The Humiliation of Tang San

After letting go of Tang San, the guard spat on him as he lay on the ground and remarked, "To think a crippled piece of trash like this actually has a storage soul tool."

The guard then turned to his captain, his expression instantly shifting into a fawning smile as he said, "Boss, here is the kid's storage soul tool."

He handed Tang San's storage soul tool over to the guard captain.

With his back turned to Xue Beng and the others, the guard captain looked at the storage soul tool in his hand. The next second, he probed it with his soul power, and all the money inside Tang San's storage soul tool appeared in the captain's hand.

The guard captain tucked the money into his own robes before walking over to Xue Beng with a flattering expression, handing the storage soul tool to him.

He spoke to Xue Beng, "Your Highness, this is the kid's storage soul tool. Please, take it and have a look."

Hearing this, Xue Beng naturally took the twenty-four-cubic-meter storage soul tool. Upon seeing that it had such a large capacity, Xue Beng remarked, "What is this? This storage soul tool is even bigger than mine. This thing is mine from now on; it just so happens I needed a belt."

Xue Beng then discovered there were no gold soul coins inside. That was clearly impossible, so he looked at the guard captain, guessing that the captain must have pocketed the money.

Under normal circumstances, Xue Beng would have been furious; in his view, what he gave you was yours, but you could not take it for yourself.

But this time, Xue Beng did not. He was still immersed in the joy of obtaining a twenty-four-cubic-meter storage soul tool.

Therefore, he did not take the guard captain's petty actions to heart.

Xue Beng then probed the storage soul tool and discovered some of Tang San's hidden weapons and daily necessities.

The next second, he dumped all these items out onto the ground.

Xue Beng waited for the noble youths behind him to enter the city. As they passed by Tang San, Xue Beng looked down at him from his high position and said, "A lowly commoner is just a commoner. Even if you get lucky and find a treasure like this, you only use it to store scrap metal."

After saying this, Xue Beng led his followers into the city, calling out to them, "I'm in a good mood today, I'll treat you all later."

With the departure of Xue Beng and his group, the city gate guards returned to their previous state of slacking off, completely ignoring Tang San on the ground.

The guards continued to chat about where they would go to enjoy themselves with their newly acquired money once their shift ended.

Only when everyone stopped paying attention to him did Tang San finally recover his senses. Enduring the pain in his body, he staggered to his feet and saw his hidden weapons lying on the ground like trash.

Seeing his prized possessions treated this way made Tang San anxious. He hurriedly picked up his black robe, ran over to the weapons, gathered them all up, wrapped them in the robe, and held them against his chest.

Tang San felt a deep sense of humiliation that the guards still ignored him and wouldn't even look his way, but he had no choice but to endure it for now as he carefully entered Heaven Dou City.

The guards saw this but acted as if they hadn't, for in their eyes, even if this piece of trash entered the city, he wouldn't be able to cause any trouble.

As Tang San entered Heaven Dou City, it was his first time in such a large city since his transmigration. For a moment, he didn't know where to go to find the Moon Pavilion his father had mentioned.

Tang San asked a nearby merchant, "Excuse me, which way to the Moon Pavilion?"

The merchant looked at the crippled man, covered in footprints, dressed in rags, and limping, and replied, "Someone like you wants to go to the Moon Pavilion?"

"Get lost! Don't disturb my business!"

Tang San was filled with intense anger at being treated this way. The narrow-minded Tang San glared at the merchant, mentally placing him in the same category as the city guards and Xue Beng; once he recovered, these people would all have to die.

Tang San continued to ask for directions throughout the city. After many setbacks and spending quite some time, he finally stood before the entrance of the Moon Pavilion just as everyone in the city was closing up for the night.

The Moon Pavilion was already closed.

But Tang San, who was exhausted, hungry, and in pain, could not care less, so he knocked on the door.

The knocking woke the doorman, who shouted angrily, "Coming, coming! Who is it at this hour? Can't you come back tomorrow?"

Upon reaching the door and seeing the ragged Tang San, he said, "Get lost, beggar. We have no food for you here."

He prepared to drive Tang San away, but Tang San wouldn't let the doorman have his way. "Don't drive me away! I'm here to see my aunt. My aunt is Tang Yuehua. My father told me to find her; she's inside."

Tang San kept shouting, and the doorman yelled back, "Kid, stop making a scene! Don't disturb the rest of the noble guests inside the Moon Pavilion."

The commotion reached the ears of those inside, including Tang Yuehua, who had not yet retired, and the two men sent by the Clear Sky Sect to protect her.

When the three heard someone outside claiming to be Tang Yuehua's nephew, they were stunned. The only people who could call Tang Yuehua "aunt" were the son of the Sect Master, Tang Xiao, and the son of Tang Hao, who had been disowned by the Clear Sky Sect.

Sect Master Tang Xiao was not yet married, let alone a father, so this person was likely Tang Hao's son—after all, Tang Hao's wife had been pregnant twelve years ago.

Thinking of this, Tang Yuehua couldn't wait to head outside. She had spent years trying to find her second brother, Tang Hao, without any success. Now that there was someone who might be his son, how could she not take it seriously?

Seeing Tang Yuehua's reaction, the two Clear Sky Sect members responsible for her protection followed her toward the door.