In an unknown city, the beggar was covered in dirt. He had a full stomach for lunch, but he didn't have dinner.
But the watch and the beggar weren't worried about that.
This was because the beggar's mouth was really sweet and his eyes were really accurate. With one look, he could tell whether someone was rich or not, whether they were kind or violent!
Because of this ability, the beggar never had to worry about begging.
When it was close to evening, the little beggar found a rich woman. Using her sympathy and his sweet mouth, he called her 'big sister' non-stop and obtained money for the next three days' worth of food.
The first thing the beggar did was to give half of the money to the beggar brothers nearby.
Hand it over!
No matter where, from the temples to begging on the streets, there would be conflicts of interest.
A muscular man didn't want to work hard, so he gathered all the beggars nearby and collected protection money every day.
The beggar was able to live here peacefully because he paid protection money.
The beggar was young, so he paid more. Based on what the beggar boss said, only the young beggars could get money. Especially the pitiful ones, especially those with broken legs and arms, they could make the rich family wives feel pity for them.
If there was something they didn't know, the beggar boss would send people to train them on how to find suitable targets right away.
Also, how to attract the rich women to like them …
These techniques were really popular.
This was the first time the beggar heard of such an organization and he couldn't help but exclaim, "So talented!"
After handing over the protection money for the next three days, the beggar only had enough to eat a bowl of noodles.
After eating a bowl of noodles, he patted his stomach and moved a little to warm up his body. He walked out of the lake outside the city and carefully took a bath. After washing his body clean, he took off his dirty clothes and put on a clean one.
Tonight, the beggar didn't want to sleep in the city.
Beside the lake, he lit up a bonfire and started to cultivate his family technique.
"My injuries have healed and I can start to cultivate now. If I want to take revenge, I have to have a good body and cultivation." The beggar believed firmly.
The watch looked at the disciplined beggar and felt really satisfied.
When the calamity descended, this kid didn't collapse. He didn't give up on himself and instead carried the sky. He had a firm goal and trained himself.
With this personality, even without the Bank of the Universe, he could still grow.
Only after the little beggar practiced a few times did he stop to meditate and cultivate his Qi to improve himself.
"Pocket watch, if I give the god spirit meridian to your master, will I be able to take revenge?" The little beggar suddenly asked.
"Of course, my master has already sent someone over," the watch replied.
"But my enemy is those bald monks from Dalin Temple. Those bunch of fake monks actually wiped out my family to get my God Spirit Mine. If I didn't personally witness it, I wouldn't have believed it." The beggar was filled with hatred.
"You must remember that there is no one in this world that the Bank of the Universe doesn't dare to offend. As long as you sign a contract with my Master, my Master can take revenge for you." The watch said firmly. To it, Li Xiandao was the top expert in the world.
"Okay!" The beggar nodded his head firmly. He was also looking forward to entering the Bank of the Universe.
A night passed. The little beggar had broken through to Foundation Realm and was still improving himself.
He could have killed that beggar brother. He was just a normal person who cultivated a few punches and kicks. He was just a lazy person.
But the little beggar didn't. He didn't want to break the current balance and didn't want to cause too much trouble.
This was because Dalin Temple's monks were looking for him. If anything went wrong and exposed himself, it would be problematic.
This was why he would rather be a little beggar than expose himself.
For a few consecutive days, the little beggar begged during the day and cultivated outside the city at night.
But on the ninth day, the little beggar heard news.
"I heard that Dalin Temple's monks are capturing a traitor."
"Right, this traitor is said to be the son of the demon path. He is really cruel and we can't let him grow."
"Since he is the son of the demon path, then we have to kill him."
"Right, Dalin Temple protected us and we have to be grateful. Everyone spread the news. Once we find the son of the demon path, we will inform the monks."
The city wasn't big and news spread really quickly.
The little beggar panicked, "They are here. I am hiding in such a secluded city and they actually found me. That is just too much!"
The watch said, "Calm down, don't worry. It is just a night and the people who will save us will come tomorrow."
"They have a secret technique that can lock onto me. Once I get close, I will be noticed." The little beggar said nervously. He hadn't taken revenge and didn't want to be noticed.
"Then, let's head out of the city and hide in the wilderness. The monks are focusing on the city." The watch said right away.
"Okay, let's head out." The little beggar said decisively. He followed the small path and came to the city gate.
Right as he was about to head out, someone shouted, "Son of the demon path, you have finally appeared!"
Outside the city, three young monks walked over and looked coldly at the little beggar.
The little beggar's body shook in disbelief and he wanted to run.
"You won't be able to escape. Our teacher has personally cast a spell to track you down. He had us five brothers come to capture you. You should be content, son of a demon." Another two monks walked out from the city and sneered.
The little beggar's body shook and he hollered, "What did I do to become the son of the demon path?"
"Your parents are sinful and you are their son. You inherited the sin, so you are the son of the demon path!" A monk scolded.
"Preposterous!" The little beggar's face flushed red and he was furious. He pointed at their noses and scolded.
"If I didn't give the God Spirit Mine to your Dalin Temple, then my parents would be sinful?"
"Whether or not they are sinful is up to you."
"You said that my parents are sinful so are my parents sinful?"
"Then, your Dalin Temple killed my family of 100, so shouldn't you go to hell?"
The little beggar's questions were like that of a cuckoo crying blood.
"No matter how much you say, it's just the sophistry of the son of the demonic path. The son of the demonic path is the best at sophistry and framing others. But have you forgotten that all of that depends on one's cultivation base?" A fat monk sneered.
"I will seal your mouth now. You sharp-tongued kid, you better tell me where the 10,000 God Spirit Meridians are, otherwise, I will send you to meet your parents." After the fat monk got close, he gave a vicious smile.
How was this a monk?
This was a demon!
The little beggar wanted to punch his face to vent the rage in his heart.
Peng!
In the next second, a fist smashed down onto the fat monk's face.
Kacha!
The monk's face caved in and he smashed into the ground. The ground shook and he rolled dozens of times before landing in the distance.
He died without a sound!
"I am protecting this kid. If you want to take him away, have you thought about how you want to die?" A domineering voice rang out.
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