Free Web NovelThe next day.
Li Mo rose early and saw the Murong bustling with activity, with maids and servants going in and out.
Walking to the entrance, he saw Old Master Murong personally directing everyone.
“Li Xiaoyou, you’re awake.”
Murong Hai turned around, his face showing no signs of having been heavily drunk the day before:
“I’ve already ordered grain from Hengtong Merchant House, and this charity hall can be set up today.”
“Thank you for your trouble.”
Li Mo took out the silver notes he had prepared from his sleeve.
“Since it is to follow the family motto and do good, one cannot be generous with others’ resources. I hope Old Master will not decline.”
“I am already very grateful to be able to use Murong’s reputation and manpower.”
Of course, he would handle the investment feedback himself.
Money was the least of his worries.
“Li Xiaoyou’s benevolence makes this old man ashamed.”
Murong Hai nodded and called out to the passing butler:
“Go wake Xiao’er to help.”
“Also, send someone to publicize it widely in Fu City... Hmm... Let Xiao’er go.”
“Yes.”
...
That day.
In the streets and alleys of Ziyang Prefecture Fu City, a person beat a gong and drum, attracting the attention of many.
“Qingyuan Sect Li Zhenchuan has come down the mountain to give alms! Refugees can go line up to receive porridge and rice! The location is at Murong!”
Murong Xiao’s voice was loud and clear, his face red and neck thick as he shouted with high spirits.
Well...
Actually, Li Mo had no intention of becoming famous.
It was mainly because Xiao Li wished the whole world knew that his Brother Li was a kind-hearted person.
The first half of the sentence was added by him.
In a small tavern nearby, discussions arose.
“A True Disciple of Qingyuan Sect?”
“I have some impression of that name; it seems to be the one who obtained a Mystic Weapon?”
“Could he have taken on a Sect mission to help disaster victims down the mountain?”
At the corner of the wall outside the small tavern.
Watching Murong Xiao’s retreating figure, a skinny, disheveled Little beggar slowly raised his head.
Unnoticed, beneath his straw-like hair, his eyes gleamed with ferocity.
“Qingyuan Sect... Li Zhenchuan.”
“Setting up a porridge stall to give alms, specifically for refugees and beggars to receive. Could my whereabouts have been leaked?”
A cold light flickered in Cui Peng’s eyes, and strands of killing intent surged.
It was reasonable for Qingyuan Sect to issue a mission to apprehend him.
But what was somewhat strange was that.
He had only disguised himself as a Little beggar after arriving in Ziyang Prefecture Fu City, so there was no reason for anyone to know.
Yet, the other party immediately started giving out alms and porridge.
It looked like it was aimed at him.
“Li Mo, a newly promoted True Disciple of Qingyuan Sect, who only recently joined the Sect.”
“A Qi Blood Realm cultivator dares to take on the mission to apprehend me, how bold! It seems he is relying on Murong’s help, treating me as a turtle in a jar.”
“Could it be that Qingyuan Sect wants to use me as a whetstone for their True Disciple?”
“Heh heh... They’re not afraid of breaking the blade.”
The ferocity in Cui Peng’s eyes grew stronger.
The short blade in his robe felt hot, and he couldn’t help but grasp the hilt.
He practiced Blood Blade, and with each additional death by his blade, his blade technique became a bit more formidable. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
Initially, he only practiced secretly.
Later, when his Senior Brothers in the Sect discovered him, he killed them to silence them.
Who knew the matter would be exposed, making him a rat crossing the street.
“Now I am at my wit’s end.”
“The ◆ Nоvеlіgһt ◆ (Only on Nоvеlіgһt) only way out is to join Rain Listening Pavilion.”
“If I can use the head of this Qingyuan Sect True Disciple as a token of allegiance, perhaps I can avoid the Wu Jian Trial...”
That’s right.
Cui Peng was preparing to join Rain Listening Pavilion and become an assassin.
Coincidentally, the martial arts he practiced were meant for killing.
The head of a Qingyuan Sect True Disciple and a Mystic Weapon longsword would be enough for him to enjoy high treatment after joining.
Of course, this matter had to be taken slowly.
Currently, he still hadn’t even figured out the other party’s background.
“He should only know that I disguised myself as a Little beggar, not my exact location.”
“I am in the dark, he is in the light.”
“Idiot, trying to lure me out, but making himself a target....”
“Heh heh heh... Let’s see who ends up walking into the trap.”
Cui Peng got up and walked towards a Little beggar in front.
He patted the Little beggar’s back, and the other immediately turned around.
“What’s the matter?”
The Little beggar turned his head, looking at him with some vigilance.
“You’re going to Murong to get porridge and rice, aren’t you?”
