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Chapter 1093 - Chapter 1093 Chapter 387 Offbeat Is Not Business

Chapter 1093: Chapter 387: Offbeat Is Not Business Chapter 1093: Chapter 387: Offbeat Is Not Business The little widow who lost her father returned to her parental home, and since there were no relatives in the city, it was no surprise that the small courtyard became a haven for beggars.

A frail woman accompanied by her paralyzed brother would encounter numerous difficulties in the future. Tang Luo did not understand why Sister Xiu’er wanted to create such an identity, but from the scrutiny they noticed upon entering the city, the occupation of their nest by others was just the beginning.

Even the onlooking neighbors wore smiles with ill intentions. Could one really expect someone to stand up for justice?

This is why the path of the sage is only self-improvement and perseverance.

Because most of the time, the only one you can rely on is yourself!

Facing the group of beggars wielding pitchforks and long sticks, Tang Luo, sitting in the wheelchair, merely furrowed his brows, his aura at the pinnacle of the Mortal Realm burst forth, the powerful spiritual pressure causing a whirlwind in the courtyard that sent leaves flying and scared the group of beggars into retreating repeatedly.

The crowd of onlookers with mysterious smiles lost their mood for excitement at once and dispersed with a bang, retreating inside their houses and shutting their doors tightly.

They had thought there was a helpless little widow pushing her crippled brother outside, but in fact, there turned out to be a might dragon.

For these common folk who milled about in the market, even a disabled martial artist at the Transcend Mortal peak was a terrifying existence.

As Tang Luo’s aura explosive, the faces of the fierce little beggars turned pale with fright, and even the weapons in their hands dropped to the ground with a clatter.

Just as he was about to intimidate the occupying fledglings to flee, he found the wheelchair suddenly move. Puzzled, Luo Tang turned his head to see Sister Xiu’er pulling the wheelchair backward, ready to leave.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re in the wrong place.”

“No, we’re not!”

Tang Luo, who had retreated to the doorway, took a look at the doorplate and asserted confidently.

“It really is the wrong place.”

Sister Xiu’er smiled, turned the wheelchair in a different direction, and moved Tang Luo’s face away from the dozen pairs of horrified eyes: “It was my mistake, we don’t live here!”

“Really?” Tang Luo asked, skeptical: “Didn’t you say you have an excellent memory and never forget anything?”

“Humph. As if you don’t talk too much!”

Reaching out to pat Tang Luo’s head, Sister Xiu’er pushed the wheelchair out of the alley.

She could never have misremembered, but creating a seamless identity in this world meant there had to be give and take.

The little widow was a real person, but her departure from Chaochang was not to visit relatives; it was to throw herself into the river and commit suicide.

After burying the little widow, Brother Tian dug into her background, using it as an identity to impersonate.

In essence, she and these little beggars were not much different–both wanting to seize the pitiful woman’s property.

But there was a difference after all, as at least she and Luo Tang still had many choices, while those little beggars did not.

Since the Xiang Family took control over Chaochang, many businesses that used to be unspeakable became rampant, such as gambling dens, brothels, and human trafficking.

These businesses were strictly regulated during the era when the Yun Clan was in charge, but now under the rule of the Xiang Family, there has already been a dedicated market area.

It was against this backdrop that beggars and wanderers became the most dangerous professions in Chaochang. After the Xiang Family took control of Chaochang, the number of street children dropped sharply by as much as sixty to seventy percent.

Many citizens, unaware of the full picture, heaped praise on Chaochang’s new policies, believing them to be a sign of Chaochang’s prosperity.

But in reality, the competition in Chaochang was only more fierce than ever before, as the Yun Clan, proficient in business rules, would regulate the merchants in each area to avoid cutthroat competition to the greatest extent.

However, after the Xiang Family ascended to power, their drastic reforms, supposedly to allow natural selection in the market, led to unprecedented intense competition in the area.

To outsiders who didn’t understand the ins and outs, Chaochang’s prosperity seemed evident, with new shops and storefronts popping up one after another, news of one owner striking it rich today, and a new family rising to prominence tomorrow.

Amidst all the seemingly positive news, who saw the losers being squeezed out of survival, those former owners who should have lived with dignity but now faced uncertainty every day?

The children in that courtyard all looked about seven or eight parts similar, obviously siblings; if we were to follow Tang Luo’s method and drive them out of the small courtyard, it wouldn’t take many days for them to vanish from the streets.

For him, it was just a change of residence; for these children, it was forcing them to their death.

The wheelchair emerged from the alley, and the warm winter sun shone on the faces of both, comfortably squinting their eyes.

To have such warmth on these bitterly cold days might just be happiness.

Squinting in the sun, Sister Xiu’er tilted her head toward the light, cherishing her small fortune when an ill-timed voice shattered the mood.

“I must remind you that we are penniless now, and with your abilities, you obviously haven’t reached the level where you can maintain life by absorbing the essence of the sun and moon or by eating dirt. Having given up the house, where shall we find a place to settle now?”

Tang Luo looked up at the sky, smirking and said, “Furthermore, a halo around the sun predicts rain by morning, a halo around the moon, wind by noon. This corona and the southwest wind are not any small fortunes in the winter day, but the calm before a brutal snowstorm. When the snow and ice block the roads, we’ll truly be sleeping in the streets!”

Being emotional, of course, is joyful; a gust of wind and a beam of light could both be reasons for happiness. But when one looks further and longer, such small fortunes are only transient and illusory.

After all, the warm sun in winter cannot compare to a heated kang in a house, and fresh air is no substitute for the satisfaction of food in the belly.

For Tang Luo, if he didn’t first address the immediate practical issues, everything else was meaningless, but for Sister Xiu’er, this warm sun in winter was a tangible proof of life!

“You are so boring!”

Rolling her eyes, Sister Xiu’er grumbled as she pushed the wheelchair.

Boring then, thought Tang Luo, shrugging his shoulders, “Why don’t I write a letter back home then? That way, you can keep your little winter fortune and satisfy our physical needs as well. Wouldn’t that be wonderful?”

“Hmph,” Sister Xiu’er snorted disdainfully, “Such a grown person, and the only solution for food and drink is to write home. How shameful!”

This was the first time Tang Luo had encountered such a perspective on the path of martial supremacy and was somewhat unable to accept it, retorting, “Who says I only have this method? If I had but a single Gold Coin, I would show you what the grace of the Gambling God is!”

“Taking shortcuts is no real skill,” Sister Xiu’er pursed her lips, “Only the most hopeless disciples of the Yun Clan would choose shady businesses.”

“???” Tang Luo was baffled, given that every great family engaged in shady businesses; how had it become a sign of being hopeless when it came to Sister Xiu’er?

“Not convinced, huh?” Sister Xiu’er glanced at Tang Luo, explaining, “Think about it. Gambling is just about putting your money into my pocket, or my money into yours. The gain of one side necessarily means the loss of the other. What kind of business is that?!”