On the day the house was ransacked, my grandfather was beaten to death.
The last words he said in my ear before he died were: "Liao'er, remember... Our Huang family owes the world thirty billion catties of salt."
I held his body that was getting colder and looked at the house that had been ransacked. I just felt ridiculous.
Thirty billion catties? Even if I were crushed and sold by the pound, it would still be less than a fraction.
Until I escaped into the ruined temple and held on to the blood-stained ancestral salt in a desperate situation.
A cold voice sounded in my head:
"Tiandu Yanyin system is bound. Current popularity value: -30 billion."
"Warning: If the debt is not cleared, the system's ultimate punishment - the soul will fly away.
Scattered. "
That's when I understood.
What my grandfather left to me was not a last word, but a pledge of self-denial on which I would be staked for the rest of my life.
From that day on, I saved the people, gathered their hearts, and brought peace to the world.
When one day I finally paid off my debt and stood on the top of the world, I realized - these 30 billion kilograms of salt bought eternal kingdoms and my unstoppable imperial path.
