Quick Transmigration: Survive to the End

How could someone who hasn't been home for three years possibly know anyone?

Yinyin looked up at the young man walking quickly towards her. He was dressed in fine clothes and looked to be about the same age as Lin Jingjing. His face looked similar and somewhat familiar.

“You don’t recognize me?” the boy said, sounding a little aggrieved. “When you came to my house a few years ago, we played the Nine Linked Rings together.”

Did you ever play the Nine Linked Rings game at his house?

Yinyin thought for a while, then tentatively asked, "Brother Yuan?"

Young Master Xiaoyuan immediately smiled and said, "I knew that Sister Yinyin wouldn't forget me."

I haven't forgotten, but remembering it might not be for anything good.

In Yin Yin's memory, the Yuan family, who came from a salt merchant background, had a lot of interesting affairs. Salt merchants showing off their wealth and spending millions of taels of silver was nothing to them.

One of his uncles lost a bet and, after drinking, jumped naked off a pleasure boat and swam back to shore. Another uncle, whose marriage was strained, would throw silver coins into the water to make a splash, and whoever retrieved them would receive a reward.

His family had experienced many similar incidents. It could be said that when Yinyin was still an infant, she heard her wet nurse and others discussing his family's affairs.

Yinyin asked curiously, "How did Brother Yuan recognize me?"

"It was just a guess, but since you haven't changed much, and it was right in front of your shop with your servants, I mustered up the courage to come and ask," Young Master Xiaoyuan glanced into the shop subconsciously, and seeing no one else come out, he asked, "Did you come out to play by yourself, Sister Yinyin?"

Yinyin shook her head, but when she saw his eyes light up, she said, "I came out with my dad."

Young Master Xiaoyuan's face showed a hint of disappointment, but he quickly said, "Then Sister Yinyin must have been unable to stay in the shop and came out. Where do you want to go? Just tell me, I know the city well!"

"I wasn't planning on going anywhere, just wandering around," Yin Yin politely declined. "If Brother Yuan has something to do, please go ahead and do your own thing."

Ohara seemed oblivious to her refusal: "What do I have to do? I just eat, drink, and play every day."

“We haven’t seen each other for years. It’s lucky that we met today. Since you haven’t decided where to go, why don’t you come with me? I’ll take you to try the must-try delicacies in various parts of the city.”

If it were just his overly friendly manner, Yin Yin could still refuse, but when he said he would take her out for a nice meal, Yin Yin couldn't help but be tempted.

Since she didn't know where to go anyway, having a familiar local to lead the way was a good thing.

To ensure Yin Yin had a good time and fun, Young Master Xiao Yuan quickly devised a suitable route. It wasn't far, and there were plenty of places to eat. If Yin Yin got tired, she could always come back.

After Yin Yin tried both restaurants and found the food quite delicious, she chatted with him for a while longer. Only then did Young Master Xiao Yuan casually inquire, "Why haven't I seen either of you sisters come out to visit in the past two years?"

Hearing his question, Yin Yin breathed a sigh of relief; she had finally gotten the question out.

Thinking of her parents' instructions, Yinyin said, "These past few years, my family has been busy, so my parents sent us to stay with relatives in other places. That's why we're not home much."

“I see,” Young Master Ohara responded, then added, “In a family like ours, it’s understandable that we might not be able to take care of everything properly when things get busy, but there’s no need to leave home. We can stay with relatives and keep a few servants in the mansion.”

"Growing up with your own parents is always different, don't you think, Yin Yin?"

Yinyin pretended not to understand his words: "Whether you stay at home or at a relative's house, you'll be happy every day and have no worries."

Young Master Ohara couldn't help but want to say a few more words, but suddenly a dirty figure bumped into him.

"Hey, who is it?" Young Master Xiaoyuan said, somewhat annoyed. "Can't you watch where you're going?"

Yinyin looked at the person who had bumped into Young Master Xiaoyuan and ended up on the ground, and gently raised her eyebrows.

Just as he bumped into her, Yin Yin saw with her own eyes that his hand reached into the purse hanging on Xiao Yuan Gongzi's back.

So even though this person was dressed in tattered clothes and looked pitiful lying on the ground, Yin Yin felt no sympathy whatsoever.

People around noticed what was happening and gathered around.

Seeing the boy who had bumped into him trembling on the ground, and the young master Xiaoyuan's face turning red with anger, they assumed that the young master Xiaoyuan was bullying the weak and pointed at him.

