61: He wants to be the leader of a beggar gang? (asking for votes)

“So that’s how it is.”

Ning Yuan feigned realization, then turned sideways, pinching Madam Ma’s pointed chin, and asked with a smile, “Tomorrow I will summon them both for questioning, but how will Madam Ma repay me?”

Madam Ma’s face bloomed with a smile, her eyes and brows full of spring, her limpid eyes seemed about to drip with water.

“This widow has nothing else; only this worn-out body can offer some repayment. As long as Young Master does not disdain this widow’s fragile charms, this widow is willing to do everything in her power to make Young Master happy.”

Madam Ma extended her arms, wrapped them around Ning Yuan’s neck, and pressed her cheek against his, rubbing gently.

Her words were sweet with a hint of bitterness, soft and languid, full of endless tenderness. The buttons on her neck had come undone, revealing her snow-white neck and collarbone, and the edge of a red satin bustier.

The two candles on the table were white, their red flames illuminating her flushed cheeks. The night breeze was gentle, and yet within the pavilion, it was as warm as spring.

“Young Master, please do not pity this concubine. Everything this concubine has tonight—it all belongs to Young Master.”

Madam Ma smiled faintly, her voice and gaze full of allure. She slowly stood up and unfastened the white hair tie binding her hair, letting her long, silky black hair fall to her waist.

At the same time, she untied her snow-white belt, and her plain white robes slowly opened, revealing a bright red bustier underneath and her slender waist.

A pair of jade hands reached out to Ning Yuan.

Ning Yuan gently pulled, and immediately, warm fragrance and soft jade entered his embrace.

“Since Madam Ma is so sincere, if I were not to accept, wouldn’t I be neglecting a beauty?”

Ning Yuan pulled Madam Ma into his embrace and slowly kneaded her.

A moment later, the red bustier flew up and landed in the grass outside the pavilion.

“Madam, those lips of yours are truly alluring.”

Ning Yuan said, pinching Madam Ma’s chin.

Madam Ma lightly licked her full lips, cast a seductive glance, and chuckled, “If Young Master likes it, this concubine will make Young Master satisfied.”

“Good!”

Ning Yuan pressed Madam Ma’s head down.

Meanwhile, on the opposite bank, Bai Shijing paced back and forth, his mind restless.

“Old beggar, why are you pacing around? It’s very annoying.”

Feng Boe couldn’t help but scold.

Bai Shijing’s face showed anger, but he quickly suppressed it, cupped his fists, and said, “I beg Your Excellency to please go and ask Young Master Murong family how the matter was discussed and when Madam Ma can return?”

“Madam Ma isn’t your wife, why are you so anxious?”

Feng Boe sneered, then showed a strange expression, “You don’t have a thing with her, do you?”

“That’s right, that’s right. This Madam Ma is clearly very flirtatious. It’s normal for an old man like you to lose control. There’s nothing to be embarrassed about.”

Bao Butong also clapped his hands in agreement.

“You!”

Bai Shijing’s face turned pale with anger, as if his sore spot had been hit. In the end, he could only let out a cold snort, “I hope both heroes will be merciful with their words. Madam Ma is the wife of Beggar Clan Vice Leader Ma Dayuan, my sister-in-law. Now that Ma Dayuan has passed away, only a widow remains. My reputation, Bai Shijing, doesn’t matter, but I cannot let Brother Da Yuan’s wife’s reputation be sullied, nor tarnish Brother Da Yuan’s name.”

“Hehe…”

Bao Butong chuckled a few times. Just then, he saw the lights on the small island opposite flicker a few times. This was the agreed-upon signal.

Bao Butong turned around and said to Bai Shijing with an expressionless face, “Young Master has given orders. Madam Ma, upon learning the true killer of her husband, was overcome with grief and has fainted. Now Young Master has arranged for someone to take her to rest. If you want to see her, come back tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?”

Bai Shijing raised an eyebrow, about to get angry, but seeing the threatening looks from Bao Butong and Feng Boe, he could only suppress his rage.

He wasn’t afraid of Bao Butong and Feng Boe.

Rather, he feared Murong Fu.

