Do I Have Some Special Constitution?

"What kind of junk is all this?"

"Are Foundation Establishment cultivators in this other world really this poor?"

Inside the Sect Master's cave abode, Tang Dongyang completely disregarded his lofty image, tossing the contents of the storage pouch everywhere.

The space inside was pretty decent, it had to be said—several cubic meters.

But there was nothing good in it.

"Spirit stones? These are the legendary spirit stones? The spiritual energy is too weak. Toss them to the Second Elder for research."

"Young people these days, how can they just stuff their underwear in there? That smell—blegh... He deserved to die."

"Pills? There isn't even an introduction. Who would dare eat them?"

"At such a young age, he was actually a pervert. He put every woman's belongings in here?"

"Where are the cultivation techniques? Where are the manuals? Do cultivators in this other world not pass down teachings?"

After rummaging through it for a long while, Tang Dongyang wiped his hands with a tissue in disgust.

He would have to disinfect it when he got back, or he would not even dare use the storage pouch.

What kind of otherworldly Foundation Establishment cultivator was this? He was simply a pervert. Apart from a longsword, a few spirit stones, several unidentified pills, and—oh right—the storage pouch itself...

He was practically a pauper!

Tang Dongyang had lived for over fifty years, yet this was the first time he had despised someone so deeply.

Luckily, the other man had already fallen. Otherwise, Tang Dongyang would have had him strung up and beaten several times over.

Feeling somewhat disappointed, Tang Dongyang looked at the assorted clutter in the cave abode. Just as he was about to cultivate, he stopped.

Hmm, he should hire a cleaner.

He then walked straight out of the cave abode.

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