Now, Young Master Ohara was even angrier, and even a little aggrieved.

Just then, Yin Yin noticed that the child was looking left and right, preparing to run away. She instructed a servant who was with her, "Hold the child down and don't let him run away."

The servant immediately obeyed and picked up the child who had fallen to the ground.

“Hey, this little girl,” someone stepped forward, “how can you bully her like this!”

Young Master Xiaoyuan stood in front of Yinyin: "What are you? Which eye of yours saw us bullying someone? This kid clearly appeared out of nowhere and bumped into me. I didn't fall, but he did. Is that what you call bullying?"

As soon as Mr. Ohara said those words, the whole story became clear, and the murmurs among the onlookers ceased.

Even the person who thought they were standing up for justice was speechless for a moment, and then said, "So what if he bumped into you? He looks so pitiful, and you're still making a fuss about it. It's your fault."

"Not letting it go?" Yin Yin stepped out from behind Young Master Yuan. "You mean, if someone bumps into you on the street for no reason, you can't even accept an apology?"

“I, I didn’t say that,” the man said weakly, still unwilling to admit it, pointing at the child who had bumped into him, “I just felt sorry for the child. You are all dressed so richly, why bother arguing with him?”

Yinyin glanced at the person who spoke and whispered, "Brother Yuan, I saw that child touch your purse when he bumped into you. Check if anything is missing."

Young Master Ohara immediately realized what was happening, pulled off the money pouch at his waist, and saw that it was empty.

With a stern face, he ignored the people who came out to speak on his behalf and stepped forward to tear the clothes off the child who had been captured.

Yinyin reacted quickly, preventing the child from running away. Since there were servants from the Lin family nearby, he couldn't approach anyone else, and with so little space on his body, he couldn't hide anything. So, when Young Master Yuan pulled, the loose silver and banknotes in the child's arms fell to the ground.

Now everyone understands that this child is a thief.

Immediately, those who had sympathized with him turned cold and looked at him with disgust. Even those who had spoken up for him cursed him and disappeared into the crowd.

"Send him to the authorities!" Young Master Xiaoyuan ordered his money to be packed up, gritting his teeth as he said, "Send him to the authorities immediately!"

Just then, a laugh came from the rooftop next to them: "So young, yet you can't stand being taken advantage of."

The child, who had been held captive by the Lin family servants, stopped feigning pitifulness and cried out with bright eyes, "Master!"

WTF?

Yinyin doubted she had heard correctly. Why should someone who is young have to suffer?

In this world, there are only losses that one must suffer due to insufficient strength, but there is never a reason why one must suffer losses because of being young.

As Yinyin looked up at the roof, she saw a man dressed in white brocade lightly land on the ground. He tapped the wrist of a Lin family servant with his fan, and the servant loosened his grip.

In the blink of an eye, the child was freed and landed beside him.

The servant dared not linger by his side and returned directly to Yin Yin and the other person, subtly protecting them.

"I know who it is, it's the King of Thieves, Zhuo Sikong!"

"Zhuo Sikong? That Zhuo Sikong who often robbed the rich to help the poor and never took anyone's life?"

Seeing that the crowd's attitude was gradually shifting because of Zhuo Sikong's fame, Yin Yin's face turned cold: "What King of Thieves? He's just a thief. Does his fame mean he didn't steal?"

Yinyin's words made sense, and naturally, many reasonable people in the crowd echoed her sentiments.

Zhuo Sikong had been a wanderer in the martial world for many years, but he was ostracized by a young girl because of teaching his junior apprentice. He glanced at his apprentice before looking at Yin Yin.

Yinyin is pretty, and Lin's mother dressed her up nicely before she went out. Although she wasn't smiling, she was still unusually cute.

Zhuo Sikong glanced at her a few more times, then forgot what she had just said: "You're a really pretty girl. Come home with me and be my apprentice's wife."

As soon as he said this, the Lin family servants quickly stepped in front of him, and Young Master Xiaoyuan also tucked Yinyin behind him, hiding her completely.

"Pah!" Yin Yin pulled the young master Xiao Yuan aside. "King of Thieves? I think he's just a human trafficker!"

Zhuo Sikong is a well-known figure in the martial arts world, but isn't Xuan Nu also one?