Murong Fu not only might know his secret, but more importantly, he was not the opponent’s match and could do nothing to him.

“Alright, but I cannot let Brother Da Yuan’s widow suffer any mishap. I will wait here tonight.”

Bai Shijing said with a dark face.

“Suit yourself.”

Bai Butong shrugged and turned around, saying, “Feng Boe, we’ve been out in the wind all night. Come on, let’s go drink.”

“Hahahaha, good, good!”

Feng Boe burst into laughter. The two walked away arm in arm, leaving only Bai Shijing sitting on the bank, gazing at the small island opposite, his eyes flickering, lost in thought.

Although there was only a stretch of water separating them, and there were small boats around, he dared not row across to the other side… slender waist, overflowing with spring warmth; cherry lips, softly gasping.

Tingxiang Water Pavilion.

Madam Ma’s voice was melodious, her soft cries perfectly timed.

She understood how to tempt and ignite a man’s surging affection even better than Madam Wang.

She was a true enchantress.

Especially in her plain white robes, which made her appear as pure as a white lotus.

Adding even more delight.

Bai Shijing sat on the opposite bank, enduring the cold wind, waiting with a heavy heart.

Meanwhile, on the island opposite, it was a scene of fiery passion.

The next day.

As soon as dawn broke, Bai Shijing impatiently stood up and gazed towards the island in the lake opposite.

His face was anxious and uneasy.

“I wonder if she and that Murong Fu have settled things?”

“Can that Murong Fu really keep this matter a secret for me?”

Bai Shijing clenched his fists, deeply worried.

His gaze was fierce one moment, helpless the next.

If he had a way, he would definitely choose to kill to silence them.

Unfortunately,

He couldn’t do it.

“Go.”

Ning Yuan sat cross-legged on the couch, patted Madam Ma’s upturned buttocks, and said with closed eyes, “You know what to do, right?”

“Young Master, rest assured.”

Madam Ma turned around, forcing back tears, bowed, then picked up the snow-white plain robes from the ground and put them on, covering the fresh red whip marks on her snow-white back. As soon as the clothes touched her, Madam Ma couldn't help but bite her teeth, suck in a breath of cold air, and let out a hissing sound.

“I will definitely make them help Young Master ascend to the position of Beggar Clan Leader.”

Madam Ma said, biting her teeth and enduring the pain, her head bowed.

“Go.”

Ning Yuan smiled noncommittally. He wasn’t particularly interested in the position of Beggar Clan Leader. He had two main reasons: one was the Dragon Subduing Eighteen Palms.

The other was that he wanted to see if, by becoming the Beggar Clan Leader, he could also gain Luck.

After all, the next Beggar Clan Leader was also half a cheat.

He should, by rights, have some Luck.

And the more profound the Luck accumulated in this world, the greater his gains would be when he returned to the main world… As soon as Madam Ma paddled the small boat back to the shore.

Bai Shijing impatiently stepped forward and asked, “Why are you only just returning?”

“What exactly did that Murong Fu say? What does he mean?”

Bai Shijing asked impatiently.

“Hmph!”

Madam Ma snorted, raised her hand to avoid Bai Shijing’s grabbing hand, walked a few steps forward, and said indifferently, “He did see everything. I went to great lengths to prevent him from exposing our affair publicly.”

“What does he want?”

Bai Shijing’s eyes flashed, and he immediately pressed for an answer.

“Beggar Clan!”

Madam Ma uttered two words indifferently.

“What?”

Bai Shijing’s eyes widened, he took half a step back, and exclaimed in shock and anger, “Does he actually want to be the Beggar Clan Leader?”

“Indeed.”

Madam Ma turned around, staring at Bai Shijing, and said, “He wants us to unite people to help him become the Beggar Clan Leader. In return, he will keep our secret and promote you to Vice Leader.”

“What if I don’t?”

Bai Shijing asked angrily.

Madam Ma shook her head, “He will expose what you did in front of all the heroes of the world.”

“Hmph, will the heroes believe his words? Without any proof, just because he says he saw it?”

Bai Shijing clenched his fists and said indignantly, “As long as we deny it to the death, what can he do to me?”

