Beggar Cultivation System-Chapter 226: Inside Callum Mansion

"I wonder what they’re talking about," Apollo said casually to the young man whose head was wrapped in bandages.

"Damn you! If I find out that you’ve tainted my name, I’ll make sure that even after your death, I’ll trample on your corpse!" Mahika growled, glaring at the kid behind him.

They were walking toward the entrance of the Callum Mansion, escorted by cultivators wearing robes emblazoned with the family insignia, as they followed Yer and her son.

"Let him talk; this is the last day he’ll ever speak again," Miss Yer said, casting a cold glance at the beggar.

"Are you guys going to kill me?" Apollo asked, raising an eyebrow, though not a hint of fear showed in his eyes.

"What do you think?" Mahika smirked, his killing intent radiating off him. "The Family Head ordered us to find you after he heard what you did to me! You’re really done for!"

Mahika didn’t mention that they’d practically begged his uncle, Aaron Callum, the Family Head, for help. Though initially rejected, Aaron had agreed to get involved a few days later.

The Callum Family Head was known for his ruthlessness. If someone displeased or offended him, their head would soon be rolling. Even Yer dared not act too arrogantly in her brother-in-law’s presence. The memory of it was enough to make her afraid to speak loudly in front of Aaron.

"Oh, really?" Apollo asked, his casual tone showing complete disregard for Mahika’s threat. But deep inside, he was a bit nervous. This would be the first time he’d make a big move, and against a prominent family, no less. If word got out, his identity would undoubtedly be exposed.

Actually, he had planned to take things slowly, one step at a time, until the head of the Callum family finally noticed him. But now, he was about to meet the Family Head after only encountering two of their members. Apparently, they didn’t know that the beggar before them was responsible for killing one of their valuable assets—the former North Guard Captain.

Now that he was here, Apollo decided he’d use this opportunity to investigate the mayor through the Callum Family Head. From what he understood, rumors about the mayor’s darker side circulated only among the upper echelons, nobles, and officials. They had done a good job of keeping those rumors under wraps. Apollo only knew that Klown had a plan and was the hidden villain in the city. To learn more, he’d need to approach these powerful figures.

Mahika couldn’t help but scoff, annoyed that the kid remained unfazed. He felt his mother tugging at his arm, signaling him to calm down with a cold look.

Taking a deep breath, he nodded at Yer.

Soon, they entered the massive mansion, passing through several hallways. After taking multiple left and right turns, they finally arrived at a grand door inscribed with an image of a monstrous eagle.

"I think you should put a carriage here," Apollo commented, yawning as he spoke.

"You’re poor, so you don’t understand the significance of longer walks just to get to a room!" Mahika said mockingly.

"I understand just fine, but you don’t seem to get that cleanliness is important. Why not use your bandages to clean the floor we just walked across?" Apollo raised an eyebrow at the bandaged man. "Come on, don’t be shy—show your handsome face to the world!"

"You! I’ll kill you!" Mahika tried to lunge at the kid but was held back by the robed men.

"Calm down, son. What do you think my brother would do if he found out you tried to beat the kid before he could?" Yer said, though not without glaring at the beggar first. She was referring to the night her son had barely escaped death.

Hearing this, Mahika could only shove the cultivators away angrily.

"Hehe, that’s a good boy who knows how to listen to his owner," Apollo chuckled.

Mahika gritted his teeth, veins threatening to burst from his fury.

Yer stepped forward and knocked on the door a few times. Your next chapter is on novelbuddy

Then they waited.

And waited.

"Don’t tell me he’s still... busy masturbating?" Apollo muttered, not bothering to lower his voice for the others.

A few stifled laughs came from the robed men.

"Who was that?!" Yer whipped around, glaring at the family cultivators, but none of them dared to admit it. She then fixed a murderous gaze on the kid. "Shut up!"

"All right, I will!" Apollo mimed zipping his lips with his fingers.

