Beggar Cultivation System-Chapter 225: Taken Away

A few days later, Apollo’s body was covered in lightning as he moved around the training ground while also using his Simple Movement Technique. His body became a blur, and crackling sounds echoed with every step.

Sir Guo clenched his fist, his eyes alight with amazement and excitement. In just a few days, his disciple had mastered full control over his Lightning Attribute—and, in fact, had surpassed him in terms of proficiency.

If his Lightning Attribute’s power equals mine, he could match my strength, Sir Guo thought. Yoma is truly a rare talent, one who would easily outshine even the most gifted students at the martial school he came from.

The training ground was cleared of students, leaving only the man in the bamboo hat and Yoma.

After a moment, a burst of lightning materialized in front of Sir Guo, and the beggar emerged.

"What do you think? I’m really talented, right?" Apollo asked with a smug expression.

"Average," Sir Guo replied with a smirk.

"Average?" The beggar scoffed. "I think you’re just afraid to admit it."

"Trust me, I’ve seen people more talented than you," Sir Guo remained firm. "Anyway, I’ll be gone for a few days. I have something to take care of."

"Maybe you don’t have anything more to teach me," Apollo said, eyeing the bamboo-hatted man suspiciously.

"Ha! You think that’s all there is to learn about the Lightning Attribute? You still have a lot to learn," Sir Guo replied.

"Alright, then I’ll head out if we’re done for today," Apollo waved his hand. Although he didn’t particularly like Sir Guo, he admitted the guy was a skilled instructor. Apollo had learned a lot, especially about Attributes, which he could also apply to his Water Attribute.

"Hey," Sir Guo called before the beggar could take a step.

"What?" Apollo tilted his head.

"Why did you become a Wanderer?" Sir Guo asked, his face serious.

"Wanderer…" Apollo frowned. A Wanderer—moving from place to place, learning the ways of the world, blending in with common people. That was how most cultivators operated back in the day, according to a book he’d read in the Great Serpent Library. It was after the war between the Ancestor Cultivators and the common people.

Nowadays, most cultivators had chosen a faction: the Martial Schools, often called Sects, the Empire, or other unknown factions. Only a few remained Wanderers, but it was risky; without connections, Wanderers often attracted trouble.

"Why are you asking?" Apollo replied.

"I’m a Wanderer myself," Sir Guo said. "I don’t have anyone to rely on but myself since I left… that place. But after years of wandering, I decided to guard this training ground." He didn’t go into details, as it would take days to explain. "My reason for wandering? To find my disciple. So, what about you? What’s your reason?"

Basically none. You guys just assumed I’m a Wanderer, Apollo thought, though he wasn’t about to reveal his true identity.

"I just like it," Apollo said. "No particular reason—just for my own pleasure."

Sir Guo was silent for a moment before he sighed. "If you’re not willing to tell me, so be it. You can go now."

"Alright, see you never!" Apollo began walking toward the entrance. He still didn’t have enough strength to teach the man in the bamboo hat a lesson, which was frustrating.

As he watched the beggar’s back, Sir Guo couldn’t help but feel eager for what the future would bring.

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Apollo’s daily routine was straightforward: once he finished his attribute training, he would return to his beggar spot to cultivate his Great Serpent Ascendant Transformation Technique, where he was making slow progress. Afterward, he’d beg for Alm Points. When night fell, he would cultivate his Revised Revised Simple Breathing Technique and in two or three more days, he would likely reach the next Step.

With this in mind, he couldn’t resist summoning the status screen.

STATUS SCREEN

"Name: Apollo Leone.

Race: Human.

Alm Points: 50

Spirit Cultivation: None.

Physique Cultivation: 1st-Step Qi Condensation Stage.

Attributes: Lightning, Water."

His Alm Points had reached fifty, bringing him closer to purchasing the item he wanted: Passerby Shadow. It would make him unnoticeable in his beggar spot unless someone specifically looked for him, and he’d even be able to choose who could see him. Although it wouldn’t fully hide him from those using techniques to find him, it was convenient and cheap.

He had been saving his Alm Points for it, though it was easier said than done. There was always something tempting to buy, or a necessity he couldn’t avoid.

