Tang San's Forbearance

Within Star Luo Empire, Star Luo City.

Sunlight spilled over the bluestone-paved streets, casting mottled patches of light and shadow.

Tang San squatted at a street corner, a chipped bowl set before him with several copper coins lying quietly at the bottom.

His eyes were lowered, fixed on those coins. His fingers rubbed against them unconsciously as he calculated again and again.

At his current rate of begging, he could earn at most three to five copper coins a day. To save enough Gold Soul Coins to awaken his martial soul would take at least ten years.

That was assuming he did not have to hand anything over to the Wolf Gang.

Every evening, those thugs with faces full of flesh would show up on time, holding out their hands to collect their so-called "protection fee."

Tang San raised his head and swept his hollow gaze across the street. It was not as though he had never considered earning money as a blacksmith.

But this body of his was already ten years old and still skin and bones. Even cultivating the Mysterious Heaven Skill would require several years to nurse it back into condition.

In his current state, he probably would not last more than a few swings of a hammer.

Whenever the blacksmith shop owner saw him, he simply waved him away and muttered,

"Skinny as a bamboo pole. What use would you be?"

Tang San clenched his fists, his knuckles turning faintly white as frustration welled up in his chest.

How had a dignified God King like him ended up in such miserable straits after reincarnation?

Just as he lost himself in thought, a set of footsteps shattered his reverie.

Tang San looked up and saw a youth emerge from the crowd. His golden hair gleamed beneath the sun, while his unusually striking double pupils carried an innate air of authority.

Several middle-aged men surrounded the youth, their steps steady and sabers hanging at their waists.

On the other side, a portly nobleman followed alongside him with nods and bows.

The man wore an ostentatious robe, its cuffs embroidered with intricate gold thread. With a broad smile plastered across his face, he said, "Young Master Dai, what brings you to Star Luo City today? Is there anything you require?"

The youth merely stared straight ahead, not sparing the nobleman even a sideways glance.

Tang San narrowed his eyes and studied the nobleman.

Memories surged through his mind, and he recognized him—this fat man was an administrator named Li Fulai, who oversaw tax collection for several streets.

The Wolf Gang could let him beg here "peacefully" only because more than half of the money they paid in tribute ended up in these people's pockets, could they not?

He sneered. The Star Luo Empire truly was corrupt to the core.

Then his gaze returned to the golden-haired youth.

Double pupils... the Evil Eye White Tiger?

Tang San's heart jolted as a familiar sensation rose within him.

In his memories, Dai Mubai appeared again, flanked by women on both sides.

Back then, Xiao Wu had always despised Dai Mubai for being promiscuous and fond of bullying the weak with his strength.

Yet Tang San had felt that there was something different deep in Dai Mubai's bones.

Sure enough, Dai Mubai later became an indispensable brother on his path to godhood.

This youth's temperament seemed to share several similarities with Dai Mubai's.

Tang San licked his cracked lips, his throat bobbing as he muttered, "If I could get close to him..."

Perhaps he could use a descendant of the Dai Family to get rid of that damned Huo Yuhao?

Tang San was still considering how to strike up a conversation.

When the ground beneath his feet suddenly vanished. A powerful force slammed into him, and with a stagger, he crashed to the ground.

"Where did this filthy beggar come from? How dare you block Young Master Dai's path?"

Suppressing the pain shooting through his ribs, Tang San looked up and saw one of the youth's guards glaring at him impatiently.

The man lifted his foot and kicked away the broken bowl on the ground, cursing, "Get lost! Stop being an eyesore!"

The golden-haired youth did not slow his pace or even raise his eyelids, as if he had not noticed the commotion at all.

Li Fulai, however, turned around. A vicious glint appeared on his fat face as he glared at Tang San and barked,

"You little brat, are you blind? Do you not know this is the Dai Family's Second Young Master?"

He narrowed his eyes and thought to himself,

Looks like the Wolf Gang has been managed far too loosely. They need a proper warning.

Seeing the vicious look in Li Fulai's eyes, Tang San's anger surged. His fists clenched hard, only to loosen again moments later.

He had no choice. He was still adapting to this body.

When he had first begun begging, he had secretly hidden a few copper coins. After the Wolf Gang discovered it, they had nearly broken his legs.

And Tang San was all too familiar with the nobleman's gaze. The man clearly intended to kill him.

The Mysterious Heaven Treasure Record stated that once one confirmed an opponent was an enemy, that enemy had chosen the path of death.

It was time for his hidden weapons to prove their worth.

But acting now would only draw Star Luo City's law enforcement forces.

Therefore, he could only endure for the time being.

Forbearance!

The reason he, Tang San, had been able to become an enforcer of the God Realm step by step had absolutely not been strength alone.

More importantly, he understood how to assess the situation, and he possessed world-shaking wisdom.

Tang San forcibly suppressed the killing intent in his heart, picked up his bowl from the ground, then bent over and left with a forced smile.

Several days passed like this. By the time night fell, the area outside Star Luo City was already silent.

The guard who had knocked Tang San over that day hummed an off-key tune as he staggered along the road home.

Reeking of alcohol, his eyelids drooped as he rubbed his eyes dazedly. He vaguely saw a dark shadow swaying in the grass ahead.

Frowning, he stopped and was about to demand an explanation when a faint whoosh sounded beside his ear.

Then a sharp pain pierced his throat.

He instinctively clutched his neck, his fingertips touching a cold, sharp piece of metal.

A black Money Dart had already sunk deep into his flesh.

The guard's eyes widened abruptly. A rasping sound escaped his throat as his legs gave out beneath him and he fell to his knees.

Blood poured from between his fingers, staining the front of his clothes red.

He struggled desperately to stand, but his body convulsed violently beyond his control.

Tang San stepped slowly out from the grass.

With a flick of his fingers, two more hidden weapons flew out. One pierced the guard's chest, while the other stabbed into his temple.

The guard's body stiffened violently, and he made no further sound.

Only after confirming that the man had completely stopped breathing did Tang San step forward and retrieve each of his hidden weapons.

After all, he had painstakingly crafted them in secret.

Conditions were harsh now, and he could not compare them to the abundant resources of his previous life. Naturally, he had to treasure them all the more.

However, when Tang San's fingers touched the blood spilling from the guard's body.

A tremor came from within his Spiritual Sea. The phantom image of the Sea God Trident emerged, flickering with eerie golden-red light.

A warm current flowed in through his fingertips and swiftly spread throughout his entire body.

Tang San froze slightly. Feeling that life force and Soul Power course through his meridians, bringing an indescribable sensation of comfort, he could not help letting out a low moan.

After roughly the time it took to drink half a cup of tea, the guard's once fairly full body had completely withered away.

Tang San also emerged from that wondrous state.

He could clearly feel that his Soul Power seemed to have risen by one level, and even his body had become noticeably stronger than before.

He had not expected that after his Sea God Trident reincarnated with him, it would still possess such a miraculous ability.

It was even more domineering than the Eight Spider Lances he had used in his previous life.

With such a divine artifact in hand, why should he worry that he could not kill Huo Yuhao, replace the Tang San of the God Realm, and reclaim Xiao Wu?