If Yinyin doesn't step forward today, and is recognized when she goes out with Xuan Nu as a guest one day, not only will she lose face, but the entire Xuan Nu sect will also be disgraced.

Yinyin held the signal to contact the Xuan Nu Sect members tightly in her hand, ready to call for help should Zhuo Sikong make the slightest move.

Now that the Xuan Nu Sect has reopened its gates for several months, Yin Yin happens to know that some of the sect's elders have taken on orders in this area.

Just as she was about to send a signal, another childish voice came from the crowd.

“That’s right! It’s clearly a case of the big thief teaching the small thief, and then blaming the victim for not handing over what they wanted to steal, telling them to just rob them.”

"After his purpose was exposed, he still tried to coerce the young girl. Does this kind of scum even deserve to be called the King of Thieves?"

The crowd parted, and a young man in brocade robes, who looked slightly older than Yin Yin, stepped out, accompanied by a silent servant.

Others might think this servant is unremarkable, but Yin Yin has been learning kung fu for several years and has a good eye. This servant looks like he is at least a second-rate master.

If Zhuo Sikong found Yin Yin's conversation amusing and didn't take her seriously, then the appearance of this servant made him wary.

If Zhuo Sikong were to only consider his lightness skill, he could rival the peak of the first-class level; but in terms of martial arts alone, he was actually only between the first and second class.

Compared to Yin Yin, Zhuo Sikong saw even more.

For example, the child who came out of the new station was wearing a piece of fine silk, and even a simple accessory he wore was a priceless treasure. Moreover, these items were not only of high quality, but their craftsmanship was also of the highest caliber, originating from the imperial court.

Zhuo Sikong, who had originally wanted to say a few more words, obediently apologized and flew away with his disciple.

With everyone gone, the excitement naturally died down. The onlookers dispersed, and Yinyin carefully put away the things she used to contact her disciples.

When she gets home, she will definitely write a long letter to her master and tell her all about this Zhuo Sikong.

However, the name Zhuo Sikong sounded somewhat familiar. Back at the Xuan Nu Sect, Hongyao had told them about various martial arts factions, but for those like the King of Thieves, whose lineage was less clear, she had only given them a general mention of their names. Today was the first time Yin Yin had heard the names King of Thieves and Zhuo Sikong connected.

Yinyin was preoccupied with her own thoughts and didn't say anything.

Young Master Xiaoyuan and the child who had just come out and called himself the Third Young Master had already started chatting. The two had never met before, but now that Zhuo Sikong was in the middle, they had a lot to talk about.

"We are grateful that you spoke up for us earlier, Third Young Master," said Young Master Xiaoyuan, who was in much better spirits now. "As expected, a thief is a thief. No matter how well a thief leader tries to make his reputation sound good, he can't wash away the filth on his body."

The third young master nodded in agreement: "This is the first time I've ever seen such an arrogant thief. It's one thing to teach your apprentice to steal, but when caught, he even tries to force the victim to suffer. And he calls himself the King of Thieves?"

During their conversation, the two tacitly avoided mentioning Zhuo Sikong's statement that he wanted Yinyin to be his apprentice's wife, and only talked about the previous events.

At this moment, the servant following the Third Young Master said, "Young Master, that Minister Zhuo still has a criminal record at the yamen."

"Oh?" The Third Young Master clenched his fist. "That's perfect. Have people keep an eye on him. If they see him, arrest him and send him to the yamen."

"A person like that really doesn't need to keep his hands."

The servant readily agreed, but the words that Young Master Ohara was about to say stuck in his throat.

He suddenly realized he had made a mistake when he left home. Since he had brought his little sister Yinyin along to play and find good food, why did he have to walk instead of taking a carriage?

If we ride in a carriage today, we won't encounter any strangers or unpleasant things.

Regardless of what he was thinking, he didn't show any unusual expression. After all, Young Master Xiaoyuan was already twelve or thirteen years old, and his family had taught him many things, so he could naturally judge people.

Someone like the Third Young Master, who immediately suggested sending someone to the yamen and even said there was no need to hold back, must be of extraordinary status.

The three walked together for a while. When it was time to part ways, seeing that Yin Yin hadn't come to her senses, the Third Young Master assumed that although she had the courage, she was still frightened. Just as he was about to say something to comfort her, he saw Yin Yin suddenly raise her head, her eyes seemingly burning with fierce fire.

She finally remembered who this person was.