Chapter 494: with translation of chapter title

That is the controversial Little City Lord of Huangjin City.

Here, the Little City Lord refers not to Nan Gong Han, but to Nangong Mo.

Compared to Nan Gong Han's smooth sailing, Nangong Mo's life is far more tumultuous.

As the son of the Huangjin City Lord, Nangong Mo is the first son of the current city lord, Nan Gong Bo, and was born when Nan Gong Bo was still the Little City Lord of Huangjin City. Later, Nan Gong Bo inherited the city lord position, his original wife passed away, Nan Gong Bo remarried, and Nan Gong Han is the son of the second wife.

By seniority, the position of Little City Lord of Huangjin City should rightfully belong to Nangong Mo.

However, Nangong Mo himself is disappointing; from childhood he could not awaken the Golden Bloodline, and at the age of ten-something he lost both legs, and with his mother dying early, he early lost the qualification to contend for the Little City Lord position.

It is said that he was exiled abroad for years, and only recently returned.

Huangjin City has a rule: all bloodline heirs must study at the Academy for three years.

Now, Nan Gong Han has come to the Academy, and Nangong Mo closely follows.

"I heard that the unfavored young lord of Huangjin City has come to the Academy."

"You mean that cripple? What is he doing at the Academy?"

"You can't say that; although Nangong Mo hasn't awakened the Golden Bloodline and his legs are disabled, his innate talent is not bad."

"What use is that? Even as an ordinary person, being unable to walk properly is already useless, let alone he is a person of Huangjin City; such a person will only become a laughingstock!"

Qingshu pushed Nangong Mo all the way into the Academy, hearing similar conversations along the way countless times.

He felt both angry and pained in his heart.

Why were the master's legs ruined, if not because of those people?

What wrong has the master done?

Is it just because he is the eldest son of the city lord?

Qingshu stopped, unable to resist going up to confront them, but Nangong Mo called out to him.

"Qingshu, enough."

"But..."

"They have mouths on their own bodies; let them talk. Besides, they aren't wrong..."

"Master! I won't allow you to say that!"

Qingshu's eye sockets reddened.

Nangong Mo wore a self-mocking smile on his face.

The inability to awaken the bloodline and the disabled legs—those words describe him exactly.

He is indeed in such a sorry state.

"Let's go, to class."

Qingshu endured the pain in his heart and slowly pushed Nangong Mo toward the place of class.

Because she failed to secure a Special Grade Instructor position, Ling Xueyao ultimately had to settle for less, becoming a Regular Instructor at the Academy.

Originally, with her status, it was utterly impossible for her to come to the Academy as an instructor, but her husband—namely the Little City Lord of Huangjin City who was cultivating at the Academy—she chose to become an instructor there in order to be with him.

At this moment, on the open training field, Class Kuiwei 88 is assembling.

The current Little City Lord of Huangjin City, Nan Gong Han, is in this class.

This class is rather special, set up specifically for the disciples of other sects and powers.

Thus, the students in this class all come from major powers, with exalted and extraordinary status.

The class instructor of Kuiwei 88 is none other than a member of the Council of Elders—Li Zhanglao.

For ordinary classes, the class instructor is a Special Grade Instructor, but this class's instructor is an Elder, showing how much the Academy values it.

Even among many handsome and beautiful youths of noble status, Nan Gong Han remains the most eye-catching.

His tall stature, handsome features, and noble bearing make him stand out, becoming the brightest star!

Outside the training field, Ling Xueyao gazed obsessively at that man.

This is her man, her husband.

The Little City Lord of Huangjin City is also one of the most outstanding men of Beimingzhou!

"Is everyone here?"

Li Zhanglao glanced at the time and called out loudly.

"Li Zhanglao, one person is still missing!"

Ling Xueyao replied loudly.

Originally, such an occasion does not allow outsiders to interfere, but since the other party is Ling Xueyao, Li Zhanglao naturally would not say anything.

Instead, he cooperatively asked, "Oh, who else?"

"Nangong Mo!"

Ling Xueyao curled her lips and said with a cold smile.

As soon as she said that, the students present exploded in an uproar.

"Nangong Mo? Isn't he just that waste?"

"I heard he has difficulty walking, is a cripple, and indeed so—he is slower than others in class!"

"Let's be understanding toward him, after all, he cannot compare to us normal people!"

Many students acted without restraint, seemingly not worrying at all about what Nan Gong Han, likewise a son of the Huangjin City Lord, might do to them.

Nan Gong Han indeed would not do anything to them.

He not only would not, but actually revealed a mocking smile.

Nangong Mo?

Just a joke!

He has never considered Nangong Mo to be a member of the Nan Gong family.

Because, he is not worthy!

At this moment, a gurgling sound came from the wheelchair.

The crowd followed the sound and saw Nangong Mo sitting in the wheelchair, being pushed by someone.

Thus, the smiles on their faces grew even more mocking.

Nangong Mo, you're so late—don't you know the whole class has been waiting for you?

Li Zhanglao's face darkened, his voice cold and stern.

Qingshu immediately replied: "Li Zhanglao, my master hasn't been late either!"

Although they arrived a little late, they still made it before class began.

Shut up! I'm speaking to your master—you're just a servant, what right do you have to butt in?

Li Zhanglao narrowed his eyes, his gaze upon Qingshu full of contempt.

A lackey of a worthless person is nothing but something worse than trash!

I say, big brother, your servant is badly disciplined—do you want me, your sister-in-law, to help you discipline him?

Ling Xueyao said with a cold smile.

Thanks for your kindness, sister-in-law—I'll take care of my own people.

Nangong Mo calmly refused, then sternly called out Qingshu's name.

Nangong Mo, everyone comes to class on their own—do you really need a servant to follow you to class? That's a bit too individualistic, isn't it?

In the class, someone loudly questioned.

That fellow disciple is correct, Qingshu—please step back for now.

Although Qingshu felt ten thousand reluctances, he dared not defy Nangong Mo's will.

Once Qingshu left, Nangong Mo was surrounded by the disciples of Kui Wei Class 88; he sat while the others stood.

Helpless, miserable.

Everyone is physically able; only he has difficulty walking, so he can only sit in the wheelchair, enduring others' looks down upon him.

The hand in his sleeve clenched involuntarily.

Nangong Mo's gaze swept over the crowd and finally landed on Nan Gong Han.

Nan Gong Han stood out in the crowd, his appearance somewhat similar to Nangong Mo's, which only accentuated Nangong Mo's desolation.

Big brother, look—everyone is standing, you're the only one sitting; wouldn't that be a bit awkward?

Nan Gong Han curled the corner of his mouth.

Exactly, Nangong Mo—although you're from Huangjin City, you can't demand special treatment, can you?

Why not this: we all get chairs and sit for class like you?

Although you're disabled, you can overcome it! Want us to prepare a handrail for you to hold onto?

The disciples of Class 88, although they come from powerful sects, still fall short compared to the top-tier Huangjin City.

They all tried to curry favor with Nan Gong Han, attempting to form a connection with him.

Although others may not be clear on the relationship between Nan Gong Han and Nangong Mo, they themselves know it perfectly.

As long as they suppress Nangong Mo, that is choosing to support Nan Gong Han.

Li Zhanglao looked at the disabled Nangong Mo, contempt welling up in his eyes.

Nangong Mo, you heard that too—just overcome it and stand for class like everyone else!