My Co-renting Lady Boss

"Tang Ming was here—so that brat was actually Tang Ming."

The Meng Family’s old ancestor stared wide‑eyed at the words on the wall, unable to believe it, his heart like ten thousand "Cao Ni Ma" stampeding through.

Meng Rushan and the others were also dumbfounded. No matter how wild their imagination, they never would’ve thought Tang Ming would obediently become the Meng Family’s "prisoner," and even pull off such a huge move.

"Tang Ming, you little thief, you emptied out all my Meng Family’s assets—our Meng Family and you are sworn enemies till death!"

The Meng Family’s old ancestor paced back and forth in the cell, jabbing his finger out the window as he cursed at the top of his lungs.

"Old Ancestor, calm down, calm down. I feel this might not actually be a bad thing."

Meng Rushan hurriedly tried to placate him.

"A good thing? Is there water in your brain? The Meng Family’s been wrecked like this and you’re calling it a good thing?"

The old ancestor snapped his head toward Meng Rushan and ground his teeth as he said, "The Meng Family’s fortune and all those peerless Secret Martial Arts Manuals were stolen clean, and you’re telling me how the hell this is a good thing?"

"You... you think about what happened to the Ancient Tang Sect?"

Meng Rushan quickly reminded him, speaking with trepidation: "If I’m not wrong, the reason Tang Ming ran into us at the foot of the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect’s mountain should be because he had just wiped out the Ancient Tang Sect and was rushing back to the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect. From the timing, it matches perfectly."

"This..."

The Meng Family’s old ancestor’s face froze as he thought of something even more terrifying.

"Tang Ming only emptied out our stuff but didn’t harm a single person. But if he’d decided to make a move on us, I’m afraid our Meng Family might already have been quietly wiped out without a sound."

Meng Rushan continued explaining: "He could silently steal all our things, even our close‑fitting clothes were taken—killing us probably wouldn’t be hard for someone like that. A man like him..."

"Enough!"

The Meng Family’s old ancestor suddenly waved his hand, cutting Meng Rushan off, and roared through gritted teeth, "Pass down the order: no one is allowed to spread word of this. Also, immediately contact the Mo Family and the other Peak‑level powers. We must unite as soon as possible and eradicate this tumor that is the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect."

"Yes!"

Meng Rushan nodded over and over.

The other members of the Meng Family also realized how serious this was. Since Tang Ming could steal the Meng Family blind without anyone noticing, if he’d gone for the kill, they might’ve already been taken out. Just thinking about it was terrifying.

"Where’s Meng Xianjun?"

The Meng Family’s old ancestor took a deep breath and asked through clenched teeth.

"He’s still in seclusion for punishment. Looks like he didn’t suffer, but he still refuses to become enemies with Tang Ming and Liu Mengting and the others. He keeps saying he wants to shut himself in for a dead‑end seclusion so he can’t see, can’t hear, and be at peace."

Meng Rushan immediately replied.

"You—you get him out of seclusion at once. See if he can go to the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect and get back some of our Meng Family’s Treasures—at the very least, this old man’s collection of weapons and fine wine, and our Meng Family’s Purple Lightning Profound Skill must be brought back."

The Meng Family’s old man roared in anguish. In all his long life, he’d never encountered something so suffocating—coughing up blood would’ve been the mild reaction.

By the time the Meng Family discovered that Tang Ming was gone, Tang Ming was already on the road back to the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect.

Tang Ming walked in front, laden with big and small bags, a goofy grin on his face. Behind him, the Spirit Demon had split into countless white forms, each carrying something, forming a mighty procession trailing in his wake.

"So damn satisfying! I was just dozing off and someone brought me a pillow. Our Heavenly Martial Poison Sect just got founded—we’ve got no foundation: no Cultivation Techniques, no weapons. Never thought the Meng Family would voluntarily donate their entire stock."

Tang Ming glanced back and was almost grinning his face apart.

Right now the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect lacked Cultivation Technique Secret Techniques and rare Treasures the most. Otherwise, relying solely on what Yun Potian left behind and what Tang Cha taught was too single‑track—there just wasn’t enough foundation.

Now that he’d looted so much good stuff from the Meng Family, the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect could develop in all directions. The Sect’s Disciples would be able to learn all kinds of different methods—just thinking about it made him happy.

After trekking over mountains and wading through rivers, Tang Ming returned to the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect.

Chen Cang and his two apprentices, who had been worrying about Tang Ming, had been guarding the mountain gate the whole time and rushed up to greet him the moment they saw him.

"Notify everyone to gather. Tell them there’s good stuff to share."

Tang Ming didn’t waste a single word; from far away he shouted loudly to Chen Cang.

"Ah? Okay!"

Chen Cang nodded and hurriedly rushed over to the alarm bell, ringing the assembly bell with all his strength, then called the Disciples on Moon Yin Peak to return to the Sect.

Hearing the bell, everyone in the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect rushed to the plaza as fast as they could, and saw Tang Ming sitting in front of a pile of items as tall as a small mountain, giggling nonstop.

"Sect Master, what’s going on?"

Su Xiaoxi led a group of women and was the first to ask Tang Ming.

"Hehe, let me tell you, I just struck it rich, and all of you are getting a cut."

Tang Ming planted his hands on his hips and shouted excitedly: "Shen Yan, take some people and sort all this stuff, then move it into the Sect’s Treasure Pavilion and arrange it properly."

"Yes!"

Shen Yan nodded and immediately led a group of women to start busying themselves.

"Everyone listen up. From today on, our Heavenly Martial Poison Sect’s Treasure Pavilion officially opens. All of you can go into the Treasure Pavilion and pick whatever Martial Arts Secret Manual you fancy to Cultivate."

Tang Ming looked at the others and shouted loudly: "Also, there are lots of rare Treasures here. In the future, the Sect will reward Disciples based on merit. Those who earn merit can pick their favorite items as rewards."

Everyone looked at each other, at a loss as to how Tang Ming suddenly became so rich and generous. Judging from the looks of those items, they were all priceless treasures.

"A Blue‑and‑White Porcelain Zun."

While Tang Ming was explaining, Meng Ruming suddenly stepped forward and picked up a piece of porcelain, looking at Tang Ming in puzzlement: "The genuine ones of this item have practically vanished. There’s only one real piece in my eldest brother’s study. Where did you get this?"

"Miss, looks like all of this is from the Meng Family."

Meng Liang circled the pile once, his expression turning strange as he said, "Look, that’s the Qinglu Sword the Meng Family’s old ancestor used in his youth, and later he switched to the weapon Mystical Iron Flying Blade!"

"It really is!"

Meng Ruming was both shocked and suspicious as she looked at Tang Ming in disbelief: "Don’t tell me you went to the Meng Family?"

"Hehe, I won’t hide it from everyone."

Tang Ming cleared his throat and said with a smile, "Yesterday I happened to run into a large Meng Family convoy at the foot of the mountain. They were extremely hospitable and insisted on inviting me to the Meng Family as a guest. I had no choice but to go—and then they gifted me all this stuff. The Meng Family are such good people."

Hearing this, everyone present sucked in a sharp breath. Everyone knew that because of Liu Mengting’s family, the Meng Family and the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect had already become enemies. That big Meng Family convoy coming to the foot of the mountain was definitely to attack the Heavenly Martial Poison Sect. How could they be there to invite guests?

Besides, even if Tang Ming was invited to the Meng Family, there’s no way they’d give him so many things. This was practically the Meng Family’s entire fortune.