“Mm, if you want to go, go yourself. I don’t have time to help you carry it.”
The Little beggar shook his head repeatedly.
“I don’t want porridge or rice.”
Cui Peng suppressed the killing intent in his eyes, trying to appear kinder, and took out a string of copper coins.
Only then did the Little beggar’s eyes fixate, showing desire.
“When you go to get porridge, as long as you touch the corner of that Qingyuan Sect True Disciple’s robe with your hand, this string of coins is yours.”
“If you go back to Nijiao Alley in the East City and tell me what he looks like, I’ll give you another string of coins.”
The copper coins were smeared with his special spice.
Only specially trained rats could smell it.
“Okay!”
The Little beggar took the money and left joyfully.
...
At the entrance of Murong.
In front of the charity hall, which was set up with a bamboo shed, there was a long line, mostly consisting of people in ragged clothes and with sallow complexions, including refugees and poor commoners.
“Wow, such thick porridge!”
“Not only porridge but also a small bag of rice! Wait... there’s even half a salted fish!”
“Tsk tsk... I thought that Li Zhenchuan was just putting on a show to gain fame, but I didn’t expect him to be so practical.”
“Even if he really wants to gain fame, what does it matter? We’re getting real benefits anyway.”
“Don’t talk nonsense, he’s personally distributing the food there, and he’s telling all the beggars to line up at his place.”
...
The discussions were endless.
In the porridge stall.
Li Mo was as busy as a spinning top, personally distributing porridge and rice while also observing with his Tianming Divine Eye.
He also found it strange.
He only said he wanted to do good, and he didn’t announce his identity.
How did everyone know his identity?
It was foreseeable.
After today, he would probably become a well-known good person in Ziyang Prefecture Fu City.
“Who told them that the charity hall was opened by me?”
Li Mo handed out the food and looked back:
“Brother Murong, do you have any idea?”
“I... don’t... know...”
Murong Xiao’s voice was hoarse, and he couldn’t finish his sentence for a long time.
Li Mo shook his head and scooped up more porridge with a bowl.
At the same time, Tianming Divine Eye activated:
【Name: Lu Ning】
【Age: 21】
【Bone Root: None.】
【Realm: Mortal.】
【Destiny: Gray.】
【Evaluation: Ambitious but untalented.】
【Recent Encounter: Originally from a well-off family, he secretly left home to do business, lost everything, and was too ashamed to return home, so he ended up wandering the city as a Little beggar.】
Handing a small bag of rice to the Little beggar who deliberately covered his face.
Li Mo sighed softly, “Go home early. Bending your back to your family is better than bending your back for five pecks of rice.”
The person’s hand trembled as he took the rice bag, and he quietly thanked Li Mo.
“Have you seen a Little beggar with a chest injury, bright eyes, and a stutter?”
“Replying to Li Daxian, I have not.”
“Okay, you may go.”
Xiao Li was a little worried.
This morning, he had seen many beggars.
There were those who pretended to be poor to receive charity rice, and those who failed the imperial examination after going to the capital, which could be considered seeing all aspects of life.
But, the person he was looking for was still nowhere to be found.
Could it be that the Little beggar wasn’t mixing with the other beggars?
Or, was the information given by Ice Cube incorrect?
Just as he was thinking this.
“Li Daxian, thank you.” freёwebnovel.com
He looked down.
There was a thin Little beggar, about seven or eight years old, standing there timidly.
“Can you carry the rice?”
“Mm-hmm.”
When Li Mo handed him the rice bag, he noticed a small paw print on his clothes.
Looking at the Little beggar again, he pursed his lips and closed his eyes, seemingly ready to endure a beating.
“It’s alright, I’ll just wash it later.”
Li Mo smiled wryly.
“You... are truly a good person...”
“Have you seen a Little beggar who stutters, has very bright eyes, and a chest injury?”
Li Mo asked casually.
“Huh? You know Jieba?”
The Little beggar’s eyes widened.
“Jieba?”
Li Mo raised an eyebrow.
He was about to ask again.
But the Little beggar suddenly covered his mouth, as if he had made a mistake, and ran into the crowd in a panic.
But his information was detailed in Li Mo’s Tianming Divine Eye:
【Name: Meng Can】
【Age: 7】
【Bone Root: None.】
【Realm: Mortal.】
【Destiny: Black.】
【Evaluation: Body like wild grass, life thinner than paper; though he meets a noble person, he has no noble fate.】
【Recent Encounter: Jieba is sick. He came out to beg alone, encountered the notorious bandit Cui Peng, and unknowingly left a mark on Qingyuan Sect True Disciple Li Mo, and is about to be silenced.】
