Being Yue Buqun’s Disciple, My Master’s Wife is Teasing Me! Chapter 16: Giving Grace to Huang Rong and Forcing Her to Give Her Body!

Ouch!

The young beggar tumbled onto her rear. Not only did her posterior sting, but her head also throbbed. She felt as though she had collided with solid metal instead of a person. "Are you blind? Can't you watch where you're going?" the little beggar exclaimed, scrambling upright and pointing an accusatory finger at Yang Huan.

Yang Huan surveyed the young beggar before her. She was grimy and dark, resembling a small lump of coal, yet beneath the dirt, her features were undeniably lovely and captivating. Her large, luminous eyes were particularly striking. It was precisely this allure that had prevented Yang Huan from striking her earlier. Otherwise, a sword would have already been drawn.

"Little beggar, allow me to apprehend you!" At that very moment, a burly man, wielding a rolling pin, seized the small beggar by the scruff of her neck. The little beggar whirled around abruptly, shoving the burly man away. She then scurried behind Yang Huan, making a comical face at the pursuer. The mischievous expression lent her an endearing appearance.

Yang Huan surmised that the young beggar concealed martial arts prowess; she was no ordinary girl. Her skills, Yang Huan sensed, were not insignificant. After a moment's consideration, he raised a hand, signaling the burly man to halt, and inquired, "Brother, what seems to be the trouble with this young sister?"

"What business is it of yours?" the burly man retorted gruffly. Yang Huan's gaze sharpened, growing cold. "Brother, I advise you to speak respectfully while I am addressing you." The burly man, a commoner, was visibly intimidated by Yang Huan's penetrating stare. Recognizing the extraordinary bearing of the young man before him, he deduced that Yang Huan likely possessed martial arts capabilities.

"This little urchin pilfered my buns, and I was merely administering a lesson. Any objections?" the burly man's tone softened somewhat as he attempted to reason with Yang Huan. "How much for the buns? I shall compensate you." Yang Huan stated immediately. "Twenty wens! Not a copper less!" the burly man declared, extending his hand.

"Twenty wens? Are you mad?" The little beggar, who had been peeking from behind Yang Huan's protective stance, thrust her head out and cried aloud. Had it been an ordinary individual, payment would have been rendered without question. However, Yang Huan was far from ordinary. He smiled faintly. "So, twenty wens for a single bun. Are you attempting to extort me?"

"This bun is worth twenty wens! If you wish to aid this little beggar, pay up. If you're short on coin, be on your way!" the burly man proclaimed with an air of arrogance. Despite suspecting Yang Huan's martial arts proficiency, he felt no fear. This was Luocheng, and he had been vending buns on this very street for over a decade, cultivating certain connections. Should a confrontation arise, he could easily summon a dozen of his associates for support. Naturally, to seasoned martial arts experts, a dozen commoners posed little threat. However, any brawl would inevitably draw the attention of the authorities, simplifying matters considerably.

Initially, the situation involved the young beggar stealing his steamed buns, placing him in the right. Even if Yang Huan were to assault him, he could still extort more money. With this line of reasoning, the steamed bun vendor felt emboldened. But who exactly was Yang Huan? He was a notorious villain, bound to an evil system! As a paramount villain, it was already gracious of him to engage in reasonable discourse. To dare extort money from him?! Who granted such audacity?

Bang! Yang Huan delivered a palm strike to the burly man, sending him hurtling over ten meters away! The sheer force of his palm was terrifyingly potent! The burly man, weighing no less than two hundred catties, was propelled backward by Yang Huan's blow. He crashed heavily onto the ground, spewing a mouthful of blood. After a brief struggle, he lay motionless. The gathered onlookers observed him, checked for a pulse, and confirmed the burly man had met his end.

"He killed someone! He killed someone!" The crowd, witnessing Yang Huan's swift and unhesitating act of killing, scattered in terror. The little beggar, however, who had been hiding behind Yang Huan, was also momentarily stunned. She approached the burly man and, confirming his demise, felt a surge of guilt wash over her.

"Let us depart, girl." As the little beggar was enveloped by guilt, Yang Huan materialized behind her. The young beggar looked up at him and immediately demanded, "Why are you so ruthless? He merely intended to extort twenty wens from you, and you killed him outright?"

"And what? Should I have allowed him to extort from me? Furthermore, I acted to assist you, did I not? His demise is also a consequence of your actions." Yang Huan stated nonchalantly, as if taking a life was a trivial matter in his eyes. [Ding! Excessive killing has triggered the evil system.] [Reward: Two years of pure internal Qi.] The system's rewards were neither exceptionally generous nor disappointingly meager; they were acceptable.

While two years might seem brief, the accumulation of minor moments can amount to a considerable duration.

You're causing harm to others. Aren't you concerned about retribution? the beggar inquired angrily from Yang Huan.

A sense of guilt lingered in her heart.

However, observing the actual perpetrator, she saw not a shred of remorse.

This realization struck her: he was not a decent individual.

Initially, the beggar merely intended to playfully engage with the burly man, yet she inadvertently led to his demise, a fact that weighed on her conscience.

If karma truly exists, then there's nothing to fear, Yang Huan responded with a grin. The authorities will be arriving shortly, and I have no desire to interact with them. It's too much of a hassle, so let's depart swiftly, Yang Huan declared with a smile to the beggar.

Who wants to accompany you? the beggar retorted fiercely, cautioning Yang Huan to refrain from provoking her.

Then, she lowered herself, attempting to lift the burly man.

Despite not being the one who killed him, she felt accountable for his passing and wished to assist him.

But Yang Huan seized her shoulder, saying with a smile, I lent you a hand, and now you owe me. You're quite attractive, so you should stay with me.

Dream on! Release me! the beggar commanded icily, sensing her internal Qi beginning to surge.

Your agreement is not required, Yang Huan sneered.

You impudent brat! I preferred not to engage with you, but you're practically begging for it. I shall grant your wish! With these words, the beggar unleashed a formidable palm strike at Yang Huan.

Her martial prowess was certainly not to be underestimated!

1. Huang Rong is a fictional female protagonist in the wuxia novel The Legend of the Condor Heroes by Jin Yong.

https://en.m.wikipedia.org/wiki/Huang_Rong