The next day.
Li Mo woke up early in the morning and saw that the Murong Mansion was bustling with activity. Servants and young boys were coming and going.
As he walked towards the entrance, he saw Old Master Murong personally directing everyone’s work.
“Little Friend Li, you’re awake.”
Murong Hai turned around; his face showed no signs of having been drunk the previous day:
“I have already arranged for grain from Tongheng Trading Company. We can set up the charity today.”
“You’ve gone through great trouble.”
Li Mo took out a silver note that he had prepared earlier.
“Since we are following the family’s teachings to do good deeds, we cannot be generous at others’ expense. I hope you won’t refuse this.”
“It’s already very grateful to be able to use the Murong family’s reputation and manpower.”
Such matters should be handled by himself.
He didn’t lack money.
“Young Friend, your kind heart makes me feel ashamed.”
Murong Hai nodded and called out to a passing steward:
“Go wake up Xiao and ask him to help.”
“Also, send someone to announce it throughout the city. Yes… let Xiao handle it.”
“Yes.”
…
On that day.
In the streets of Ziyang Mansion, a person was beating a drum and shouting, attracting many people’s attention.
“Qingyuan Sect’s Li Zhenchuang has come down the mountain to distribute alms! All refugees can line up to receive porridge and rice! The location is at the Murong Mansion!”
Murong Xiao’s voice was loud, his face flushed and neck red as he shouted with great enthusiasm.
Well…
Actually, Li Mo did not intend to gain fame.
It was mainly because Murong Xiao was eager for the whole world to know that his brother, Li Mo, was a kind-hearted person.
The first half was his own doing.
In a nearby tavern, discussions arose.
“A disciple of the Qingyuan Sect?”
“I have some impression of this name. It seems like he obtained a mystic weapon?”
“Could he have taken on a sect mission to relieve disaster-stricken people?”
At the corner of the tavern door.
Watching Murong Xiao’s distant figure, a thin, disheveled beggar slowly lifted his head.
No one noticed, but under his straw-like hair, those eyes were filled with malice.
“Qingyuan Sect… Li Zhenchuang.”
“Setting up a porridge tent for distribution, specifically for refugees and beggars… Could my whereabouts have been exposed?”
Cui Peng’s eyes flickered with cold light, waves of murderous intent surging.
It was reasonable for the Qingyuan Sect to issue a task to apprehend him.
But there was something strange about it.
He had disguised himself as a beggar only after entering Ziyang Mansion, so there was no way anyone would know.
Yet, they started distributing porridge right away.
Everything pointed to him.
“Li Mo, a True Disciple of the Qingyuan Sect, recently joined the sect.”
“A Qi bl**d Realm cultivator, daring to take on the task of apprehending me… What audacity! It seems they view me as a fish in a barrel, relying on the Murong family’s help.”
“Could it be that the Qingyuan Sect wants to use me as a grindstone for their True Disciple?”
“Haha… not afraid of breaking the kn*fe.”
Cui Peng’s eyes grew even more fierce.
The short kn*fe in his robe was hot; he couldn’t help but grip the hilt.
His martial art was the bl**d kn*fe Technique, and each soul lost to his blade made it sharper.
At first, he practiced secretly.
Later, when his fellow disciples found out, they killed him to silence him.
Who knew the situation would backfire, making him a pariah.
“Now I am at the end of my rope.”
“The only way out is to join the Misty Rain Tower.”
“If I could use the head of a Qingyuan Sect True Disciple as an entry pass, perhaps I could avoid the endless trials…”
That’s right.
Cui Peng planned to join the Misty Rain Tower and become an assassin.
Coincidentally, his martial arts were honed for killing.
A head from the Qingyuan Sect True Disciple and a mystic longsword would be enough to enjoy high treatment after joining.
Of course, this would take time.
Now he still couldn’t grasp the other party’s bottom line.
“He probably only knows that I disguised myself as a beggar, and doesn’t know my exact location.”
“I am in the dark, he is in the light.”
“Fool, wanting to lure me out, yet making yourself the target…”
“Hahaha… let’s see who ends up caught in the net.”
Cui Peng stood up and walked toward a small beggar ahead.
He patted the small beggar’s back, and the latter immediately turned around.
“What is it?”
The small beggar turned back, looking at him with some wariness.
“Are you going to the Murong Mansion to collect porridge and rice?”
“Yeah, if you want to go, just go yourself. I don’t have time to bring it for you.”
