Chapter 79 The Little Beggar

Just as the four of them were about to step into the tavern, an exasperated voice rang out.

"Catch that damned thief for me!"

Everyone looked toward the source of the sound and saw a flabby man holding a rolling pin, chasing after a little girl who appeared to be about seven or eight years old.

The latter was wearing filthy clothes, and her messy hair obscured her eyes, making it impossible to see her face.

She clutched a few steamed buns in her arms, and her feet were bare.

She nimbly dodged through the crowd while gnawing on a steamed bun.

She devoured it ravenously, looking as if she had been starving for a long time.

Mu An also automatically acquired the other party's information using his [Enemy Detection Radar].

Name: Beggar

Cultivation: None (Ordinary person)

Basic Information: A little mute girl whose throat was poisoned, leaving her unable to speak. Orphan.

Daughter of Destiny. Her future achievements are limitless. (Strongly recommend recruiting as an employee)

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[Daughter of Destiny?]

Mu An was startled.

At this moment, perhaps because she was eating too quickly, the little girl choked.

Furthermore, not paying attention to her footing, she accidentally stepped on some rotten leaves, lost her balance, and fell heavily.

The two steamed buns in her arms also fell onto the dirty, water-logged ground.

Yet, ignoring the injury on her knee, she hurriedly picked up the scattered steamed buns.

And she skillfully curled her body into a ball, looking as if she had already prepared herself to be beaten.

The fat man finally caught up.

Without much hesitation, he wore a vicious expression and raised the rolling pin in his hand, intending to strike the little girl hard.

Without much hesitation, Mu An had already stepped forward.

Xiao Qingzhu and the others followed close behind.

"Stop!"

The descending rolling pin was tightly gripped by the man's large hand.

The little girl was helped up by Nina and Renée.

Seeing that she still seemed to be in pain, the two women took out a bottle of purified water.

They let her take small sips while gently patting her back.

"Who do you think you are? Can you even interfere with me teaching this stinking little thief who stole my buns a lesson?"

The fat man was very unhappy and directly retorted angrily.

Seeming to recognize Xiao Qingzhu's constable uniform, his tone weakened slightly.

"Ev... even if you are a yamen constable, you can't eat without paying!"

Mu An frowned.

Since he had chosen to intervene in this matter, he would naturally see it through to the end.

Besides, it was just a small amount of money; it wasn't any trouble.

"How much?"

"What?"

The fat man was stunned for a moment, seemingly not having reacted yet.

Xiao Qingzhu spoke up for Mu An.

"How much are the buns she took?"

"Including the previous ones, it's at least... fifty or sixty wen!"

Mu An took out a tael of silver.

He tossed it over casually.

"Is that enough?"

"Enough, enough! This master, just now it was this lowly one who was blind and didn't recognize a great person; please don't take offense!"

The fat man was overjoyed and immediately bowed and scraped.

A tael of silver was equivalent to one guan of money, which was one thousand wen.

He didn't know how many buns from his shop it could buy!

And someone who could be so generous with one throw was clearly not an ordinary person.

As a businessman, the fat man could still see that much.

Seeing that Mu An had no intention of paying further attention to him, the fat man sensibly took his leave.

"You gave too much money."

Xiao Qingzhu mentioned.

Mu An calmly replied.

"Yeah, I'm not short on money."

"..."

This statement was indeed faultless.

For ordinary people, making money might be very difficult.

Earning a tael of silver might require a month of hard labor.

But for a cultivator, it was different.

Take the flower-picking thief that Mu An had easily captured earlier as an example; just catching one carried a bounty of dozens of taels of silver.

If he caught a few more, making money really wasn't a difficult task.

He could even fully achieve financial freedom for the rest of his life, something others wouldn't even dare to imagine.

...

Inside the tavern.

In order to 'clean up' the Beggar, Mu An specifically opened a guest room.

The former was being carried by the back of her collar like a little chick, and she had initially been struggling wildly.

But the man suddenly said a lighthearted sentence: 'Eat after you wash up.'

This was like striking her vital point; she stopped causing a fuss instantly.

She just stared straight at the man in front of her, as if trying to determine the truth of those words.

Or rather, wondering what the other party was plotting against her.

Mu An chuckled and casually tossed her to Nina and Renée.

"Don't worry, I'm not short on that little bit of meal money."

"I only saved you because I saw you have some talent for Cultivation. If you follow us and Cultivate seriously, I won't say you can become incredibly powerful."

"But you'll definitely be able to have a full meal, which is at least not worse than your current life of stealing every day."

There is no such thing as help without a reason in this world.

Especially for a Beggar who was already at the very bottom of society; having seen so much of the world's coldness, she believed in this principle even more deeply.

Mu An explained it this way to dispel the concerns in her heart.

In fact.

He was indeed 'coveting' her body.

Well, this naturally refers to recruiting her as his employee.

Thinking about the fact that a Daughter of Destiny could become his employee, Mu An's mood was very good.

Investing in a Daughter of Destiny = having a companion with top-tier combat power in the future = absolute safety.

The legendary super thigh, hadn't he successfully latched onto it?

The future is promising!

The future is really promising!

"You listen obediently to these two big sisters."

"After you wash up and change into new clothes, we'll eat!"

Mu An instructed her and then exited the room.

Although the Beggar was still just a tiny child, there was ultimately a difference between men and women.

Some things are bottom lines that must absolutely not be touched.

Nina and Renée were bathing the little girl inside the room.

Meanwhile, Xiao Qingzhu and Mu An went out for a trip to buy her a few sets of suitable new clothes.

During this time.

Xiao Qingzhu was somewhat absent-minded.

Mu An asked casually.

She pondered for a moment and sighed softly.

"Don't look at it as the prosperous age of Tianyuan; it only ensures that the vast majority of people don't starve to death."

"There are still many people, just like that little girl from just now, who cannot fill their stomachs and lack proper clothing..."

"Even if we can save one, there are still thousands and thousands of others like her whom we are destined to be unable to save!"

"It's like the sword at my waist; it can cut off a villain's head in a single breath."

"But there are countless villains in the world, and even if the blade is chipped, they can never be killed off entirely."

[Groundless fears?]

This phrase subconsciously popped into Mu An's mind.

But on second thought, this description wasn't quite right.

To be accurate, Xiao Qingzhu's current mindset should be [worrying about the country and the people].

Mu An thought for a moment and said as follows.

"Let go of the complex of helping others and respect the fate of others... this might be the thought of the vast majority of people."

"But if you have sufficiently powerful strength and are able to make the world change according to your will, then naturally you can do whatever you want."

"When poor, Cultivate your own virtue; when prosperous, help the world."

"Act according to your ability and do what you can, and you won't have so many worries."

"After all."

"Things you couldn't do in the first place, no matter how much you worry, you still won't be able to do."

[When poor, Cultivate your own virtue; when prosperous, help the world?]

Xiao Qingzhu's beautiful eyes brightened slightly, looking thoughtful.