Beggar Cultivation System-Chapter 307 : Smelling Trouble

"Argh… f*ck…" Kuo cursed as he opened his eyes. Memories immediately assaulted his mind, prompting him to sit up. He looked around angrily but found himself alone.

The stage he was on bore scorch marks, puddles, and signs of destruction.

Kuo-Pal glanced down at his body and saw that he was completely healed. "Damn it," he muttered, his voice thick with anger and frustration as he recalled the humiliation he had faced.

Never in his wildest thoughts had he imagined that someone would dare hurt and disrespect him, especially knowing he hailed from the Middle Continent.

Shouldn't they show him respect? Stand in awe, grateful for the honor of being in the presence of someone like him? That's what people always did whenever he traveled to other continents!

This was a humiliation! Not just to him, but to his Sect and the Middle Continent itself!

As Kuo replayed the scenes of his fight with the beggar-looking kid, his frustration and anger climbed to new heights. "If I'd been able to use my full strength, I would have killed him!" he muttered bitterly.

As the events played over in his mind, he began to realize that the beggar kid was an experienced fighter. If he truly is a hidden dragon, an expert... then I'll never be able to defeat him. Kuo knew his own weaknesses well—he lacked experience. It was one of the reasons he had lost battles since he started cultivating. His Master had always warned him to only fight opponents he was confident he could defeat.

Kuo had struck someone he never should have, but the humiliation burned too deeply. Revenge was now etched into his heart. If even the Emperor wouldn't dare disrespect him, why should he allow these lowlifes to humiliate him? His eyes gleamed with dark resolve.

"I'll let my Master deal with you," Kuo growled as killing intent erupted from him. His body became a blur, leaving only the remnants of their battle behind.

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The sound of flapping wings echoed as Bluetooth landed on the rooftop of Filly Restaurant, its body covered in a water film that rendered the bird—and its passengers—invisible.

Apollo jumped off his mount, deactivating the invisibility technique.

The water-attributed falcon then shrank into the form of a small bird before flying down to the beggar spot below.

A thudding sound echoed as Apollo glanced over, spotting his disciple collapsed on the floor, vomiting whatever was left in his stomach.

"This kid," Apollo sighed heavily. Shaking his head, he approached Don and raised a hand. Refined Qi flowed out, enveloping the boy and easing his discomfort.

Within seconds, Don's pale face regained its color, and the dizziness faded. Soon, he was back to his peak condition, as if he had just taken a long, refreshing rest.

"This…" Don stood up, clearly embarrassed. "Thank you, Master… and sorry."

"You'll get used to it," Apollo replied. He couldn't force his disciple to stop puking during air travel; this was something Don needed to overcome on his own.

Don had to adapt quickly if he wanted to survive in the world of cultivation. He couldn't stand idly by when danger arose, could he?

"I will," Don nodded, his expression serious.

Apollo waved a hand dismissively. "Go beg and cultivate in front of the beggar spot."

"Beggar spot?" Don repeated in confusion.

"Our secret little space beside this restaurant—it's called the Beggar Spot," Apollo explained, lightly tapping the rooftop with his foot. "In the future, more beggar spots will appear throughout this city."

"Really? C-cool," Don said, though his enthusiasm sounded a bit forced. "I'll go, Master."

"Go," Apollo said with a nod.

As his disciple jumped off the building, Apollo walked to the edge, covering himself with the Invisible Technique he had derived from the Hydra Mirage. He looked down at the street and noticed a crowd gathered at the entrance of the Filly Restaurant. Typically, people would line up to enter, but this time, no one attempted to open the door. They simply stood there, watching whatever was happening inside.

Apollo raised an eyebrow, finding the scene puzzling. Perking up his ears, he tuned in to the murmurs of the onlookers.

"Wow… so many people are here. What's going on?"

"Well, I heard that an important figure has arrived in the city, and that person is inside right now."

"Really? Is it the Emperor? The Headmasters, the Family Heads, and even the Mayor are here to accompany him!"

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"Emperor? Don't you even know the face of your own Emperor? That old man is definitely not him!"

It didn't take long for Apollo to piece together what was happening.

So that old man is inside the Filly Restaurant? That's good for her business, Apollo thought, a small smile appearing on his face.

If this old man from the main branch of the Great Serpent Cultivation School could draw such a crowd—even though no one seemed to know his true identity—it would undoubtedly benefit the restaurant, especially if the man enjoyed the food. Apollo had no doubt that he would.

Still smiling, Apollo turned and walked to the other side of the roof before jumping down to his Beggar Spot.

His body slowed as he approached the ground, and when his feet landed, he glanced around but couldn't find what he was looking for.

A frown formed on the beggar's face. "Where's Bubba?" Apollo asked, turning his attention to his mount, who was cultivating in the corner.

Bluetooth opened his eyes briefly before responding with a chirp.

"You don't know?" Apollo muttered, dissatisfaction clear in his tone. He then approached his disciple, who was already cultivating while begging. With a light kick to Don's back, he "woke" him. "Did you notice the monkey?"

"No, Master," Don answered. "He wasn't here when I landed."

"I see." Apollo's frown deepened.

Peeking around the corner, he saw that the crowd was still lingering in the street. He probably snuck out again… that dmn monkey! I'll make sure to punish him when he gets back!* A cold aura radiated from Apollo, causing Don to shiver involuntarily.

The beggar returned to his makeshift shelter and sat down, deciding to cultivate the Great Serpent Ascendant Technique while waiting for Bubba's return.

As the world turned black and the void began consuming him along with the firefly-like Qi, Apollo suddenly felt a bad premonition rising in his heart.

He tried to gather the Qi and follow the path of the Great Serpent Ascendant Transformation Technique but couldn't bring himself to focus. The sense of unease gnawed at him, disrupting his concentration.

Left with no other choice, Apollo opened his eyes. He sniffed the air a few times, letting his senses spread to discern what was happening inside the restaurant. However, he found himself blocked by a mysterious force, preventing him from gaining any insight.

"I smell trouble," Apollo muttered, annoyance creeping into his voice.