second longer is an insult to one's intelligence.

He looked away and was about to head towards the blacksmith's shop when the fourth piece of intelligence came crashing down on him like a bucket of cold water.

[Intelligence 4: Twenty miles northwest of Notting City, the Su Clan Baronial Estate has accumulated arrears of 2,430 Gold Soul Coins due to three consecutive years of unpaid imperial taxes. The Heavenly Dou Empire's Finance Department has issued an ultimatum: if the debt is not paid within thirty days, the Baronial Estate will be reclaimed, the Su Clan will be reduced to commoners, and their ancestral home and lands will be confiscated. The current matriarch of the Su Clan, Liu, has sold her jewelry to raise 730 Gold Soul Coins, but there is still a shortfall of 1,700 Gold Soul Coins.]

Su Yuntao's smile froze.

Baron Sue's territory.

That was his... no, it was the home of the original owner, Su Yuntao.

The Su family was originally a minor noble family around Nottingham City. Their ancestors had served in the imperial army and were granted the title of baron. The family has now been in existence for three generations.

The original owner's father, Su Yuanshan, was also a deacon of the Spirit Hall when he was young. He was a level 38 Soul Master and could be considered a pillar of the family.

Unfortunately, Su Yuanshan died in battle during a mission for the Spirit Hall five years ago.

From then on, the Su family began to decline.

The original owner was the second son, and inheriting the baronial title was his elder brother's business, so he never paid much attention to family matters.

In Su Yuntao's memory, the Su family matriarch, Madam Liu, who was also the original owner's mother, would always send a message through someone, saying that everything was fine at home and that he could work in the Spirit Hall with peace of mind.

How did things suddenly turn out like this?

Even if their family goes downhill, they shouldn't owe the Empire more than two thousand gold soul coins, right?

Su Yuntao clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

Then he loosened up again.

He didn't know what the original owner would do at this moment.

But now that he had been transported into the body of Su Yuntao, he naturally wouldn't let things continue to develop in an irreversible direction.

Short of money?

Then just make up the difference.

The system has been delivered right to his door. If he still can't solve such a small problem, what's the difference between him and begging for food while holding a golden bowl?

He took a deep breath and refocused his attention on the first piece of intelligence.

Wang's Blacksmith Shop is three hundred steps to the west.

"Alright."

Su Yuntao took off running, following the faint golden coordinates, and quickly ran towards Wang's Blacksmith Shop.

Three hundred steps is not far at all; it only takes two or three minutes to run.

Su Yuntao slammed on the brakes in front of Wang's Blacksmith Shop. Looking up, he saw that the shop was small, with a crooked, broken wooden sign hanging at the entrance that read "Wang's Ironware".

The shop was filled with the clanging of blacksmiths striking metal, the furnace glowed red-hot, and a pungent, smoky aroma of rust and charcoal filled the air.

Su Yuntao wiped the rain off his face and peered inside.

A burly man with his shirt off was swinging a hammer and hammering a red-hot iron bar, beads of sweat dripping down his back.

"Master Wang?"

The burly man stopped what he was doing, looked up at him, and grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Oh, Steward Su? What brings you here? Please, have a seat!"

It's clear that the deacons of the Spirit Hall have considerable influence.

Su Yuntao waved his hand:

"I'm not sitting here anymore, Master Wang. I have something to ask you."

"Please speak."

"Do you have a lot of junk in your backyard?"

Wang the blacksmith was taken aback, and scratched the back of his head:

"There is a lot of scrap material, mostly broken iron billets and offcuts, that's been sitting there for years. Why are you asking about this?"

Su Yuntao was secretly delighted, but on the surface he remained calm and said:

"Well, it's like this, spring planting is coming up soon, and my baron's territory is short of ironware to make some farm tools. I just went to other blacksmith shops, and those materials cost tens of gold soul coins each. It's such a waste to use them for farm tools. I was thinking if you had any scrap materials here, could you spare some for me? Don't worry, I'll pay you, I won't take it for free."

Wang the blacksmith laughed heartily upon hearing this:

"Alright, since you, Steward Su, have spoken, how could I not give you face? You can pick whatever you want from that pile of junk in the backyard. Just take what you like, no need for money."