Chapter 207: I Am Taking Care Of This Kid

Translator: Exodus Tales Editor: Exodus Tales

In an unknown city, a little beggar was covered in dirt. He had a nice lunch but had nothing to eat for dinner.

However, both the watch and the beggar weren't worried about that.

This was because the beggar's mouth was sweet and his eyes were really sharp. He could tell whether one was rich or poor, whether one was kind or violent.

Because of this ability, the little beggar had never worried about begging.

Close to night, the little beggar found a rich lady and used his sweet mouth and took advantage of her sympathy to call her older sister. Just like that, he acquired enough money for three days worth of food.

The first thing he did was split half with the nearby big brother.

Provisions!

In any place, from the imperial courts or down to the streets, there were conflicts of interests.

A strong man didn't want to try hard in life, so he gathered up all the beggars and collected protection fees from them.

A beggar was able to work peacefully here because they paid protection fees.

The younger the beggar, the more money they had to pay. Based on what the boss said, only a few beggars could earn money. Especially those pitiful looking ones, those with broken hands and legs could attract the hearts of rich women.

If there were some who didn't know how to beg, the boss would let someone teach them how to find a suitable target.

And also how to attract a rich lady to be interested step by step...

They were all really skilled in such acts.

This was the first time the beggar heard of such an organisation and he was really impressed, "A talent!"

After handing over three days worth of protection fees, the beggar's money was enough for a bowl of noodles.

After eating it, he patted his stomach and stretched. His body felt really warm and he walked by the lake. He carefully bathed and cleaned himself and changed into a clean shirt.

On this night, the beggar didn't want to sleep in the city.

By the lake, he lit up a bonfire and started to cultivate his family's technique.

"My injuries have healed up and now I can start to cultivate. To take revenge, one needs to have good body and good cultivation." The beggar believed in that.

The watch looked at the disciplined beggar, really satisfied.

In front of a calamity, this kid didn't collapse and didn't give up on himself. Instead, he made a goal and decided to strengthen himself.

With this personality alone, even without the Bank of the Universe, he could still grow.

After he did a few exercises, he sat down and started to train his qi to improve himself.

"Watch, you said that if I give my God Spirit Meridians to your Master, that he would be able to take revenge for me?" The beggar suddenly asked.

"Of course he can, my Master has already sent someone over." The watch replied.

"But those bald monks from Dalin Temple are my enemies. Those fake monks actually killed my entire family to acquire our mine. If I hadn't personally witnessed it, I really wouldn't have believed them." The beggar was filled with hatred.

"You must remember that in this world, there is no one that my Bank of the Universe doesn't dare to offend. As long as you sign a contract with my Master, my Master will take revenge for you." The watch was confident. In its mind, Li Xiandao was the top in the world.

"Great!" The beggar nodded his head firmly. He also anticipated entering the Bank of the Universe.

After a night, the beggar had broken through Foundation Stage but continued to improve himself.

He could just kill that beggar boss as he was just a bit stronger than a normal person. After learning some martial arts, the beggar boss just decided to do nothing with his life.

But the beggar didn't. He didn't want to upset the balance and attract trouble.

This was because Dalin Temple and the monks were looking for him. If there was anything off and he exposed himself, that would be a huge problem.

This was why he was willing to be a shy and shifty beggar than expose himself.

A few days passed and the beggar continued to beg while he cultivated at night.

But on the ninth day, the beggar heard some news.

"I heard that Dalin Temple's monks are catching a traitor."

"Right, this traitor is really cruel. He is the son of a demon. We definitely cannot let him grow."

"Since he is the son of a demon, then we have to beat him to death."

"Right, Dalin Temple protects us and we have to help them. All of us promote this and once we find that kid. We shall inform the Dalin Temple monks."

The city wasn't large and very quickly the rumors started to spread.

The beggar started to panic, "They have found me. We hid in such a secluded city and they actually still found me. That is just too much!"

The watch said, "Calm down, don't worry. Just one more night and tomorrow we will be saved."

"They have a secret technique to lock onto me. Once I get close they will notice me." The beggar was nervous. He hadn't taken revenge and didn't want to be noticed.

"Then, we shall exit the city and hide in the wilderness. The monks are only searching the city now." The watch said right away.

"Okay, let's leave the city." The beggar said decisively. He followed the small route and reached the city entrance.

Just as he was about to exit, someone hollered, "Son of the demon, you have finally appeared!"

Outside the city, three young monks walked over and stared coldly at the beggar.

His body shook in disbelief and he immediately thought about running.

"You can't run. My master personally tracked you and sent the five of us to come and catch you. That should be enough to kill you." Inside the city, two more monks walked out and laughed coldly.

The beggar's body shook and he hollered, "What did I do? How did I become the son of a demon?"

"Your parents have sinned and you are their son, so you have absorbed that sin, which is why you are the son of a demon!" A monk scolded.

"Preposterous!" The beggar was so furious his face turned red. He pointed at them and chided.

"So, my parents have sinned because they didn't hand the God Spirit Meridian Mine to your Dalin Temple?"

"Whether they sinned or not, it's all just what you say."

"You said that my parents sinned, so they sinned?"

"Since your Dalin Temple killed 100 members of my family, then don't you deserve to go to hell?"

The beggar questioned them.

"No matter what you say, you are just the son of a demon trying to argue for yourself. The son of a demon is great at debating and framing others, but you must not forget that everything depends on cultivation." A fat monk laughed coldly.

"I will seal your mouth now you rude kid. You better tell me where the 10,000 God Spirit Meridians are or I will send you to meet your parents." The fat monk walked closely and gave a vicious smile.

How was he a monk?!

He was just a demon!

Only

The little beggar just wanted to punch him to vent his rage.

Peng!

In the next second, someone really punched the fat monk.

Kacha!

The monk's face instantly collapsed and he fell to the ground. He flipped dozens of times before finally landing far away.

He wasn't breathing! He was dead!

"I am taking care of this kid. You want to take him away but have all of you thought about dying yet?" An overbearing voice rang out.