Beggar Cultivation System

Cultivators are known to move mountains, split the sea, and pull giant blazing rocks from the sky. This is all true—they can do many things unimaginable to normal men. Just like how they reconstructed the tallest mountain in the area of Klown City.

In one of the quiet corridors leading to a bathroom area in the mountain, the sound of footsteps echoed as an obese man waited beside the wall.

"Holst," Klown said, seeing his butler walking toward him.

"My Lord," Holst bowed his head, and compared to when he did it for other people, his bow was almost vertical.

"How did it go?" Klown asked, his face serious. The amiable smile he had displayed to the visitors was long gone. He radiated an aura of coldness and fierceness at the same time. If one looked at him and compared him to when he was around people, it was like comparing heaven and earth—no, it was like comparing heaven and hell.

"I think you must have heard already that we managed to kill the Alphadusk," Holst said.

"I've heard about it. It's such a shame that he's still alive," Klown said. "What I want to know is, did you get it?"

"I did," Holst nodded, taking out an object from within his suit. It was a small glass jar with a wooden cap that could fit in one's palm. Inside the jar was a dark green liquid that swayed as the butler handed it to the mayor.

Taking a close look at it, Klown smiled lightly before handing it back. "Tell our alchemist to recreate it as soon as possible."

"Will do, my lord," Holst put the jar back inside his suit. What was inside the glass jar was the same liquid they used to immobilize the Alphadusk. It was created by Helen, the branch manager of the Alchemist House, who handed them three objects at the last minute, ensuring their victory.

Holst took that chance to steal one of the jars, which was now inside his suit. They would definitely find out that one of the jars was missing, but he didn't care, as he was confident that they would never know he had stolen it.

"Hehe, luck was on our side that the Alpha happened to stay in that forest," Klown couldn't help but chuckle.

"It's your wits that have brought us one step closer to completing our plan," Holst said, his squinted eyes remaining the same, but his lips had already turned into a smile.

"I know," Klown nodded, not humble in taking the credit. "But they have sniffed us out."

"Those three Headmasters?" Holst asked.

"Yes," Klown nodded. "They are really smart, but they can't do a thing with only their suspicions. What's the situation with the Cultivation Techniques and the Battle Techniques?"@@novelbin@@

"They have been distributed to dozens of people, cultivators or not, and it's only a matter of time before more find out," Holst answered.

"Good. We will lie low for the time being. The stolen techniques are out in the open. No matter how much they want to minimize the damage, what's done is done. The situation is favoring us," Klown said. "Furthermore, we put a strong Mind Binding on the thieves.

If anyone tries to pry into it, it will kill them."

Klown orchestrated all of this by sending some of his men to steal the techniques from the Martial School. Of course, it was harder than it sounded, and many of his men had died trying. However, what mattered more was the end result, as they managed to complete the mission. Besides, there were plenty of disposable men he could deploy.

"But the Headmasters—they will never let this slide," Holst warned.

"I know," Klown said with a confident smile, "but it will be too late for them."

The Headmasters of the Great Serpent Cultivation School, the Sword and Shield, and the Fire Shrine Martial School are not to be trifled with. Furthermore, besides them, there are noble families who are against the mayor.

Klown has many obstacles he needs to overcome to complete his plan, and one of them, who is on the same level as the Headmasters or even higher, is the Helflick Family Head, Mathias.

Thinking about that man, Klown knew that Mathias was playing it safe. There's no way a Core Creation Cultivator couldn't sense that something was brewing within the city, but he hadn't done anything to show his stance—at least, not until a moment ago, when Mathias openly said that his arms were open to help the Headmasters.

"Mathias, he's siding with them," Klown muttered in a low voice.

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Hearing this, Holst didn't seem surprised. "My Lord, isn't that why you wanted his girl to die?"

"Haha, you are right," Klown said, patting Holst on the shoulder. "I bet she tasted good. Anyway, tell that kid to do his best. Let him know that I'm watching him."

Klown was referring to Arke, who he had tasked with killing Bel Helflick.

"I will. But what about his other mission? He isn't showing any signs of progress," Holst asked.

"Who said I'm letting him go, even if he completes all his missions?" Klown's eyes turned cold as he licked his lips. "Besides, Leone is no more, and even if that kid lives, there's nothing he can do. I just want my plan to be perfect."

The two talked for a while before they parted ways. Klown's amiable and friendly smile returned the moment he arrived at the floating platform, while Holst went to find Arke.

Master Popo was already back, eating fruits and drinking wine with the others. Fortunately, he was standing—otherwise, the moment he took his seat, he would display something inappropriate.

"Everyone, sorry for the wait," Klown said. "I called for the food along the way, so eat as much as you can and don't hold back!"

With a clap, the waiters entered the platform, holding trays filled with delicacies. What stood out the most was the meat, and the intense aroma coming from it made the onlookers gulp unknowingly.

"What kind of monster did you kill for this meat to have such an aroma?" one of the visitors asked with a laugh.

"It was Alphadusk Shadowtail," Klown answered, and the moment his words fell, the visitors exclaimed in surprise.

"Really?! Wow, then we must taste this!"