The small beggar shook his head repeatedly.
“I don’t want porridge.”
Cui Peng suppressed the killing intent in his eyes, trying to appear kinder, and took out a string of copper coins.
The small beggar’s gaze became fixed, showing a desire.
“When you collect the porridge, just touch the corner of the True Disciple’s clothes with your hand. This string of coins will be yours.”
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“Like if you return to Dongcheng Nijiao Alley and tell me what he looks like, I’ll give you another string of coins.”
The copper coin was smeared with a special fragrance.
Only specially trained rats could smell it.
“Good!”
The small beggar took the money and happily left.
…
At the entrance of the Murong Mansion.
In front of the charity tent made of bamboo sheds, a long queue formed, mostly composed of raggedly dressed individuals with pale faces. Some were refugees, others poor commoners.
“Oh, such thick porridge!”
“Not only porridge, but also a small bag of rice! Wait… there’s even half a salted fish!”
“Tsk tsk… I thought Li Zhenchuang was just pretending to gain fame, but he’s actually quite genuine.”
“Even if he truly wants to gain fame, we ultimately benefit from it.”
“Don’t say nonsense, he personally distributes the grains, and even lets all beggars line up at his place.”
…
Discussion sounds never ceased.
Inside the porridge tent.
Li Mo was busy like a spinning top, handing out porridge and rice while observing with Heavenly Fate Divine Eyes.
He was puzzled.
He only said he wanted to do good deeds and didn’t reveal his identity.
Why did everyone seem to know who he was?
It was foreseeable.
After the Heavenly Fate, he might become a well-known good person in Ziyang Mansion.
“Who told them that the charity was mine.”
As he handed out food, Li Mo turned back:
“Brother Murong, do you have any clues?”
“No… I don’t know…”
Murong Xiao’s voice was hoarse, taking a long time to finish his sentence.
Li Mo shook his head and ladled more porridge.
At that moment, Heavenly Fate Divine Eyes activated:
【Name: Lu Ning】
【Age: 21】
【Roots: None】
【Realm: Mortal】
【Fate: Gray】
【Evaluation: Overambitious】
【Recent Experience: Originally from a wealthy family, he secretly left home to do business, lost everything, and had no face to return home, thus becoming a beggar in the city.]
Handing a small bag of rice to a beggar who intentionally covered his face.
Li Mo sighed lightly: “Go home early, bowing to your family is better than bowing for a few measures of rice.”
The beggar’s hand trembled as he accepted the bag of rice and thanked Li Mo softly.
“Have you seen a beggar with an injury on his chest, bright eyes, and a stutter?”
“No, Sir.”
“Alright, you may leave.”
Little Li was a bit worried.
Throughout the morning, he had seen many beggars.
Some pretended to be poor to get charity rice, others failed the imperial exams and wandered the streets, experiencing life’s various facets.
Yet, the person he was looking for remained unseen.
Could it be that the small beggar didn’t mix with other beggars?
Or perhaps, the information from Ice Chunk was incorrect?
Just as he was thinking this,
“Sir, thank you.”
Lowering his head.
A thin, small beggar, about seven or eight years old, timidly stood there.
“Can you carry the rice?”
“Yes.”
When Li Mo handed him the bag of rice, he noticed a small claw mark on the beggar’s clothes.
Looking at the small beggar again, he pursed his lips, closed his eyes, seemingly preparing for a severe beating.
“It’s alright, I’ll wash it later.”
Li Mo laughed dryly.
“You… are truly a good person…”
“Have you seen a beggar with a stutter, bright eyes, and an injury on his chest?”
Li Mo asked casually.
“Huh? Do you know Stutter Sister?”
The small beggar widened his eyes.
“Stutter Sister?”
Li Mo raised his eyebrows.
He was about to ask again.
But the small beggar suddenly covered his mouth, as if he had done something wrong, and ran into the crowd with a panicked expression.
However, his information was meticulously recorded in Li Mo’s Heavenly Fate Divine Eyes:
【Name: Meng Can】
【Age: 7】
【Roots: None】
【Realm: Mortal】
【Fate: Black】
【Evaluation: Life like wild grass, fate thinner than paper, though encountering a benefactor, lacks a prosperous fate】
【Recent Experience: Stutter Sister fell ill, he went out begging alone and encountered the bandit Cui Peng, unknowingly leaving a mark for the True Disciple of the Qingyuan Sect, Li Mo, and is about to be silenced.]
