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Chapter 404 Defeating the Monster
The old man smiled and nodded approvingly: "Very good, are you ready? The road ahead is even more dangerous, but I am willing to be your guide and lend you a helping hand."
"I'm ready," the little beggar said fearlessly. "But please allow me to fulfill a promise before I set off."
He turned to look into the distance, where the traveling merchant awaited him with a face full of anticipation. The little beggar smiled, his heart filled with gratitude. He knew that along this journey, he was not only searching for Zhao De, but also receiving countless acts of warmth and support.
"Behind every dream lies countless support and encouragement. Zhao De, I'm getting closer and closer to you, and I'm gradually growing into someone who can fight alongside you."
The little beggar's steps were firm and powerful, each step seemingly proclaiming that he was no longer the lonely figure forgotten by the world. Whispers rose and fell among the crowd, each person recounting the incredible events that had just transpired in their own way.
"It's unbelievable! That kid actually defeated the monster all by himself!"
"It seems that the saying 'heroes come from all walks of life' is true."
"If this isn't a miracle, then what is?"
The little beggar approached the traveling merchant. Their eyes met, and without a word, the trust and understanding between them transcended a thousand words. The traveling merchant gently patted his shoulder, his smile full of satisfaction: "Child, you have proven yourself. Now, go pursue your dreams. Zhao De is surely waiting for you somewhere, ready to reunite with you."
"Thank you. Without you, I might not even have had the courage to begin." The little beggar's words were sincere and heartfelt. He bowed deeply, not only to the traveling merchant, but also to all those who had given him help and support.
Just as the little beggar was about to embark on a new journey with the old man, an old woman holding a flute slowly walked out from the crowd, her eyes gleaming with an unusual light: "Young man, how can your journey be without the sound of blessings? Let me play a tune for you, may it be the strongest support for your journey."
The melodious sound of a flute filled the air, like a spring breeze sweeping across a desolate land, bringing life and hope. Among the onlookers, some listened with their eyes closed, while others silently shed tears; every heart found resonance in this melody.
"It's wonderful! It's like seeing a bright future," a young man exclaimed.
"Yes, if everyone could be like him, undaunted by difficulties and persistent in pursuing their dreams, how different this world would be," the aunt next to her chimed in, her eyes sparkling with longing.
As the flute music faded, the little beggar felt as if he had been given new strength. He turned to face the old man, his eyes gleaming with determination: "Now, I am ready to face any challenge."
The old man nodded in satisfaction and unfolded an ancient map marked with many unknown places: "Then, let us set off. Remember, the real trial has only just begun, and I will teach you how to harness the power hidden deep within you."
Just as the two were about to leave, a ragged child squeezed through the crowd, ran up to the little beggar, and asked with admiration in his eyes, "Big brother, can you teach me how to be as brave as you?"
The little beggar bent down, gently patted the child's head, and smiled warmly and encouragingly: "Of course you can. As long as you have a dream in your heart and dare to pursue it, you too can become the person you want to be."
Chapter 405 The Ancient Secret
Chapter 405 The Ancient Secret
"When we embark on a journey, it's not just about pursuing something, but also about sowing seeds of hope. In the future, perhaps more people like you will choose to stand up and change their destiny because of this courage and perseverance." The old man's whisper seemed to echo in the air, adding a touch of mystery and anticipation to the journey.
"So, where do we go next?" the little beggar asked, his eyes filled with longing for the future.
The old man smiled mysteriously and pointed to a location on the map: "There, there is a forgotten ruin, said to hide ancient secrets that can reveal the inexplicable fate between you and Zhao De. But remember, the journey is long and fraught with danger, so you must be mentally prepared."
"No matter what awaits me ahead, I will not back down." The little beggar's words revealed a firm determination. He looked in the distant direction, his heart filled with both fear of the unknown and a desire to face the challenge.
As the two figures gradually disappeared into the distance, the surrounding crowd began to discuss among themselves, their eyes filled with amazement and anticipation.
"See that? That kid actually managed to embark on a journey with that old man. That's an opportunity that not everyone gets!" A young blacksmith put down his hammer, his gaze fixed on the gradually blurring figure.
"Yes, I've heard that old man has extraordinary skills. To be able to find him as a teacher, this little beggar's life is a hundred times better than ours, who toil all day long," the old tailor remarked, his needle and thread moving back and forth without affecting his focus.
In the crowd, a richly dressed young man, a wealthy merchant's son, sneered: "Hmph, it's nothing but empty talk. Do they really think they can achieve great things? Wait until they encounter real difficulties, then let's see how they'll still be laughing."
However, these dismissive remarks did not resonate with the public; instead, they drew a murmur of discontent. A voice rang out clearly: "Who can argue with that? But at least they have the courage to try and pursue, unlike some people who have gold and silver treasures but can't even touch the edge of their dreams."
