Beggar Cultivation System-Chapter 291 : Basic Shrunk Technique

Apollo and Bluetooth were shrouded in water, their bodies completely invisible as they flew above the street near the beggar's spot.

They didn't immediately land. Instead, Apollo observed the scene below, scanning for anything unusual.

As expected, there was a long line of people in front of the Filly Restaurant. However, his attention wasn't on the queue. His focus shifted to a group of individuals approaching the restaurant. Narrowing his eyes, his vision zoomed in. He recognized Manager Fu and his assistant, accompanied by their usual goons. The way they walked clearly signaled trouble.

Letting out a sigh, Apollo patted the bird's head, signaling a descent toward the ground.

Although their bodies were still invisible, the sudden gust of wind from their landing caught everyone off guard.

Ignoring the startled reactions, Apollo jumped off Bluetooth's back and fixed his gaze on Manager Fu and his entourage. Their angry expressions, directed at the Filly Restaurant beside his beggar spot, didn't go unnoticed. Raising a finger, Apollo pointed directly at them.

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A small but swift flash of lightning shot from his fingertip. Within moments, Manager Fu, his assistant, and their lackeys began shaking violently. Seconds later, they collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

This was the second time they had tried to disrupt the peace of the Filly Restaurant—and the second time Apollo had stopped them.

Letting out another sigh, Apollo muttered to himself. When the hell are they going to learn? Just because they've learned some weak-ass technique doesn't mean they're strong.

Shaking his head, Apollo turned and walked toward his disciple, who was sitting in front of the beggar's spot. The boy was cultivating and begging simultaneously, his palms held above his forehead in the traditional posture.

Revealing himself from his invisibility, Apollo stood directly in front of Don. Despite his master's presence, Don remained still.

Smiling in satisfaction, Apollo tapped the boy's head. "Hey, I need to tell you something."

Don slowly lifted his face, squinting. "W-who are you?" he asked with a yawn, his vision still blurry from sleep.

"You're not cultivating—you're sleeping?" Apollo's voice dropped, low and cold.

Hearing the familiar tone, Don froze in confusion before realization struck. His eyes widened, and he hurriedly bowed to the ground. "Forgive me, Master! My body was too tired, so I couldn't help it! I will never do it again! Please don't disown me as your disciple!"

Apollo was momentarily speechless. Then, as he considered the boy's situation, his harshness softened. Don had walked for hours just to get here, and with his small feet, the journey must have been exhausting. Furthermore, even while sleeping, Don was still earning him Alm Points.

Letting out a sigh, Apollo said, "Just cultivate as much as you can… and beg. Remember, you're a beggar now—a true beggar—so you must beg with all your heart."

"Thank you, Master!" Don exclaimed, looking up with shining eyes. "I'll make sure to give my all to begging!"

"Alright, alright," Apollo said, waving a hand dismissively. "And like I told you before, stop bowing so much. People are staring at us."

"I'm sorry," Don said, stopping himself just before bowing.

"How's your cultivation?" Apollo asked.

"It's going great. I can feel strength surging through my body," Don replied, raising his hand and clenching it into a fist.

"That's good. But remember, your strength is nothing compared to others. There will always be people stronger than you," Apollo reminded him. He didn't want his disciple to become arrogant just because he had reached the 1st-Stage Foundation Stage, like so many others he had encountered. Glancing at the still-unconscious troublemakers, Apollo turned back to Don. "Raise your strength as soon as possible and help your friends."

"I will!" Don said, tears welling in his eyes.

Apollo nodded before glancing over his shoulder. His falcon, still invisible, was looking around curiously, occasionally bumping into people and startling them as they couldn't see what had hit them.

Slapping his forehead, Apollo let out a soft whistle. Bluetooth immediately flew over and landed in front of him.

Can't you change size or something? Apollo asked through Thought Transfer. Bluetooth tilted his head, paused for a moment, and then shook it.

Apollo frowned. At two meters tall, the Water-Attributed Falcon was simply too big for the beggar spot—it would be far too cramped.

Maybe the rooftop? Apollo glanced at the roof of the Filly Restaurant but quickly dismissed the idea. Bluetooth's excitement would surely lead to chaos as he explored the area.

Realizing he had no other option, Apollo turned to the System Store. As much as he hated spending Alm Points, he couldn't let the falcon remain this size—it would attract far too much attention.

He opened the System Store and searched for a solution. After a while, he purchased the cheapest item he could find: the Simple Shrunk Technique. It cost 10 Alm Points—a steep price for such a basic technique. Seeing his Alm Points reduced to 127.4 stung, but he reminded himself it was necessary to avoid future problems.

What if some young master decides to fancy my mount? Apollo thought. It'll just lead to more trouble, and I don't have time for that nonsense.

The moment he bought the technique, the knowledge entered his mind. Apollo quickly reviewed it and found the process quite simple—it didn't even require much Qi.

Once he understood it, Apollo raised his hand toward the Water-Attributed Falcon. The surrounding Qi began to swirl, gathering around Bluetooth and enveloping his body. With a single thought, the falcon shrank to the size of a small bluebird.

Seeing the transformation, Apollo smiled in satisfaction. Thankfully, the technique could be used on others as long as the target didn't resist.

With a wave of his hand, the now-miniature Bluetooth hovered briefly in the air before landing on Apollo's shoulder.

The tiny bird nuzzled Apollo's cheek, and the beggar smiled at the gentle sensation.

"You have a bird, Master?" Don asked, surprised to see the creature appear out of nowhere.

"I found him on the way back," Apollo replied. "From now on, he'll be another member of our Beggar Sect."

"Beggar Sect?" Don repeated, his eyes lighting up with excitement. So this is the name of my school? Very cool!

Don didn't mind becoming a beggar. As long as it made him stronger, he didn't care what others thought of him. Taking a deep breath, he closed his eyes and placed his hands above his forehead, ready to cultivate again.