Beggar Cultivation System-Chapter 313 : Getting The Monkey Back

After breaking through the barrier that prevented entry, Apollo leaped from his mount, his body floating in front of the balcony where Master Li and the others stood.

Mathias and Axton exchanged confused glances.

'Did you invite him?' Axton asked.

'No. I was about to ask you the same thing,' Mathias replied through their Thought Transfer.

'Well, actually, I did invite him before, but he already refused. And now he's here,' Axton said, glancing at the beggar.

'Judging by his demeanor, he's not here for a friendly visit,' Mathias observed, noting how Apollo disregarded them entirely, his cold eyes fixed on the old man from the Middle Continent.

'I know what's happening,' Nathan's voice broke into their minds.

Axton connected Nathan to their Thought Transfer. 'Tell us.'

'That monkey—it belongs to Yoma,' Nathan revealed bluntly, his face serious.

Hearing this, realization struck the pair like lightning. They turned their eyes, filled with daggers, toward the Kleinford family head.

'What the hell? Why didn't you tell us this sooner?!' Mathias demanded, frustration evident in his tone.

'I planned to tell you when they were about to leave,' Nathan explained with a sigh. 'Anyway, there's nothing we can do, right? Yoma is here to reclaim his pet.'

'Nothing we can do?' Axton retorted. 'We'll stop them from fighting if it comes to that.'

He could feel the tension thickening with every passing second. Breaking the barrier and entering like this—then flying so threateningly in front of Master Li—was far from friendly.

Mathias silently agreed. Breaking the Thought Transfer, he turned to Master Li. "Master Li, this is Yoma, one of the Cultivators who helped us stop Klown from summoning the Demon."

"Hmm," Master Li responded with a noncommittal hum, narrowing his eyes at the floating youth. His gaze shifted to the monkey in his hands, brushing over it as though he were inspecting a fine treasure.

Mathias could only watch Yoma with pleading eyes, silently begging him not to escalate the situation.

'Yoma, we will take care of this. I'll ensure the monkey is returned to you,' Mathias promised through Thought Transfer.

Apollo ignored Mathias's attempts to mediate, his cold gaze unwavering as it pierced through Master Li.

"That monkey is mine," Apollo said firmly.

"Oh?" Master Li arched an eyebrow. "This monkey? Are you sure about that?"

"I am," Apollo affirmed, his eyes softening as they rested on his companion. "I suggest you hand him over. I have no desire to stay here any longer than necessary."

The moment Bubba saw Apollo, the monkey let out an excited shout. He squirmed in Master Li's hands, but his meager strength was no match for the old man's grip. All Bubba could do was cry out for his owner to save him.

"Hahaha!" Master Li's laughter echoed through the air, as if he'd just heard the most ridiculous joke. But his mirth vanished in an instant, replaced by a deadly seriousness. "I hail from the Middle Continent. I am someone even the Emperor dares not offend. I am an Elder of the main branch of the Great Serpent Cultivation Sect. My status commands respect, even from nations. The monkey is in my hands—care to show me the respect I deserve?"

As his words fell, the atmosphere grew suffocating. It was as though Death itself had descended, its gaze locked on everyone present.

Mathias and Axton stiffened. They knew Apollo had struck a nerve. One wrong word, and Apollo would face a force neither of them had the power to stop.

Axton didn't know the strength of Uncle Li. The reason he referred to the old man as Uncle was due to the seniority status within the sect. There were others like him who also called Master Li Uncle. However, Axton had little knowledge about the old man, especially when it came to his power.

But there was one thing he did know—Master Li was like most Elders: he despised disrespect. And Master Li? He reveled in having his greatness recognized. If anyone dared to trample on his pride, they would undoubtedly face a lesson they'd never forget—a lesson that often meant Death.

"Oh, so you're the great guy, the one with power and authority," Apollo said, putting a hand under his chin as if he'd finally understood. After nodding a few times, he smirked at Master Li. "So, with a status like yours, one even the Emperor dares not disrespect, why did you steal my monkey? What? Your status isn't enough for you to get your own monkey with your own power?"

Nathan Kleinford glanced between Master Li, Mathias, and Axton, then quietly took a couple of steps back, hiding himself from the escalating drama.

"Yoma, I think that's enough," Mathias said, a frown creasing his face.

"This is my monkey we're talking about," Apollo replied, glancing at the mayor.

"Let him keep it. They'll leave in a few hours, and by then, I think he'll return the monkey," Axton said from the side.

"Return?" Master Li sneered. "Why would I return something that already belongs to me?"

Mathias and Axton exchanged helpless glances.

Bubba's cries grew louder upon hearing those words.

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"Silence!" Master Li shouted, releasing a transparent Qi that enveloped the monkey, muffling its voice entirely.

Apollo frowned. He had anticipated this outcome and decided against pleasantries, opting to cut straight to the point. He had been right—this old man was the embodiment of a Young Master Syndrome, albeit aged into an old-age superiority complex.

And what irritated Apollo even more was this I'm-old-so-I'm-right syndrome paired with power to enforce it.

The atmosphere thickened following Master Li's shout. With a wave of his hand, the pressure in the air bore down on Apollo.

Apollo felt as though countless hands were pressing against his body, restricting his movements. He could even feel himself being forced to descend under the weight of the pressure. He knew Master Li was strong, but he hadn't expected such strength—enough to make simple movement arduous. Yet, Apollo maintained his composure.

"Bullying the weak. What a classic," Apollo said with a smirk. "Is that what the Great Serpent Sect is all about? Using strength to get what you want, even when it's wrong?"

Master Li's face twitched—a reaction Apollo didn't miss. "Don't bring my Sect into this."

"Why not?" Apollo chuckled. "That monkey is mine, and you stole it from me. I wonder what the other sects would think about that?"

Apollo's gaze shifted to Master Popo and Elmo, who remained silent observers.

Master Li followed Apollo's gaze. Realizing the precarious position he was in, he shot a cold glare at the beggar. Both the Sword and Shield Cultivation School and the Fire Shrine were branch sects in this city, tied to their main branches in the Middle Continent. If this situation were reported…

"Yoma, is it?" Master Li said, regaining his composure. "You see, this monkey has grown fond of me."

Encased in a transparent dome, Bubba shouted and shook his head vigorously.

'No! I don't like him one bit!'

Apollo read the monkey's lips and gave a reassuring nod.

"Bullsh*t," Apollo said. "Now give him back to me before I lose my temper."

"Not so fast," Master Li said, motioning for his disciple. In an instant, Kuo appeared beside him. "This is my disciple. If you manage to defeat him, I will return your monkey—the one who has supposedly grown fond of me and doesn't want to leave my side. But that is… only if you defeat him."