The Little Gatekeeper is Ridiculous

Time flew like an arrow; in the blink of an eye, two months had passed.

At the village entrance, Old Jack the village chief had been waiting for a long time. Behind him sat an ox cart, prepared early to transport Tang San and the others.

"Tang San? You're only bringing this little bit of stuff?" Du Hao asked, puzzled, as he carried a large bag of luggage.

"What else can I do?"

Tang San could only shrug helplessly. "My dad won't give me any money. Didn't you see that I'm only able to attend the academy by taking a spot as a work-study student?"

"Heh, I suppose that's true..."

Watching Tang San's pitiful and helpless appearance, Du Hao shook his head with a look of regret.

He still couldn't wrap his head around it. Even if a Title Douluo wanted to hide his identity, did he really have to go this far?

It had left Tang San looking like a starving monkey since he was a child. If not for his diligent daily training and the occasional help from Old Jack, it wouldn't have been a surprise if he had starved to death one day.

"Alright, enough about me."

"By the way, is this big sister coming to school with you too?" Tang San gestured toward Zhu Zhuqing behind Du Hao, his expression filled with indescribable thoughts.

In Tang San's somewhat fragmented memories, some perverts liked to keep beautiful young maids. Could his little friend be one of those people?

Seeing Tang San's gaze grow increasingly strange, Du Hao quickly defended himself. "What are you talking about? Zhu Zhuqing is only a little over six years old this year."

"It's not unreasonable for her to go to school with me, is it?"

Hearing his friend's defense, the skepticism in Tang San's eyes didn't fade in the slightest. "Are you sure?"

Faced with Tang San's skeptical tone, Du Hao waved his hands to stop him. "Fine, fine, think whatever you want."

"Let's go, Grandpa Jack is getting impatient." With that, Du Hao hurried toward the ox cart at the entrance.

Watching the back of his friend as he rushed away, Tang San turned his gaze to Zhu Zhuqing, who was carrying several large bags of luggage.

He glanced at the thin quilt on Du Hao's back a short distance ahead, and the contrast in weight was stark.

"Sister Zhuqing, did Brother Hao really not threaten you?" Tang San asked suspiciously.

Zhu Zhuqing, who didn't feel the weight of the luggage at all, smiled when she heard him.

Her voice was soft as she said, "It's fine, I'm carrying these of my own volition."

"After all, unlike you, Little Hao isn't able to carry that much stuff."

Hearing Zhu Zhuqing's sincere words, Tang San didn't detect a hint of falsehood.

Yet, that was exactly why it hurt! His eyes were filled with envy. "Why? Why?"

"Where did he pick up such a top-tier..."

Think of him, Tang San, a truly hardworking youth who spent his days either training or helping his father forge iron—why hadn't he enjoyed such treatment?

He shook his head.

Tang San didn't dwell on it any longer and trotted toward the carriage.

The group of four spent half a day traveling, only arriving at Nuoding City near noon.

After asking for directions a few times in the city, they finally found the location of the Junior Spirit Master Academy thanks to a kind stranger.

However, they had barely reached the front gate when, as if triggering an NPC event, they were blocked by a disdainful gatekeeper.

"What are you doing here? A bunch of bumpkins, is this a place for the likes of you?"

Seeing this scene, Du Hao, who had expected this, didn't intervene. Instead, he wanted to see how Tang San would react.

After all, even though he knew Tang San hadn't been possessed by the Tang Buddha Ancestor, he still wanted to see if Tang San had crafted his hidden weapons ahead of schedule.

It was the perfect chance to see if the Tang Buddha Ancestor's methods had been inherited by his simple little Tang San.

If they had, he would definitely have to set him straight...

Before Du Hao could formulate a plan for "re-education" in his mind, Tang San had already snuck to his side, looking at him with a mysterious expression.

"Brother Hao, should we pull something nasty on him?" Tang San asked with a smug look.

Hearing Tang San's boastful tone, Du Hao turned back, puzzled. "You... what are you planning?"

Tang San secretly raised his left hand and said to Du Hao with a sinister grin, "This is the Sleeve Sword I often talk about. It's incredibly powerful. How about we give this arrogant gatekeeper a little poke in the backside?"

By the end, Tang San's expression had become somewhat... lecherous, his entire demeanor radiating the vibe of a total troll.

Watching Tang San act like such a brat, Du Hao, standing beside him, was covered in black lines.

Just as the two were still whispering to each other, the argument between the village chief and the guard reached its climax!

The guard's arrogance had reached its peak, as if he were certain that these country bumpkins wouldn't dare do anything to him.

"So what if you're from Holy Soul Village?" the guard sneered sarcastically. "Do you really think a golden phoenix can hatch from a nest of chickens? You're killing me, hahaha..."

"Damn it, I can't take it anymore! San, execute the plan! Take him down!" With that, Tang San and Du Hao slowly crept behind the guard.

Du Hao pointed his finger at the guard's critical weak point and commanded Tang San fiercely, "Shoot there!"

Just as Tang San prepared to launch his lethal attack:

"What's going on? Why all the noise?"

At that moment, a voice that was elegant yet slightly raspy reached their ears.

They turned around to see the Master making his entrance!

The Master was of medium build, lean, and his face looked rather stern and humorless.

"Master, you're back." The guard's expression changed upon seeing him, and he quickly stepped forward to explain, "It's these country bumpkins..."

Before the guard could finish his sentence, the Master raised a hand to stop him. "That's enough. You children, tell me what happened."

"Heh!" Feeling a bit guilty, Du Hao quickly straightened his posture and recounted the events to Yu Xiaogang exactly as they had unfolded.

After listening to Du Hao, the Master frowned.

"Greetings, teacher. We are here to enroll in the academy, but this guard has been hurling insults at us. We feel quite wronged!" Tang San finished, putting on a pitiful expression.

Behind his back, he stealthily engaged the safety on his Sleeve Sword to prevent it from accidentally triggering.

Looking at the innocent eyes of the two children, the Master believed them at least eighty percent.

He turned his head to look coldly at the head-bowed guard, making no effort to hide the chill in his gaze.

This put immense pressure on the guard standing to the side.

The guard hadn't expected these two kids to be so sharp-tongued, laying out exactly what had happened without missing a single detail.

"Go to the principal's office and explain yourself. Don't wait for me to speak to him personally." The Master stared at the guard with a warning in his eyes.

As an intellectual, the Master despised such petty people who bullied the weak. Furthermore, the academy principal was his close friend, and he would never tolerate such behavior.

He would surely handle this matter well.