My junior sister sees everyone as a heretical cultivator.

Chapter 279: Anyone thinking of releasing it together?
Wang Xiedi and Li Chunfeng headed towards the Su residence and disappeared around the street corner, while the beggar with the severed hand also vanished because of this disturbance.

So Su Ling'er shifted her position and targeted another beggar with a broken leg who was using a crutch.

The beggar knelt down with a thud in front of a block, his movements practiced and practiced, repeatedly kowtowing to the endless stream of people, chanting, "Have pity on me... give me some food..."

Passersby, seeing his pitiful state, would occasionally toss down a few clinking copper coins. Each time, the beggar would immediately kowtow again, uttering indistinct words of thanks.

Su Ling'er observed from a distance until night fell and the streets became deserted. Only then did the beggar, leaning on his cane, limp away towards the remote west side of the city.

Sometimes, the boredom made Su Ling'er start to wonder if there was really a problem.

However, during the beggar's long and tedious pursuit, Su Ling'er finally discovered something unusual.

Among the crowd was another beggar, who was physically healthy, but unlike the fraudulent beggars we had seen before, he was not actively trying to scam people. Instead, he always "happened" to be walking the same road as the beggar with the missing leg.

He never approached or spoke, but slowly moved behind, sometimes rummaging through piles of discarded bamboo slips by the roadside, and sometimes sitting down to rest at a street corner, but he never strayed too far from his target.

If Su Ling'er hadn't kept her eyes glued to the man and noticed that their route was exactly the same as the alley they had turned into, she would have almost mistaken him for an ordinary beggar.

As they turned into the winding, dimly lit alleys in the west of the city, the able-bodied "beggar" stopped pretending and followed the beggar with the broken leg at a distance, his eyes becoming cold and wary.

Su Ling'er held her breath and followed even closer.

Finally, the two walked one after the other into a dilapidated courtyard at the end of the alley, where a plaque reading "Hall of No Owner" hung. Su Ling'er's heart stirred, and she silently leaped onto the wall, her figure blending into the shadow of the tiles, and looked into the courtyard.

The courtyard was brightly lit, revealing itself to be a huge gathering place for beggars. Almost everyone there was disabled, either blind, deaf, or missing limbs.

In the center of the courtyard, several "beggars" were distributing porridge to the beggars who were queuing up. After the beggars handed over all the copper coins they had collected that day to a large wooden box, they could exchange them for a bowl of hot porridge from a boiling pot.

Su Ling'er saw the beggar with the broken leg whom she had been following. Because of the good location today, the "beggar" had a good harvest. He saw the abundant copper coins in the wooden bowl and nodded.

He then gestured to the "beggar" who was distributing porridge next to him, and the beggar with the broken leg received two extra black steamed buns. He was extremely grateful and thanked him repeatedly, then huddled in a corner and wolfed down the food.

Looking at everything before her, Su Ling'er saw a scene of impoverished people at the bottom of society huddling together for warmth—cruel, yet logical.

Am I overthinking things? My senior brother always makes things sound so sinister... Maybe it's just a strictly managed beggar's den?
Just then, a one-armed beggar who had a bad day handed in only a few copper coins. The "beggar" in charge of distributing the porridge clicked his tongue and scooped a little thin soup into the pot for him with a spoon. The thin layer was obviously not enough to fill his teeth.

The beggar dared not speak, silently taking his bowl and retreating. Su Ling'er frowned slightly.

Next, it was the turn of a beggar named Jiang Shi to appear. He had also mingled among them, now with a missing hand, hunched over, and timidly walked up.

The "beggar" distributing the porridge glanced at him, impatiently tapped the edge of the pot with his large iron ladle, making a loud "clang," and roared gruffly, "What are you dawdling for! New here! Where's the money? Pour it out now!"

This scene instantly ignited the chat in Jiang Shi's live stream.

【What the hell? What kind of attitude is this? Treating me like I'm collecting protection money?】 【Is this the attitude you use to ask for money?】

[The streamer confronted him! Your money is for the Empress Dowager! Why should you give it to her? Why should you hand it over?]

[Exactly! Fight him! The Empress Dowager already gave it to him, why does he dare to ask for it again? Let's confront him! If you get beaten to death, I'll send you two virtual gifts!]

Jiang Shi glanced at the comments section and mentally sent a message to the screen saying, "OK, everyone, just you wait and see!"

The next moment, his previously timid and hesitant demeanor vanished instantly. He straightened his back, raised his chin, and said, "No, I mean, brother, are you kidding me?"

"And I've been reduced to begging, how dare you ask me for money? You have hands and feet, how can you bully us disabled people like this? You think you're worthy?"

These words caused an instant deathly silence. All the disabled beggars looked at him as if he were a madman. Even the "beggar" who was drinking porridge stopped what he was doing, afraid that he would be the next one to be affected.

Su Ling'er was also stunned. Although what he said made sense, saying it in this place was like setting off a firecracker in a powder keg.

The "beggar" distributing porridge suddenly twitched his muscular face and the veins on his arms bulged. Just as he was about to step forward, he was stopped by the "beggar" next to him who seemed to be in charge.

"Ah Biao, don't cause trouble!" the "beggar" said in a low voice. "What did Master Ma tell us before he left? He told us to keep a low profile lately! We haven't figured out the background of that new immortal sect yet. Although he shouldn't be a big problem, if you kill him now and cause trouble, will you take responsibility?"

Su Lingke's pupils contracted sharply in an instant.

Someone was killed? ...What's going on? Master Ma? Is there really a problem here?

Jiang Shi, whose voice was amplified, also heard the "beggar's" words clearly. With a million "cloud bodyguards" backing him up, he was even more fearless at this moment. The barrage of comments was still scrolling wildly, urging him to continue "courting death".

He immediately seized on the loophole in the other person's words.

"Oh—" He deliberately dragged out the sound, pointed at the "beggar's" nose, and loudly mocked him in a voice that everyone could hear, "Who do we have here? Turns out you're just a coward who bullies his own kind! All you do is bully us missing limbs, but you chicken out when you run into a tough opponent?"

Jiang Shi turned to all the crippled beggars and said, "Did you all hear that?! They're a bunch of cowardly trash!!! I'll be dancing in front of their graves sooner or later! Any brothers want to join in?"

However, not a single disabled beggar dared to respond; instead, they shrank back in fear, highlighting just how unusual Jiang Shi's behavior was.

"You're looking for fucking death!"

The "beggar" named A Biao finally lost his temper. He shoved his companion aside, his eyes bloodshot, and growled through gritted teeth, "Don't worry, I won't kill you! I know what I'm doing!"

As he spoke, he clenched his fist, which was as big as a clay pot, and his knuckles cracked as he walked step by step toward Jiang Shi.

Su Ling'er silently drew her wooden sword...

(End of this chapter)