The wealthy merchant's son's expression changed, and he was about to retort when his father pulled him back. "Calm down. How can we predict the affairs of this world? Perhaps this boy really can make a name for himself." A hint of envy flashed in his father's eyes.
As the journey of the little beggar and the old man unfolds, their legend quietly spreads through towns and villages. Every night, around the campfire, someone would mention the brave little beggar and his mysterious mentor, their story inspiring the hearts of every listener.
Finally, on a moonlit night, the two arrived at the forgotten ruins. The runes on the ancient stone tablets shimmered faintly in the moonlight, exuding an indescribable majesty and mystery.
"This is our destination." The old man's voice echoed through the empty ruins. He gently touched a stone tablet, and a beam of light flashed, revealing a staircase leading underground. "The secret lies hidden underground, but remember, only those with pure hearts and courage can unveil its veil."
The little beggar took a deep breath, his eyes filled with both trepidation and excitement: "I'm ready. No matter what lies ahead, I will forge ahead."
The two ventured deeper into the ruins, the air growing increasingly heavy, as if the weight of history pressed down on their hearts. Suddenly, a deep rumble resounded, and a stone door slowly opened, revealing a room radiant with light. In the center sat an ancient book glowing with an eerie light.
Chapter 406 Heavenly Sound
Chapter 406 Heavenly Sound
The old man gently opened the ancient book, and a beam of light enveloped the little beggar. He felt an unprecedented energy surging within him, a power that belonged to him, strong yet warm.
"Remember, this power is not only for fighting, but also for protecting. When you understand this, the destiny between you and Zhao De will naturally become clear." The old man's voice echoed in my ears, like heavenly music.
Just as the little beggar was immersed in the shock of his newly acquired power, a deep and familiar voice echoed from the depths of the ruins: "Very good, you've finally come, little beggar. I am Zhao De, and our story is only just beginning..."
"Zhao De? What's he doing here? What's the connection between him and me?" The little beggar's eyes searched the darkness, his heart pounding, filled with questions and curiosity.
"It seems the legendary showdown is about to unfold in these ancient ruins!" A cloaked passerby, hiding in the shadows, muttered to himself, his eyes gleaming with greed and excitement. "Zhao De, that legendary powerhouse, and this suddenly rising little beggar—their clash will surely shake the entire continent!"
The little beggar clenched his fists, the newfound power within him bolstering his confidence: "Zhao De, whatever fate lies between us, I will face it bravely. To protect those I cherish, I will never back down!"
“Courage is commendable, but ignorance is equally terrible.” Zhao De’s figure gradually emerged from the shadows. He was tall and mighty, surrounded by a faint spiritual aura. Every step he took seemed to be on the void. “Do you know, little beggar, our meeting is an arrangement of fate, and also a continuation of the grudges from a thousand years ago.”
The surrounding broken stone statues seemed to sense the confrontation between the two, trembling slightly, as if even this land was tense for the upcoming contest.
"Looks like this is going to be interesting!" A few explorers quietly approached, whispering among themselves. "That kid dares to challenge Lord Zhao De. Is he just ignorant of his own limitations, or does he actually have some skill?"
"Hmph, we'll find out soon enough." One of them scoffed, but couldn't hide the anticipation in his eyes.
The little beggar straightened his back, his gaze resolute: "Zhao De, if the destiny you speak of is merely an endless struggle, then I am willing to use my power to rewrite it. To bring this all to an end."
"What a fine idea to rewrite fate!" Zhao De chuckled, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. "Then let me see if you have the ability to do this."
As they spoke, two immense energies converged within the ruins, stirring up gusts of air. The surrounding rocks trembled under the force of the powerful energy, as if the entire world was shaking in anticipation of this duel.
"This...this power is simply unbelievable!" The onlookers were shocked and retreated, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.
"It seems this place will become the starting point of a new legend today." The cloaked passerby smiled meaningfully and quietly left, seemingly brewing some plan in his mind.
Just as the two forces were about to collide, the little beggar suddenly spoke up: "Zhao De, no matter the outcome, I hope..."
"Hope for what?" For the first time, a hint of gentleness appeared in Zhao De's eyes, as if he had begun to rethink this fateful battle.
"Hopefully, after this, we can find a path that doesn't end in hatred and conflict. What this world needs is not endless fighting, but understanding and reconciliation."
Chapter 407 The Real Answer
Chapter 407 The Real Answer
Before the words were finished, a distant bell rang out from the depths of the ruins, seemingly a response to the conversation, or perhaps an ancient prophecy foreshadowing the beginning of a new chapter.
"It seems you still have a long way to go, little beggar." Zhao De put away his previous sharp aura and smiled faintly. "Our agreement ends here. Someday in the future, we may find the real answer from different perspectives."
