As soon as he thought of this, Henry Shaw became a little excited, feeling that he might have found a path to advance in cultivation. If he could find a way to completely repair his dantian, perhaps he could go much further on the road of cultivation.

Henry Shaw was invigorated by his own speculation.

If things were really as he guessed, then his shattered dantian could definitely be repaired!

Slapping his thigh, Henry Shaw suddenly thought of the beggars in the city—giving alms should also be a good deed.

Almost breaking into a run, Henry Shaw dashed toward the department store.

The provincial capital’s department store was the city center, with a huge flow of people, so naturally there were some beggars here asking for money.

“That’s the one!”

Henry Shaw immediately spotted an elderly beggar. This was an old, pitiful-looking beggar, dressed in ragged clothes, his whole body covered in grime. One hand seemed to be tucked inside his clothes—at first glance, it looked like it had been amputated. In front of him was a large bowl with a few five and ten yuan bills inside.

Looking at the old man, Henry Shaw realized he must be starving; the man was lying on the ground, looking weak and listless.

Save the urgent first!

Henry Shaw hurried to a small stall and bought a box of noodles in a takeout container.

“Sir, have some noodles.”

Henry Shaw squatted down and handed over the steaming box of noodles.

The old man seemed too weak to even look at Henry Shaw, and didn’t take the box.

Seeing this, Henry Shaw thought he might as well go all the way with his good deed and decided to feed the old man himself. So he held the box, ready to feed him.

In order to repair his dantian, Henry Shaw was ready to go all out. He reached out to help the old man.

Huh!

Henry Shaw’s hand landed right on the spot where the hand was supposed to be missing, but to his surprise, it felt like there was actually a hand there.

When he squeezed it, Henry Shaw looked at the old man and quickly pulled open his clothes.

What Henry Shaw saw was a fair, tender hand hidden there.

What the hell!

Henry Shaw finally understood—he’d run into a fake beggar.

At this moment, the old man also realized Henry Shaw had discovered his secret. He stopped pretending, snorted, got up from the ground, grabbed his props, and strode away.

When Henry Shaw wanted to curse him out, the old man was already walking fast, quickly blending into the crowd.

Doing a good deed is really hard!

Henry Shaw could only smile wryly.

Determined to do a good deed, Henry Shaw started looking for another target. He didn’t want to try with beggars anymore—he really couldn’t tell if they were real or fake. As he rounded a street corner, Henry Shaw happened to see that old man walk into a pay toilet.

Seeing the old man again, Henry Shaw felt even more resentful and followed him inside.

He saw the old man enter a stall.

Henry Shaw didn’t care what others thought—today, he was determined to see what was up with this old man, maybe even say a few words to him.

Henry Shaw stood there waiting. Quite a few people came in to use the urinals, and whenever they noticed Henry Shaw looking their way, they would, intentionally or not, turn their bodies away a bit.

People were very wary of Henry Shaw standing there. In their eyes, it looked like Henry Shaw was watching them pee. In reality, Henry Shaw was just studying everyone’s dantian.

Seeing everyone act like that, Henry Shaw secretly curled his lip and found it a bit funny—so many people lacking confidence!

After more than ten minutes, just as Henry Shaw was getting impatient, the door finally opened.

As the door opened, something even more surprising happened—at a glance, Henry Shaw almost didn’t recognize him. Where was the old man? Now, he was a middle-aged man, completely transformed: suit and tie, shiny leather shoes. What shocked Henry Shaw even more was that he went to the sink, washed his face and hands with a towel, and all the black grime was wiped clean. After finishing, he looked in the mirror before heading out.

“I say, you have hands and feet—why pretend to be a beggar?” Henry Shaw was angry and shouted at the man.

“Mind your own business!” The middle-aged man snorted and strode out.

“If you dare to pretend to be a beggar there again, I’ll smash your setup!” Henry Shaw was truly angry now.

“Kid, if you dare meddle in my business, you’d better watch yourself!”

The middle-aged man glared fiercely at Henry Shaw, glanced at the puzzled onlookers, and strode out.

When Henry Shaw followed him out, he saw the man open the trunk of a BMW, toss in his bag of props, get in the car, and drive away.

Before leaving, the man turned and gave Henry Shaw a fierce glare.

No wonder I can’t repair my dantian—this isn’t doing a good deed at all!

Henry Shaw was in a bad mood now, and didn’t feel like giving alms anymore. He lowered his head and walked back to where he lived.

Chapter 003: Accidentally Did a Good Deed