Qinghua Town, Little Beggar

When he reappeared, Li Xinge was already strolling through the streets of Qinghua Town.

Qinghua Town was quite prosperous, with bustling crowds and heavy traffic on the brightly lit streets.

"Beat him! Beat him to death, you little beggar!"

A discordant shout reached Li Xinge's ears. He subconsciously frowned.

Following the direction of the sound, he saw that in a street corner alley, several children of about the same age had cornered a scrawny, raggedly dressed little beggar against the wall, beating him.

The little beggar could only curl himself into a ball, struggling to protect his vital areas.

After a round of beating, the leading boy put his hands on his hips and arrogantly ordered his followers, "A Liang, go get my stuff back."

"Yes, Young Master," his follower replied obsequiously.

He turned around, and when facing the little beggar, his expression became incredibly fierce.

He snarled, "You cur! Hand over our Young Master's things quickly, or I'll take your worthless life."

Tears welled up in the little beggar's eyes. He didn't speak, just shook his head repeatedly.

"Then don't blame me for being rough," the follower said.

He loosened his muscles, let out a sinister grin, and then kicked the little beggar.

The kick sent the little beggar sprawling to the ground.

Half-crouching, the follower grabbed the little beggar's hand and forcefully pried open his fingers one by one.

In his palm was half a steamed bun.

Because he had squeezed too hard, the bun was already deformed.

Disregarding the little beggar's desperate look, he took the bun and turned around.

He put on a fawning smile and said, "Young Master, your servant has retrieved it for you."

The boy glanced at the half, blackened steamed bun and looked extremely disgusted.

"You idiot! Do I, this Young Master, lack a single bun to eat?"

With that, he slapped the follower across the face, making the follower's eyes spin like a top before he finally stopped.

"You clueless fool, you deserve to be hit."

Clutching his red and swollen face, the follower dared not speak out of anger but still forced a smile, saying, "Well hit, Young Master, well hit."

The boy sneered and ignored the follower, turning his gaze back to the little beggar on the ground.

He said haughtily, "Little beggar, even if I, this Young Master, don't want something, it's not for a lowly peasant like you to enjoy."

Then, his eyes rolled. "However, if you can make me happy, I wouldn't mind showing great mercy and bestowing this bun upon you."

Looking at the bun in the boy's hand.

The starving little beggar couldn't help but swallow. He nodded.

The boy lifted his foot and brought his shoe in front of the little beggar, saying playfully, "Lick my shoe clean with your tongue, and this half bun is yours."

The followers nearby immediately chimed in, "Little beggar, hurry up! It's your past life's good fortune to be able to lick our Young Master's shoe."

"Exactly, exactly."

"Others wish they could lick it, don't they?"

"Hahahaha..."

The cruel laughter from the group made the little beggar's sallow face turn incredibly pale. She desperately shook her head.

Seeing the little beggar dare to disobey, the boy stomped his foot on her face, grinding it back and forth twice. He said sternly, "In Qinghua Town, no one dares to refuse me! If you don't lick it, I'll kill you!"

Fear filled the little beggar's already tattered heart.

At this moment, she finally despaired of this world full of malice. She turned her head aside, her heart as dead as ashes.

Being rejected by a lowly little beggar made the boy feel utterly humiliated in front of his followers.

He said in rage, "You ungrateful wretch! Then you can just die!"

With that, he grabbed a stick as thick as his fist and swung it with all his might towards the little beggar's head.

If this blow landed, the little beggar's head would be smashed to pieces.

The little beggar trembled and closed her eyes, quietly awaiting the arrival of death.

However, the expected pain did not come.

"Such a young age, yet you treat human lives as nothing."

A gentle voice sounded beside the little beggar's ear. She quickly opened her eyes.

She saw that the stick, which should have fallen on her head, was firmly caught in a large hand.

A figure, tall as a god in her heart, appeared and stood in front of her.

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The wicked young master exerted all his strength, but still couldn't pull the stick from those clean, fair hands.

"Who are you? How dare you interfere in my business, don't you know how many eyes King Ma has?"

Looking at this uninvited guest who suddenly appeared, the wicked young master bared his teeth and said.

This uninvited guest was none other than Li Xinge.

"Just an ordinary person."

Li Xinge said calmly.

"A lowly commoner dares to meddle in my affairs? Now, immediately, drop to your knees and kowtow to me three times, call me Grandpa, and I might consider leaving you a whole corpse!"

The wicked young master said with a ferocious expression.

He looked at Li Xinge, a trace of jealousy and hatred flashing in the depths of his eyes. This commoner actually possessed an inexplicable aura that made him feel inferior, something he could not tolerate. This commoner must die!

Seeing Li Xinge remain unmoved.

The wicked young master angrily commanded his lackeys: "What are you waiting for? Go up and beat him to death. Whatever happens, I'll take responsibility."

The lackeys exchanged glances, their fingers cracking as they grinned menacingly and approached Li Xinge.

"Kid, remember to keep your eyes open in your next life!"

Li Xinge chuckled lightly.

The Void Cutter sword was drawn from its sheath, and with a flash of light, several fine heads flew into the air.

Gushing blood splattered onto the wicked young master's face. The scene unfolding before him completely stunned the usually pampered young master.

Although he was arrogant and overbearing, when had he ever seen such a ruthless killer?

For a moment, his body lost control, and he wet himself.

His legs went weak, and he collapsed to the ground, his teeth chattering: "My father is Zhao Tiancheng! Don't kill me, if you kill me, you'll die too!"

Li Xinge scoffed and shook his head: "Kill you? I'm afraid it would dirty my sword."

Hearing this, the wicked young master couldn't help but feel relieved.

It seemed his father's name was quite effective.

Indeed, in the vast Qinghua Town, who didn't know his father's great name?

Thinking of the humiliation he suffered today, the wicked young master gritted his teeth in secret.

Once he was safe, he would definitely make his father personally deal with this commoner and tear him to shreds.

And also show others what happens when you offend Young Master Zhao!

He struggled to get up from the ground, intending to sneak away.

But Li Xinge stopped him: "Did I say you could leave?"

The wicked young master's body stiffened, and his weak legs began to tremble again.

Li Xinge turned his head and looked down at the little beggar on the ground.

Is this what gods look like?

Seeing Li Xinge's face clearly, the little beggar thought to herself.

"Do you want revenge?"

Li Xinge asked softly.

The little beggar nodded, then immediately shook her head.

"Pick it up and go kill him!"

Li Xinge's hand pointed to the stick, as thick as a fist, lying on the ground.

Kill someone? The little beggar's face turned pale, and she shook her head like a rattle drum.

Li Xinge looked at her quietly, a hint of disappointment seeming to flicker in his narrow eyes.

"Never mind."

He turned around and chose to leave.

Watching Li Xinge's receding figure, and thinking of his disappointed gaze, the little beggar felt a sharp pain in her heart.

She couldn't disappoint him!

"No!"

The little beggar roared and suddenly got up from the ground.

With strength she didn't know she had, she grabbed the stick from the ground.

Under the wicked young master's terrified gaze, she swung the stick again and again onto his head.

The wicked young master let out excruciating screams, which grew weaker and weaker until finally, there was silence.

Looking at the wicked young master, who was no longer recognizable, the little beggar seemed to have lost all her strength and collapsed onto the ground, panting heavily.

Li Xinge paused in his steps, a strange smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.