A few moments later, a deep voice echoed from the other side of the door.

"Come in."

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"Let’s go." One of the robed men pushed the door open, and the group entered.

Apollo looked around, nodding in mild appreciation. The place was extravagant, decorated in gold and silver. A suit of golden armor stood in one corner, with a two-meter-tall gold sword beside it. The curtains were made of expensive material, and the bookshelves at the far end held books bound in golden covers.

The beggar was impressed by the display, though not to the point where he will throw his hands into the air and offer his *ss. His gaze landed on the man seated on a gold-and-silver chair behind a desk.

He must be the Callum Family Head, Apollo thought.

"We’re here, brother," Miss Yer said, her voice not loud but enough to reach the man behind the table.

But the Family Head continued reading the document in his hands. Apollo couldn’t help but frown. They were standing right in front of him, yet he chose to keep them waiting? The beggar felt a surge of irritation.

"Hey, if you’re just going to keep reading those pointless papers, I’m heading back. My time is limited, you know!" Apollo shouted, his voice echoing through the room.

Everyone turned to him in shock.

Mahika wore the same stunned expression before a satisfied smile crossed his face. You’re clearly asking for death. He straightened proudly, recalling the wound that had nearly killed him on his uncle’s orders. If his mother hadn’t stayed up all night pleading for his recovery, he’d be six feet under by now. Thinking about it, why they didn’t also heal his face?

Aaron Callum slowly raised his head, his burning eyes fixed on the kid. "How dare you interrupt my reading!"

"You’re the one who interrupted me when I was about to go home!" Apollo shouted back. He wasn’t afraid of the man before him, especially after discovering that the Callum Family Head was just a normal person! When he spread his senses, he sensed that the strongest person hiding in the shadows with cheap tricks was only at the 2nd-Step Qi Condensation Stage.

Apollo’s confidence was through the roof. He had already defeated someone at the 2nd-Step Qi Condensation stage and even taken down a clone of the Great Serpent, which was definitely stronger.

Facing these people? The beggar’s nervousness vanished, replaced by a relaxed smile.

A loud bang echoed as Aaron Callum slammed his hands on the table. He stood and pointed a finger at the kid.

"I’m not someone you can easily mess with! I’ll give you a choice—kill yourself, or I’ll kill you!" Aaron shouted, his face red with fury. No one had ever dared to speak to him like that. Even other family heads, despite their pretenses, spoke to him with respect and never outright insulted him.

When Mahika and his mother heard this, they let out small smiles before quickly hiding them. Deep down, they couldn’t contain their excitement.

"Uncle, let me do it!" Mahika raised his hand eagerly. But his mother tried to stop him, though she was already too late.

"Shut your mouth!" Aaron snapped at his nephew before focusing back on Apollo. "I’ll give you three seconds!"

The Callum Family Head didn’t care anymore, even if the kid in front of him was a Personal Disciple of the Great Serpent Cultivation School. From what he understood, a Personal Disciple wasn’t technically part of the Martial School, so he wasn’t breaking any treaty by acting. He felt no hesitation about killing the kid.

His daughter, Lily, had sent a letter a day earlier instructing him to bring the personal disciple to the mansion once located. Aaron couldn’t understand why the kid had let himself be taken so easily—he had expected more resistance, at which point he’d send in his strongest fighter. Furthermore, he wanted to confirm the truth of his daughter’s letter; he found it hard to believe that a kid could be a personal disciple.

But watching this so-called Personal Disciple act rudely in front of him, his fiery, easily-irritated nature couldn’t let it slide.

"Hmm, should I kill myself?" Apollo muttered, placing a hand on his chin as if in thought, though he decided in an instant. "No f*cking way, dude."

"Then you leave me no choice." Aaron waved his hand, and a figure clad in a robe with the family insignia stepped from the shadows, releasing an intense pressure. "Whether you’re the Personal Disciple or not, you’ll die here and now."