pertwk Chapter 10 Tang 3's Forbearance
Chapter 10 Tang 3's Forbearance
Within Star Luo City, in the Star Luo Empire.
Sunlight spilled onto the bluestone pavement, casting dappled shadows.
Tang San squatted on the street corner, with a chipped bowl in front of him and a few copper coins lying quietly at the bottom of the bowl.
He lowered his eyes, his gaze fixed on the copper coins, his fingers unconsciously stroking them as he calculated in his mind.
At this rate of begging, he can only get three to five copper coins a day at most. To save up enough gold soul coins to awaken his martial soul, it would take at least ten years.
This is without having handed it over to the Wolf Gang.
Every evening, those burly men would appear on time and reach out to collect so-called "protection money" from him.
Tang San raised his head, his eyes scanning the street with a somewhat vacant look. It wasn't that he hadn't considered making money by blacksmithing.
However, even though his body was already ten years old, it was still as thin as a rake, and it would take several years to recuperate even when practicing the Xuan Tian Gong.
In this situation, even if you were to swing a sledgehammer to strike iron, you probably wouldn't last more than a few blows.
The blacksmith shop owner saw him and waved him away, muttering something under his breath:
"You're as skinny as a bamboo pole, what good are you?"
Tang San clenched his fists, his knuckles turning slightly white, feeling a tightness in his chest.
How could a dignified god-king like himself end up in such a miserable state after being reborn?
Just as he was lost in thought, the sound of footsteps broke his reverie.
Tang San looked up and saw a young man walking out of the crowd. His long golden hair shone brightly in the sunlight, and his pupils were particularly striking, exuding an innate aura of power.
The boy was surrounded by several middle-aged men, who walked with steady steps and wore knives at their waists.
On the other side, a bloated nobleman was bowing and scraping beside him.
The man, dressed in a flamboyant robe with intricate gold thread embroidery on the cuffs, said with a beaming smile, "Young Master Dai, what brings you to Xingluo City today?"
The boy, however, kept his eyes fixed straight ahead, not even sparing a glance for the nobleman.
Tang San narrowed his eyes and sized up the nobleman.
Memories flooded his mind, and he recognized him—the fat man was a manager in the administrative group named Li Fulai, who was in charge of tax collection for several streets.
The reason the Wolf Gang can let him beg "peacefully" here is because more than half of the money they give him goes into their own pockets.
He sneered; the Star Luo Empire was indeed utterly corrupt.
Then his gaze fell back on the blond boy.
Double pupils... Evil-eyed White Tiger?
Tang San's heart skipped a beat, and a familiar feeling surged up.
In my memory, Dai Mubai, with women on his left and right, reappeared.
Back then, Xiao Wu always disliked Dai Mubai for his womanizing ways and his tendency to bully the weak.
But Tang San felt that there was something different about Dai Mubai.
Sure enough, he later became an indispensable brother on his path to godhood.
This young man now seems to share some similarities with Dai Mubai in terms of temperament.
Tang San licked his chapped lips, his throat bobbed, and he muttered to himself, "If only I could get involved with him..."
Perhaps we can use this descendant of the Dai family to get rid of that damned Huo Yuhao?
Tang San was pondering in his mind how to start a conversation.
Suddenly, his feet lost their footing, and a powerful force slammed into him, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground.
"Where did this stinking beggar come from, daring to block Young Master Dai's path?"
Tang San endured the stinging pain in his ribs and looked up to see a guard standing next to the boy, glaring at him with an impatient expression.
The man kicked the broken bowl away from the ground, cursing, "Get lost, don't get in my way!"
The blond boy didn't stop walking, nor did he even lift his eyelids, as if he hadn't noticed the commotion at all.
Li Fulai turned around, a fierce glint in his fat face, and glared at Tang San, growling:
"Little brat, are you blind? Don't you know this is the second young master of the Dai family?"
He squinted and thought to himself:
"It seems the Wolf Gang is still being managed too loosely; we need to give them a good talking-to."
Tang San looked at Li Fulai's sinister eyes and felt a surge of anger rise in his heart. He clenched his fist tightly, but then relaxed it.
There's nothing he can do; he's still getting used to this body.
When he first started begging, he secretly hid a few copper coins. When the wolf gang found out, he almost had his legs broken.
Tang San was all too familiar with the nobleman's eyes; it was clear that the man intended to kill him.
The Xuan Tian Bao Lu states that once you determine that your opponent is an enemy, then you are already courting death.
It's time to put my hidden weapons to good use.
But taking action now will only attract the law enforcement forces of Xingluo City.
Therefore, he could only endure it for the time being.
Patience!
The reason why Tang San was able to become an enforcer of the God Realm step by step was definitely not just because of his strength.
More importantly, he knew how to assess the situation and possessed extraordinary wisdom.
Tang San forcibly suppressed the murderous intent in his heart, picked up his rice bowl from the ground, bent down, forced a smile, and left.
……
Several days passed in this way, and when night fell, the area outside Xingluo City was quiet.
The guard who had pushed Tang San down that day was humming an off-key tune as he staggered home.
The smell of alcohol made his eyelids droop, and he rubbed his eyes in a daze, vaguely seeing a dark shadow moving in the grass ahead.
He frowned and stopped, about to ask a question, when he heard a soft "whoosh".
Immediately afterwards, a sharp pain shot through my throat.
He instinctively covered his neck, his fingertips touching a cold, sharp piece of metal.
The black dart had already sunk deep into his flesh.
The guard's eyes widened suddenly, he let out a heavy gasp, and his legs gave way, causing him to kneel on the ground.
Blood gushed from between his fingers, staining the front of his shirt red.
He struggled desperately to stand up, but his body convulsed violently out of control.
Tang San slowly walked out from the bushes.
With a flick of his finger, two more hidden weapons flew out, one piercing the guard's chest and the other stabbing into his temple.
The guard froze, then fell silent.
After confirming that the other party was completely lifeless, Tang San stepped forward and retrieved all the hidden weapons one by one.
After all, he had gone to great lengths to secretly make these.
Conditions are tough now, not as good as in my previous life, so we should cherish them all the more.
However, when Tang San's fingers touched the blood that had spilled from the guard's body...
A tremor came from the sea of spirit, and the phantom of the trident of the sea god appeared, flashing with a strange golden-red light.
A warm current flowed into his fingertips and quickly spread throughout his body.
Tang San was slightly taken aback, feeling the life force and soul power flowing through his meridians, bringing an indescribable sense of comfort, which made him let out a low groan.
After about half a cup of tea's time, the guard's once plump body had become completely shriveled.
Tang San also snapped out of that strange state.
He could clearly feel that his soul power seemed to have increased by one level, and even his body had become stronger than before.
I never expected that my Trident of Poseidon, after being reborn along with me, would possess such amazing abilities.
This is even more domineering than the Eight Spider Lances he used in his previous life.
With such a divine artifact in hand, why should I worry about not being able to kill Huo Yuhao, replace Tang San of the God Realm, and reclaim Xiao Wu?