Beggar Cultivation System-Chapter 311 : Hop on

"So, tell me, did you find him?" Apollo asked, his cold gaze fixed on Bluetooth lying on the ground.

The Water-Attributed Falcon's entire body had turned red, with smoke rising from him. The once blue feathers now resembled blood—an effect caused by eating two Chilies of Intelligence at the same time.

Bluetooth slowly looked up at the small human, his eyes pleading for mercy, silently begging the boy to end his suffering.

Seeing this, Apollo sighed. With a wave of his hand, water surrounded the bird, cooling its body until Bluetooth's temperature returned to normal.

The falcon's chest heaved as he panted heavily, his tongue hanging out as though he were breathing oxygen for the first time. Suddenly, another sensation coursed through his body, and the residual heat from the chilies dissipated. At the same time, strength surged back into him, restoring him to peak condition.

"You can stand up now and tell me," Apollo ordered.

Bluetooth blinked a few times before rising to his feet. Glancing at his owner, a shiver ran down his spine. He recalled his suffering—the same punishment the monkey had endured—and felt a pang of fear. Finally, he took a deep breath and answered.

"I… I couldn't find him," Bluetooth said in his high-pitched voice.

"Not even a single sign?" Apollo raised an eyebrow.

Bluetooth shook his head.

"I see…" Apollo nodded, placing a hand under his chin. Where the hell did that monkey run off to? It seemed like he would have to search personally. Glancing at the falcon, who didn't dare meet his eyes, a grin crossed Apollo's face. "So, have you learned your lesson?"

Bluetooth nodded quickly.

"Do you still want me to die a horrible death?" Apollo asked.

Bluetooth shook his head fervently. "No! I'm sorry!"

"Good," Apollo said with a smile. "Remember, I'm the one in charge, and you shouldn't anger me. I'm a petty person."

"I won't do it again, Ma—uh…" Bluetooth hesitated, tilting his head. "I don't know your name."

The punishment earlier had made him realize he'd been messing with the wrong person. In fact, he'd been cursing Apollo behind his back—and even to his face—because he'd thought the small human couldn't understand him.

But how had Apollo understood his chirping? Bluetooth's bird brain couldn't wrap itself around the mystery, even though the Communication Technique had been learned right in front of him.

"I go by many names," Apollo said, looking solemnly at the orange sky. "Some call me Yoma, some call me Can Deez, some call me the Mighty One, and others call me an Expert…"

Bluetooth fought the urge to roll his eyes at the ridiculousness of this small human. But he knew better than to provoke the beggar further. "Can I call you Yoma?"

"Some call me Obi-Wan K—sure," Apollo said, nodding after cutting himself off mid-boast.

"I circled the whole city—every corner and alley—but I still couldn't find him," Bluetooth said, hoping to redeem himself.

"Is that so? You've done a good job. I'll take care of this," Apollo replied. Then he narrowed his eyes at the falcon. "Oh, and your cultivation isn't making much progress. By the end of the week, I want you to reach the 1st-Step Foundation Building Stage. Got it? Or do you want to experience another one of those?"

The image of the Chilies of Intelligence flashed in Bluetooth's mind, and he shivered in fear. He nodded vigorously. "I'll make sure I reach that stage!"

"Good," Apollo said with a satisfied smile. Having consumed two Chilies of Intelligence, Bluetooth should progress faster than before. Apollo didn't know whether the falcon was simply lazy or limited by his Cultivation Talent, but with two chilies in his system, there was no excuse for slow cultivation anymore.

Apollo suspected that the reason Bubba could reach the 1st-Step of the Foundation Building Stage so easily was because he had consumed multiple Chilies of Intelligence. There was no other explanation Apollo could think of.

Leaving his beggar spot, Apollo decided to check on the progress of his disciple.

Don sat cross-legged, his hands raised in a begging posture above his forehead. A few bronze coins rested on his palms as Unrefined Qi continuously entered his body, following a specific path.

Nodding in approval, Apollo turned to search for his companion. However, after taking just a few steps, he noticed someone running toward him in the distance.

"Filly?" Apollo raised an eyebrow as the restaurant owner stopped in front of him, panting heavily.

Filly placed her hands on her knees, taking several deep breaths.

"What's wrong?" Apollo asked.

"Thank the heavens you're here," Filly said, wiping sweat from her forehead. "I have something to tell you."

"What is it?"

"That monkey—it's yours, right?" Filly asked.

"It's mine. You saw him?" Apollo frowned, the bad feeling in his heart intensifying as he watched Filly's worried expression.

"Not only did I see him, but he also ate at my restaurant," Filly said.

"I guess something bad must have happened."

"Yes, he got taken away," Filly said, her voice tinged with worry. "I don't know if you're aware, but someone from the Middle Continent arrived in the city. He's called Master Li, and he has your monkey."

"This is trouble," Apollo muttered in frustration. "That d*mn monkey. I told him not to wander around."

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"I'm sorry," Filly said, lowering her head. "It's my fault. I saw him peeking in, so I invited him over. But don't worry, I've already told my father about it. Hopefully, he'll be able to persuade Master Li."

"No, he won't be able to," Apollo said firmly. Based on what was happening and the logic of people with Young Master Syndrome, he was certain Master Li would never return the monkey.

That Kuo kid came with him. Apollo was sure this so-called Master Li suffered from the same syndrome as Kuo—something very annoying and something Apollo despised.

"Then we have to go there," Filly said anxiously. "They're still inside the Great Serpent School. We still have time before they leave!"

Apollo whistled, and Bluetooth flew over from the beggar spot, landing in front of them. The small bird quickly revealed its true form, transforming into the Water-Attributed Falcon.

"Hop on," Apollo said, jumping onto Bluetooth's back.

Filly, startled to see a Water-Attributed Falcon outside the school, didn't have time to question it. Without hesitation, she climbed onto the falcon's back.

With a powerful flap of its wings, Bluetooth soared into the sky.