I tried to kill the heroines of destiny, but they ended up chasing after me.

The old cripple looked troubled and glanced around, seemingly wanting to ask for help: "Sir, why don't you ask someone else? I'm old and don't remember very well. If I lead you astray, I'm afraid I'll delay your important business..."

He secretly tightened his grip on the few taels of silver in his pocket, feeling uneasy.

“You remember it very clearly.”

"I really can't remember..."

Huang Quan took out a gold ingot and played with it in his hand: "I said you remember very clearly."

The old cripple stared intently at the gold ingot, his mind in turmoil.

Before he could hesitate, the people around him saw a gold ingot and their eyes lit up: "Sir, I know where the Jiang family is. I'll show you the way."

"This way, sir."

"Sir, I'll lead the way for you. I only need half an ingot!"

These voices became the final straw that broke the old cripple's back.

His eyes turned incredibly fierce as he glared at the surrounding speakers: "The master ordered me to lead the way, and I remember now! Nobody is allowed to take it from me!"

Huang Quan didn't refute it. He tossed a whole ingot of gold in an arc, and it landed squarely in the old cripple's hand.

The old cripple sighed...

Too heavy.

He wasn't sure if his frail, dying life could bear the weight of the gold.

But such an opportunity, once missed, will never come again.

"Lead the way."

Jiang Wanyu hid in the corner, her little head that had been peeking out retracted, her face full of disgust: "So self-righteous, does she know that ingot of gold will cost the old man his life!"

Gu Qici, who had been following Huang Quan without any presence, looked on incredulously.

Something's wrong, something's very wrong.

Could it be that her memory is faulty?

The underworld shouldn't be like this at this time...

In Gu Qici's memory, Huang Quan should be a hypocrite who cherishes his reputation and is cold on the outside but warm on the inside.

Of course, being cold on the outside but warm on the inside is just a way to deceive others and gain fame.

She fell victim to this fabricated tenderness in her past life.

He was so stunning that he became the white moonlight that shone into her heart, but unfortunately, such a person could not be loved in return, and she probably would never meet such a person again in the years to come.

The person who came into her life with light at first sight, illuminating the rest of her years.

After that, she tried to break free, but his shadow filled her life. She would always unconsciously compare the person in front of her to him. If she was not as good as him, she would feel disappointed and lose interest.

Could it be...

A bad thought popped into Gu Qici's mind.

This kind of personality...

He was reborn too?

The future—the arrogant Heavenly Emperor—Huang Quan.

Chapter Eight: Once Again, That Touch of Moonlight in My Heart

The old cripple struggled to drag his legs, and the Jiang family's gate was just around the next corner.

For people with mobility issues, walking such a long distance is certainly a challenge.

But thinking of the weight of the gold in his arms, he gritted his teeth and persevered.

He spoke with a sense of relief: "My lord, it's just ahead."

Upon hearing this, Huang Quan turned around and glanced at Lao Pozi, his tone cold and low: "Give it to me."

"Take what..."

The old cripple followed his gaze and seemed to understand what he meant, but he was unwilling to give up and pretended to be stupid.

"Gold is precious, but you have to be alive to enjoy it, don't you?"

Threat.

The threat of RedOO.

The old cripple lowered his head and remained silent.

Huang Quan urged, "Are you out of your mind?"

Jiang Wanyu, who had been spying from a corner all along, spat out, "Scumbag!"

The old cripple was reluctant, but there was nothing he could do.

Can an arm twist a thigh?

He wasn't like that Master Ma in the city, who could use minimal force to achieve maximum effect.

Even Gu Qici, who had been reborn, felt a pang of pity and wanted to speak up.

But she was afraid that her unusual behavior would arouse suspicion and affect the entire plan.

I choose to continue being a nobody.

The old cripple reluctantly took out the gold.

He gripped it tightly, and Huang Quan had to pull twice before finally managing to yank it out with brute force.

The matter should have ended there.

But Huang Quan doesn't play by the rules.

He threw the gold in his hand into the dog hole of a house across from the Jiang family's.

The old cripple was not angry but pleased, as if he understood Huang Quan's intentions.

So this is just a typical way for rich kids to have fun!

He didn't care; all he knew was that even if he crawled through that dog hole, his gold was still there!

The gold is still there!

As long as the gold is still there, nothing else matters!

Jiang Wanyu clenched her fists, almost unable to contain herself and about to show herself and denounce this scumbag.

“Old man, I never take things from others for free. It was my fault for not noticing your mobility issues earlier. Now I’m giving you a choice.”

“I’ll give you two more gold ingots. How much you keep depends on your greed. You can tell others that I threw the gold into that family’s dog hole. Of course, you can also hide one ingot and then take the other in the bustling city and have someone rob you ‘openly and honestly’ take it. The latter will ensure your safety.”

"Or, even if you get nothing, you can come to my lousy mountain and work as a handyman. You should still be able to eat your fill."

The old cripple understood perfectly well that he had finally met a true 'benefactor'.

With a very respectful tone: "Which one do you think I should choose, sir?"

Huang Quan shook his head: "I gave you the choice; I cannot choose for you."

"Yaoyao, how about we go work as servants for the adults?"

The old cripple bowed his head and asked his granddaughter.

Liu Xiyao looked somewhat dazed, her eyes darting around.

Overjoyed, the old cripple paid no attention to the details, assuming that Liu Xiyao had tacitly agreed to his choice.

He was overwhelmed with joy.

"Sir, I choose the second one!"

Two ingots of gold are certainly valuable, but in reality, no matter how well they are hidden, they will attract the attention of bad guys once he spends them.

He was just an old cripple.

A common man is innocent.

His only wish is for his granddaughter to grow up peacefully and without worry.

But because he was lame and too old, no shop was willing to hire him for odd jobs, so he ended up on the streets.

Huang Quan reached out and suddenly pulled at Gu Qici's waist.

This startled Gu Qici.

What is he trying to do?

Unbuckle your own belt?

Shall we set off some fireworks to celebrate?

Should I refuse?

Fortunately, things didn't turn out the way she expected.

Huang Quan removed the waist tag that symbolized Gu Qici's personal disciple and handed it to the old cripple.

"You're quite clever, unlike the silly girl before. A few pennies can save you for a while, but not forever. You said you were from the Heavenly Demon Sect—Gu Qici. If you mentioned my name, you wouldn't be doing menial tasks, but enjoying a life of luxury."

Huang Quan smiled helplessly.

"Take it. How you get to the Heavenly Demon Sect is your own problem. Anyway, I'm not a good person. It was just a spur-of-the-moment thing."

Heavenly Demon Sect.

One of the top sects in the Southern Region.

Even the wandering old man had heard of his great name.

A waist tag identifying a direct disciple of the Heavenly Demon Sect.

It's very light.

It is lighter than gold.

It's more important than his life.