Douluo Continent: From Rusty Spear to Emperor-Slaying Spear

Chapter 38 Begging is also an art

"I never thought that after all this time, anyone would still remember me. Since you know me, then you can die!"

Looking at Ji Wuming's extremely sinister smile, the Soul Sect deacon couldn't help but show a hint of fear in his eyes. After all, he was a figure who would be remembered in the Black Market Soul Arena, a place that devoured people without spitting out the bones.

He had to fight with all his might against him, or he would surely die.

"Fourth Soul Skill, Demon-Slaying Blade!"

A massive black axe slashed down towards Ji Wuming.

"Bloodstained Sea of ​​Blood - Raging Triangle Defense!"

Even a ten-thousand-year-old soul beast would be repelled by its strongest defensive self-created soul skill, so how could a mere thousand-year-old fourth-ring skill possibly break through its defense?

"Boom——"

The black, soul-powered giant axe completely dissipated. Upon seeing this, the Soul Sect deacon fled in panic towards Tianxing City, constantly wiping the sweat from his forehead with his left hand.

"Just as the Soul Arena predicted, this White Demon, no, Ji Wuming, has already gained the strength to defeat them despite being above his level, and his soul skill just now was extremely strange! I must report to the bishop immediately."

However, Ji Wuming had already arrived in front of him, quickly unleashing his second soul skill, thrusting his spear straight into the man's right hand as he was about to raise his weapon to defend. Before the man could even use any other soul skills,

Ji Wuming's second and third attacks followed one after another, each one faster than the last.

"Pfft—"

The spearhead pierced his neck, and Ji Wuming flicked his right hand, sending the lifeless corpse flying. He looked at the seven corpses around him and sighed.

"What a hassle, another waste of my blood!"

With that, Ji Wuming gripped the spear tip and lightly sliced ​​it open. Crimson blood clung to the spear tip, flowing down its surface. The seven corpses and the splattered blood formed a blood aura that surged into the Blood Thunder Spear.

In an instant, all seven men and their wounded warhorses were reduced to ashes, leaving only a few broken pieces of wood and traces of a fight.

Under the cover of night, Ji Wuming quickly fled the place. Just two days after he left, the people from the Spirit Hall of Tianxing City searched for the place. After careful investigation, they found no valuable clues and could only confirm that the seven people sent out were likely dead.

As Ji Wuming passed through a large city, his long journey had become too slow and injured his feet. So he bought a fine horse and set off northwards towards the Heavenly Dou Empire.

Within a month and a half, a man stood before the gates of Tiandou City, leading a horse.

"Riding a horse is much faster than taking a carriage! We've finally arrived at Tiandou City."

He looked up at the towering granite city walls, some tens of meters high, that seemed to reach into the clouds. Looking through the city gates into the city, he saw that all the buildings were extremely luxurious, and the people passing by were dressed in fine silks and satins, exuding an air of nobility.

Even the beggars on the street are dressed like ordinary people in second- or third-tier cities, and musical instruments such as the erhu, violin, and flute are standard equipment for them. They are obviously not professional beggars.

"The Heavenly Dou Kingdom is indeed magnificent. Let's find a hotel to stay in first, rest for a while, and then make some plans."

Ji Wuming entered a five-star hotel located in the bustling East Street area of ​​Tiandou City.

"What?! Ten gold soul coins for one night!"

Ji Wuming had nearly 20 yuan in his hands, but after all, he came from a poor background. After learning about the price, he decided not to stay. Even if he lived in the wild or on the street, it wouldn't be a big deal for him.

After making inquiries, he arrived at the mansion of the Dugu family, a noble residential area in the north of the city where aristocratic sons lived, and waited there. This place was also a gathering place for many beggars.

The beggars were lined up almost in a row, and Ji Wuming squatted among them without looking out of place; on the contrary, he blended in with them.

"Brothers, the big shots are here! Let's get this party started with music and weeping!"

"Hey bro, you're new here, right?"

The old beggar, who was about to start crying, quickly reminded Ji Wuming, who remained unmoved.

"what?"

"What? Didn't you hear the brother just now report that some noble children, especially those naive girls who haven't seen much of the world and are raised in academies, are coming soon? They are the best at gaining sympathy and are also the most generous."

"For our team, opportunities like this only come once or twice a month, so why not hurry up and work harder for more pay?"

Ji Wuming looked at the kind old beggar in front of him who was explaining things to him, and nodded slightly. When did beggars start having gangs? And they're so professional about it.

At this moment, mournful music began to play, and countless beggars started to weep. Some said their entire families had starved to death, others said their families had been killed by fallen soul masters. In short, they described their tragic lives as the most miserable they could be, and their cries could be heard two or three streets away.

As the wealthy families began their journey home, the cries echoed through the area, piercing the heart. Even Ji Wuming, standing nearby, lowered his head, managing to shed a few tears.

"These are all scammers, let's get out of here."

"Many of them are familiar faces, and they frequent major hotels, indulging in lavish meals and drinks!"

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However, just as the many noblemen quickened their pace, a silver-haired girl in the group looked pitifully in Ji Wuming's direction.

"Sister Yan and the others have it tough too. Even if many of them are scammers, if one or two of them are telling the truth, then we should still help them."

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The silver-haired girl was none other than Ye Lingling. She took out the gold soul coins she had saved up during her month of academy life and was about to go over to give them away when the green-haired girl stopped her.

"Lingling, you're so innocent, don't be fooled by these beggars dressed in tattered clothes. Human nature can be treacherous, especially for us girls. We have to be careful when we're out and about. I've seen plenty of scenes like this, so watch out."

Dugu Yan walked towards the group of beggars, hands on her hips, and said angrily,

"Haven't you been taught a lesson by my grandfather enough? You dare to complain about being poor near my house. Get out of here or I'll call my grandfather."

The beggars ignored her and continued to weep. They knew Dugu Bo's schedule very well; he only returned two or three times a month, and his return times were basically fixed. This was why they dared to feign poverty in the Dugu family's outlying district.

Even if Dugu Bo came, he would only drive away and teach a few of them a lesson, and would not kill these civilians. A few wounds could be exchanged for one or two gold soul coins, which was really worth it.

"Fine! If you won't leave, then I'll have to resort to some special methods."

However, the next second, Ji Wuming, who was looking down, heard the two women's words. It turned out to be Ye Lingling and Dugu Yan. This made things much easier. Although Dugu Bo was hard to find and he couldn't go directly to him, he could look for his granddaughter!

Now that they've come and created such a great opportunity for him, he must seize it. His mind raced, and a slightly risky plan was born.

"Let's do it! It all hinges on this!"

With a determined heart, Ji Wuming forcefully shattered two of his own meridians, spitting out a mouthful of blood.

He touched his chest, his face extremely haggard and showing a pained expression, which immediately frightened Dugu Yan, who was about to drive him away.

The beggar standing to the side looked at him in utter astonishment, a pang of regret rising in his heart.

"This new guy is a model of skill. Why didn't we think of the blood-spitting move? That's what a master does."

(End of this chapter)