As Zhao De's figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, the little beggar watched the direction he had left, his heart filled with mixed emotions. A battle that he thought was inevitable had ended in such a way, which both surprised him and filled him with new expectations for the future.
"It's unbelievable that a little beggar could actually make Lord Zhao De stop... What kind of secret is hidden between them?" The onlookers discussed among themselves, their faces filled with astonishment and confusion.
The little beggar turned around, his tattered clothes unable to conceal his pride. The whispers and exclamations around him were like autumn winds sweeping away fallen leaves. He simply smiled calmly, without explanation or lingering, and stepped out of the ruins, leaving behind a trail of amazement and speculation.
"Who exactly is this guy? He can actually sit and talk to Lord Zhao De on equal footing, and even made the cold-blooded Zhao De show a rare tenderness." A burly man rubbed his hands together, his eyes sparkling with admiration and curiosity, and said to his friend beside him.
"Yes, I heard that the little beggar came from a humble background, yet he possesses such great strength and profound knowledge. It's truly admirable," his friend agreed, his words tinged with envy.
As the little beggar walked, the hustle and bustle of the town gradually drew near. Passersby looked at him with surprise or awe, while children excitedly gathered around. A few of the bolder ones stepped forward and asked curiously, "Big brother, did you really defeat Lord Zhao De?"
The little beggar knelt down and gently stroked a child's head, his smile as warm as the spring sunshine: "Defeating isn't important; what's important is that we learn to understand and forgive. Remember, in every story, fighting is not the final answer."
The children stared wide-eyed, nodding as if they understood, yet they were captivated by this wisdom that transcended worldly concerns.
In the town's teahouse, the news had spread, and people were whispering and discussing it. An elderly man shook his head, holding his teacup and sighing softly, "This world is so unpredictable. Once upon a time, might made right, but now it seems that wisdom and magnanimity are equally important."
Upon hearing this, the young scholar put down his brush and pondered, "The old man is right. Perhaps the appearance of the little beggar is meant to teach us this lesson. Beyond force, the battle of hearts is the real battlefield."
As night fell, the little beggar sat alone on a small hill outside the town, gazing at the twinkling stars, his heart filled with mixed emotions. Just then, a mysterious figure in a cloak quietly approached him, his voice deep and familiar: "I have heard your words. Rewriting destiny is not just talk; it requires an unwavering heart and endless effort."
The little beggar turned his head, and their eyes met. It was the cloaked passerby who had smiled and left by the ruins. "Who are you? Why are you so interested in me?" he asked bluntly.
The cloaked figure smiled slightly, lifted the brim of his hood to reveal a pair of sharp, deep eyes: "Who I am is not important. What matters is that I see potential in you, a power that can lead the world towards peace and understanding. Are you willing to accept this challenge?"
Chapter 408 The Way of Harmony
Chapter 408 The Way of Harmony
The little beggar was silent for a moment, then nodded firmly: "If this can bring about real change, I'm willing to try."
“Very good.” The cloaked figure handed him an ancient scroll. “This is the ‘Way of Harmony’ from an ancient prophecy. Only those with great love in their hearts can comprehend its true meaning. The road ahead will be full of unknowns and challenges, but remember, you will never be alone.”
Under the moonlight, the little beggar gripped the scroll tightly in his hands, his eyes gleaming with an unprecedented determination and light. In the distance, the town lights twinkled, seemingly witnessing this moment silently, foreshadowing the beginning of a new era.
“Then, from now on, I will no longer be the little beggar people talk about, but…” His words trailed off as he looked at the cloaked man, seemingly seeking affirmation.
A hint of approval flickered in the cloaked figure's eyes as he gently patted the little beggar's shoulder: "Who you are is for you to define. But remember, every hero, before becoming a legend, is just a grain of sand in the mortal world. Go, write history with your actions, and let people remember your new name."
The little beggar took a deep breath, stood up, and pressed the scroll tightly against his chest, as if it held a light that was about to bloom. "I will. From this day forward, I am—the Seeker of the Way."
As the night breeze swept by, the cloaked figure gradually disappeared into the darkness, leaving only a faint verse echoing in the air: "Seeker, may your journey be illuminated by starlight, guiding the lost to find the beacon of hope."
The next morning, the town was once again bustling with activity. The little beggar—or rather, the seeker of truth—stepped into the town square. In the sunlight, he looked remarkably different; his once dull eyes now shone with determination and hope.
"Look, isn't that the little beggar from yesterday? How come his demeanor has changed so drastically overnight?" Passersby began to discuss among themselves, their eyes filled with astonishment.
An elderly woman selling vegetables put down her scales, widened her eyes, and exclaimed, "You really can't judge a book by its cover! It seems a great person is about to emerge from our town!"
Several children gathered around, and one of the bolder boys looked up and asked, "Big brother, are you going to be a great hero? Can you take us on an adventure?"