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Holding the refined Storage Device in his hand, Mo Wen was curious about how Wang Tian managed to refine such an item with his abilities. Was it not truly his possession, or did his father help him with the refinement? For a Cultivator who had not yet reached the Ning Shen Realm, breaking the control of a Storage Device required merely reciting a specific incantation, but refining it was quite troublesome. However, this question was no longer important; the item now completely belonged to him.
With a thought, he opened the Storage Device. The internal space was vast, more than ten times larger than the Storage Belt Old Lu had given him, reaching about one-tenth of his Square Inch World. The space was divided into several smaller compartments of varying sizes, showcasing Wang Tian's collection. One small compartment contained Kung Fu classics. After a brief glance, he found that while these Kung Fu texts were of decent quality, they paled in comparison to what he practiced. Previously, he had no clear standard for judging Kung Fu; he merely assumed that whatever Old Lu provided must be valuable. Now it seemed that was indeed the case, but these Kung Fu texts lacked the necessary supplementary materials, which Wang Tian must have used up. Moreover, the highest realm these Kung Fu texts reached was merely Qi Binding Realm, rendering them useless to him. They could be given to Erniu instead.
The remaining compartments held materials, herbs, and some personal collections of Wang Tian. Although the quality of these materials and herbs was not high, their quantity far exceeded what he had collected, and among them were rare items that surpassed his own collection. However, now was not the time to organize these items; he had more pressing matters to attend to. He took out the Kung Fu classics from the Storage Device and began transferring items from his Storage Belt into the new Storage Device. Sorting through everything took nearly an hour, and soon dawn would break.
Standing up and stretching lazily, he set off towards Erniu's campsite.
Meanwhile, Erniu was anxiously pacing inside his tent. There was little he could do but worry; searching for an unknown person in the vast Moro City was like finding a needle in a haystack, especially during Wu Hui when there were even more people around. All he could do was pray that his brother Er Gou would not encounter any trouble.
On the other side, in the Wang family’s hall, Wang Tian's father erupted in furious shouts: "You worthless fool! What kind of sin have I committed to have you as my son? And you lot—why didn’t you stop this wasteful child?"
Everything happened too suddenly. Upon hearing reports that his son had returned home with several injured servants, Wang Xiong sensed something was amiss. With Wu Hui approaching, fighting was prohibited in Moro City. His talented son had been relatively well-behaved lately, so he had taken this opportunity to send him out to assist with procuring goods for the family. Today, however, Wang Tian returned having taken away twenty percent of their family assets meant for purchasing goods. Now with injured servants and returning so late indicated trouble had occurred. When Wang Xiong demanded Wang Tian hand over what he had brought back today, he found nothing.
"Master, please calm down," said the Leading Guard standing beside Wang Tian as he bowed his head to report. "I intended to stop him, but it was too late. If anyone is to blame, it is our lack of strength; even five of us together couldn't subdue that kid and ended up getting injured ourselves." Wang Tian knelt on the ground in silence.
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