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Shen Jiu learned from a young age that humans are fickle creatures, and that it only takes a pair of teary eyes and wobbling lips from a cute child to make almost anyone crumble.
“Oh, you poor thing!” The women crowding around him cooed as they reached into their purses. They patted his head and handed over their spare change, their hearts full from his lethal meng.
Idiots , he thought even as he gave them the most grateful thanks he could muster.
Pocketing the money, he smugly strode over to where Qi-ge was waiting with a slightly helpless expression on his face.
At least we don’t need to steal anymore . He thought, a bit intimidated by A-Jiu’s frighteningly effective method.
Who needed to steal when people would trip over themselves to help you?
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Shen Jiu’s teacher looked like a proud, lofty immortal, but in reality…
“A-Jiu, Shizun brought back these medicinal pills from Qian Cao for you. You’re so close to a breakthrough, A-Jiu must carefully ensure that he doesn’t injure himself.”
He was just as weak-willed as everyone else!
“Thank you, Shizun. This disciple is grateful for your care,” He said respectfully, not betraying his disdain.
His Shizun really doted on him, it was almost suffocating.
Though he supposed it wasn’t exactly a bad thing. At least he could guarantee his position as head disciple.