“You mustn’t underestimate Southern Murong. He is even more troublesome than Qiao Feng. He holds concrete evidence, and even without evidence, just the mere mention of this matter will likely arouse suspicion.”

Madam Ma revealed a touch of sadness, “I am just a weak woman, how can I endure such gossip?”

“Don’t forget what kind of people the Beggar Clan Disciples are. By then, they probably won’t care about the truth, only wanting to believe gossip.”

Madam Ma said indignantly.

After listening, Bai Shijing’s eyes flickered.

He, of course, knew what would happen.

At that time, probably no one would care about the truth.

Even if he could insist there was no evidence, due to the Beggar Clan’s reputation, his position as Law Enforcement Elder would probably be at an end, requiring him to retire to the second line.

Bai Shijing was naturally unwilling to accept this.

Although his initial killing of Ma Dayuan was not to elevate his own status, but because their affair was discovered, leaving him no choice but to kill to silence them.

But now, no matter the reason, he was already in a difficult situation with no easy escape.

“This Murong Fu, what great ambition he has!”

Finally, Bai Shijing let out a cold snort, expressing his dissatisfaction.

Just then, a Beggar Clan Disciple suddenly stumbled over, “Reporting to Law Enforcement Elder, Ye Zilin was attacked by Western Xia warriors, and all the brothers and Elders were wiped out.”

As soon as his words fell, a powerful finger force from a distance had already pierced the beggar’s chest.

The messenger beggar immediately spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, his eyes wide, and fell to the ground, dying with grievances.

“What?”

Bai Shijing’s face changed drastically, extremely horrified.

He quickly looked up into the distance, vaguely seeing a group of people riding horses towards them.

“Not good, let’s run!”

Bai Shijing immediately shouted in a panic.

Kang Min’s face also turned pale with fright. She only came to her senses when Bai Shijing pulled her. After walking two steps, she suddenly shook off Bai Shijing’s hand, “Run? Where would we have time? Quickly get on the boat and seek Young Master Murong family’s protection. Perhaps we can escape this calamity.”

“Right, right, right!”

Bai Shijing also reacted, nodding repeatedly, “Go find Murong Fu.”

The two quickly jumped into a small boat, paddled, and headed towards the island in the center of the lake opposite.

Soon after they left, the Four Evils and the Western Xia warriors also arrived at the lakeside.

“This is Yanzi Fort. I heard those beggars say that Murong Fu lives here.”

Helian Tieshu, the General Zhengdong of Western Xia, spurred his horse forward two steps and said.

“Boss, now that we have so many people, I don’t believe we can’t kill that Murong Fu!”

Yue Lao San immediately jumped out impatiently.

He was almost drained of all his internal energy by Murong Fu in Dali, which scared him half to death.

This grudge, if not avenged, was like a fishbone stuck in his throat.

“Hehe! Send someone to deliver a formal challenge.”

Duan Yanqing sneered twice and said to Helian Tieshu beside him.

“I have witnessed the strength of Northern Qiao Feng. I want to see what is so mysterious about this Southern Murong.”

Helian Tieshu raised his horsewhip, and a Western Xia warrior behind him immediately stepped forward, found a small boat, and quickly left… Tingxiang Water Pavilion.

[Current World: demi-gods and semi-devils]

[Time remaining until departure: 54 days]

[Luck: 455]

[Current Identity: Murong Fu]

[Current Talent: A Thousand Miles a Day (Active, Cultivate speed increased by 100 times)]

[Cultivation: Super First-Class]

[Martial Arts: Bei Ming Divine Skill, Xiao Wu Xiang Skill, Six Meridian Divine Sword, Lingbo Microstep, Star Shift, Canhe Finger...]

“This Kang Min actually has no Luck at all.”

Ning Yuan opened his attribute panel and murmured to himself.

However, he wasn’t too regretful or surprised; this was completely within expectations.

A villain, what Luck could she have?

“This cultivation speed increase of a hundredfold, though, while not comparable to Duan Zhengchun’s other women, is still better than nothing.”

Ning Yuan opened a Secret Manual and silently contemplated it.

Although these were only second- or third-rate martial arts, they ultimately had the effect of drawing inferences from one another.

But at this moment, he also heard movement.