As he thought about his Alms, Apollo grew curious about the people who gave him money. It always seemed to happen when his eyes were closed, and even when he was awake, it usually felt like an accident.

It was strange, but Apollo didn’t mind as long as he benefited from it.

As he walked back, the sun was near the horizon, seemingly eager to kiss it goodbye.

Suddenly, the sound of galloping hooves and rolling wheels filled the air. A carriage stopped in front of him, and he instinctively took a few steps back.

Apollo frowned, inspecting the silver carriage. It bore an insignia painted in gold—an eagle with three pointed horns that he was certain belonged to a monster he couldn’t quite recognize.

He glanced at the driver, who stared back coldly. That look alone told him they were far from friendly. Discover exclusive tales at novelbuddy

The carriage door opened, and a woman stepped out, dressed in luxurious attire. She wore a white dress with intricate trimmings that reached her ankles and held a closed fan in her hand.

She had blonde hair and blue eyes, her round face heavily coated in makeup, making it appear even rounder.

The beauty and beast in one person, Apollo thought, as the woman glared at him with fury.

"Is this the kid you were talking about?" she asked someone.

Apollo raised an eyebrow, waiting as a familiar voice echoed from inside the carriage.

"Yes, Mother, he’s the one who did this to me." Turning to the sound, Apollo saw a man wrapped in bandages, his deep blue eyes staring daggers at him. Apollo instantly recognized him and couldn’t help but smile.

"I see, so you’re the one who burned my son’s face!" the woman said coldly.

"Is that Mahika?!" Apollo feigned surprise, though he wasn’t truly shocked. "He looks more handsome now that we can’t see his face."

"F*ck you!" Mahika shouted from inside the carriage. He wanted to storm out and beat the kid, but he couldn’t face the shame if people saw him. Besides, he knew he couldn’t defeat the kid.

"How dare you say that!" Yer pointed an accusing finger at the beggar, her voice brimming with anger. "You’re coming with me to face your punishment! We won’t kill you, but you’ll wish we had!"

"Hey! Don’t point at me!" Apollo narrowed his eyes at her. "You should be thanking me! If I hadn’t held back, I would have killed him!"

"Kill? The nephew of the great Aaron Callum?!" Yer sneered. "You’ve just given us even more reason to punish you with that words."

Perfect, Apollo thought. They had finally tracked him down and wanted to take him with them—his plan was officially in motion. But before that, he figured he’d have some fun. He noticed several cultivators beginning to surround him.

Spreading his senses, he noted that the strongest among them was only at the 4th-Step Foundation Building Stage.

"You’ll come with us, whether you like it or not," Yer declared. Just looking at her son wrapped in bandages made her anger toward his assailant skyrocket; she couldn’t wait to exact her revenge.

She hadn’t expected her brother to help after initially declining her request. Although she didn’t know why he’d changed his mind, she was grateful for the chance to settle the score for her son—Mahika, who was waiting just as eagerly for it.

"You’ll get your revenge soon, son. Don’t worry," Yer said, glancing at Mahika in the carriage with a warm look.

"Thank you, Mom," Mahika replied, his eyes glued to the beggar, glaring as if he could devour him with a stare.

"Take him! We’ll bring him to my brother!" Yer ordered, and the Callum cultivators responded with a shout.

"Yes, Madam!"

As they closed in, Apollo glanced at the growing crowd that had taken notice of the commotion.

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Taking a deep breath, he shouted, "Help! Someone help! These people are trying to kidnap me so Mahika can get back at me!" Apollo’s small, innocent voice echoed down the street, drawing even more attention. The men surrounding him paused, unsure.

Meanwhile, Mahika’s entire body tensed as he remembered the incident in the Great Serpent Library’s first-floor hall.

"Shut him up! Let’s hurry up!" Mahika yelled, panicked. He couldn’t allow the kid to frame him a second time.

As Apollo was dragged toward a separate carriage, he seized another opportunity to shout, "Help! Mahika Callum is a pervert! He has a thing for kids lik—" But his words were cut off as a hand clamped over his mouth.

Still, he was satisfied to see passersby whispering and casting curious glances in Mahika’s direction, the gossip already starting to spread.