Tianfu's Greatest Philanthropist

A major event suddenly disturbed the peace of Tianfu City that day.

The beggars who had once huddled in dark corners, whose deaths would have drawn no notice, were actually receiving attention.

The Jun Residence!

The place that had been a constant topic of conversation lately had once again appeared before the public.

Outside the residence gates,

a series of porridge stalls had been set up,

drawing countless glances.

Looking at the beggars lined up in long queues to receive porridge,

everyone from Tianfu City who passed by, whether noble or commoner, man or woman, young or old, could not help but exclaim from the bottom of their hearts:

"Young Master Jun Jingyi truly is Tianfu's greatest philanthropist!"

Consider his discount event some time ago for the Qixi Festival, when he had sold at a loss to give back to the people.

And now look at this...

They were all merchants, yet look at the others: profiteers!

And then look at Young Master Jun!

"Ah... only today have I finally understood that the merchant's path can be worthy of such respect."

"Exactly. If you think about it, Young Master Jun hasn't actually made much money. Or rather, he's spent everything he earned on good deeds."

"I think he must have lost quite a lot!"

"Of course! Just think about it. That Dukang Liquor was so expensive, yet he sold it to us at a loss. Otherwise, I couldn't have afforded to drink it."

People discussed Jun Jingyi in restaurants and teahouses everywhere.

Countless talented young men sighed in admiration, filled with respect.

Countless talented young women were moved and smitten.

Countless nobles and dignitaries admired him...

Even at the Bai Residence, Bai Ruoli and Lian'er, who had just returned from treating the eighth prince, were moved.

One deed might have been a disguise, but these came one after another.

Even Bai Ruoli had the illusion for a moment that perhaps Jun Jingyi really wasn't such a bad person.

Meanwhile, at the Jun Residence.

From a window in a tall building, the scene at the main gate was visible at a glance.

Jun Jingyi turned to Sikong Ye and said mildly, "I'll leave it to you from now on."

Sikong Ye looked at Jun Jingyi with a serious, complicated gaze and nodded.

He didn't quite understand.

What was Jun Jingyi after?

Spending such an enormous sum just to recruit some beggars and establish some Beggar Sect?

"..."

After all, that money would have been enough to recruit martial arts experts of the jianghu.

He had asked about it.

But Jun Jingyi had only smiled without answering.

He certainly wasn't going to tell Sikong Ye his real objective. What if he scared off the only helper he had managed to find with such difficulty?

That was right, martial arts experts were indeed stronger than beggars.

But their backgrounds were also easy to investigate!

His enemy was the imperial court of this country, the entire Great Yan.

With the resources at their disposal, the only people whose backgrounds they probably couldn't investigate were this motley crowd of beggars, whom they wouldn't even bother to glance at.

No one knew where they came from or where they were going, except themselves!

And...

No matter how formidable a martial arts expert was, he was still only one person.

But these beggars were everywhere under heaven. They would be the perfect source of intelligence.

"All right, don't worry. As long as there's enough money, I'll have results for you soon."

Sikong Ye nodded and walked out.

Seeing this, Jun Jingyi sighed softly.

He felt somewhat uneasy.

Before, he had always had an expert like Sikong Ye following him, and he had felt at ease wherever he went.

But now, he probably wouldn't see the man for quite a long time...

Still, he couldn't stop moving forward.

No one knew better than him just how outrageous the protagonist's fortuitous encounters could be.

Or just how quickly the protagonist could grow stronger.

But as for exactly what he should do next...

Strolling down the street, Jun Jingyi felt a little lost.

But just then,

he froze at the sight of a figure who had suddenly appeared before him.

He turned to the guard following him and asked, "What did today's almanac say? That I shouldn't go out, was it?"

The guard: "..."

Jun Jingyi was speechless, his expression complicated as he watched the scene before him.

It was a scene common in Great Yan: a debauched young villain abducting a girl in broad daylight.

But this leading man... was surnamed Li!

That was right. He was the very fellow Jun Jingyi had taught a lesson not long ago.

At that moment, he was leading his guards in leisurely pursuit of a girl in green, a ferocious grin on his face.

Her age... about fifteen... she couldn't be any younger!

The girl's face was filled with terror.

Young Master Li was brimming with excitement. Beside him, numerous Li Family guards were dragging two corpses as if they were dead dogs.

A man and a woman, aged... thirty?

They should be her parents!

They couldn't be any younger...

Wherever he went, the surrounding crowd scattered. No matter how the girl cried out, it was as if no one could see them.

As though the Li Family members were a pack of dead ghosts.

At least, that was how it looked to Jun Jingyi!

If Jun Jingyi hadn't seen a peddler instantly turn his back, he might have been scared half to death.

Jun Jingyi: "..."

Did this count as fate?

Why did he run into this fellow doing evil every time he went out?

He rubbed his brow.

With the eighth prince involved, he really didn't want to meddle in this matter anymore, but now he had run into it again.

He couldn't just do nothing, or wouldn't the persona he had established through his stories be ruined?

With that thought, Jun Jingyi gave a light wave.

The Jun Family guards behind him pounced forward one after another like fierce tigers descending a mountain.