An unexpected encounter with the sleeping Little Dragon Girl leads to the annihilation of the Quanzh

next second.

Sun Debiao and the few disciples of the Fierce Tiger Hall behind him suddenly felt their bodies being lifted up into the air by an irresistible and enormous force.

"ah!!"

They let out a gasp, and flew up, waving their arms and legs in excitement.

Then, to the utter astonishment of everyone in the entire restaurant,

They flew out of the second-floor window like a string of candied hawthorns.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Several heavy thuds echoed on the street below.

Inside the restaurant, everyone rushed to the windows and looked down.

Sun Debiao and his men were piled up in the middle of the street in an extremely disheveled manner, like a human pyramid.

One by one, they fell and were left dazed and confused, their faces bruised and swollen.

Strangely, although they looked disheveled, they didn't seem to have suffered any serious injuries, only minor cuts and bruises.

That young man in black had such exquisite control over his power!

The restaurant fell silent once again.

If just now they were only suspicious...

Now they can be 100% certain.

This man is a monster who knows sorcery!

Everyone's eyes changed.

What began as surprise and doubt turned into utter and complete fear.

Instinctively, they put down their bowls and chopsticks and scrambled towards the stairwell.

All they wanted was to get away from this place of trouble and that monster as far away as possible.

In the blink of an eye, the once bustling second floor was left with only Lin Ye and Xiaolongnu.

Oh no.

There was also a waiter hiding behind the counter, trembling with fear.

Lin Ye seemed oblivious to all of this.

He looked at Xiaolongnu and asked softly, "Are you full?"

Little Dragon Girl shook her head: "Not yet."

"Then let's continue eating."

Lin Ye picked up his chopsticks and took out another piece, his favorite, Dongpo pork.

When all the top masters in the martial arts world gathered in a small town in Jiangnan because of Lin Ye, a storm was brewing.

In a dilapidated temple not far from the small town.

Two ragged little beggars were huddled around a weak campfire, shivering.

One of them was a bit older, looking about fifteen or sixteen years old. He had a chubby face and a shrewd look.

His name is Dong Tianbao.

The other one was younger, probably around thirteen or fourteen years old, with delicate features and a calm and kind look in his eyes that seemed beyond his years.

His name is Zhang Junbao.

They were originally lay disciples of the Shaolin Temple.

Because Dong Tianbao secretly learned superior martial arts in the temple, he was discovered by the abbot and was to have his martial arts skills abolished and be expelled from the sect.

Zhang Junbao, in order to protect his good brother, fought fiercely with the monks in the temple.

Finally, with the help of their master, Master Jueyuan, the two were able to escape from Shaolin.

Master Jueyuan, in pursuit of them, carried two large iron buckets all the way to Mount Hua.

At the summit of Mount Hua, I unexpectedly encountered Yang Guo and Xiaolongnu, who had come to pay homage to Hong Qigong.

Master Jueyuan was punished by being confined to the scripture pavilion and forced to carry water for ten years because he lost the temple's most precious treasure, the Lankavatara Sutra.

The Lankavatara Sutra contains the Nine Yang Manual, a martial arts classic that Shaolin Temple had lost for a century.

Master Jueyuan, unaware of the truth, had already mastered the Nine Yang Manual to an extremely high level.

At Mount Hua, the internal strength he unintentionally revealed shocked everyone present.

Later, Master Jueyuan passed away because his inner strength was exhausted.

Zhang Junbao and Dong Tianbao thus became homeless orphans.

The two traveled south, wandering the world, barely managing to make a living by stealing chickens and dogs and relying on the rudimentary skills they learned at Shaolin Temple.

"Tianbao, I'm hungry."

Zhang Junbao touched his stomach, which was growling with hunger, and said weakly.

"Hungry! All you ever think about is being hungry!"

Dong Tianbao glared at him impatiently.

"We were unlucky today; we only got half a moldy steamed bun. You can have it first."

Dong Tianbao took out a dark, hard steamed bun wrapped in oil paper from his pocket and threw it to Zhang Junbao.

Zhang Junbao took the steamed bun, broke it in half, and handed it to Dong Tianbao: "We'll each have half."

"I'm not eating! I'm too irritable to eat!"

Dong Tianbao turned his head to the side.

It wasn't that he wasn't hungry; he just didn't want his brothers to go hungry with him.

He hates!

He hates this unfair world!

Why is it that some people are born into royalty, living a life of luxury?

And all they can do is beggars and eat moldy buns?

Why is it that after ten years of hard work and training at the Shaolin Temple, they can't even afford a full meal?

"Junbao, tell me, when will we be able to make something of ourselves?"

Dong Tianbao looked at the flickering flames, his eyes filled with resentment and ambition.

Zhang Junbao gnawed on the hard, tooth-crushing steamed bun, thought for a moment, and said, "Master said that as long as we have good intentions and are good people, one day..."

"It's the same old set again!"

Dong Tianbao interrupted him impatiently.

"Having good intentions? Being a good person? Can those put food on the table?"

"Look at all those so-called heroes we've met along the way. Aren't they all just spouting righteousness and morality while harboring nothing but wicked and depraved intentions?"

"In this world of martial arts, it's not about reason, it's about fists!"

"Whoever has the biggest fist is the boss!"

A dangerous glint flashed in Dong Tianbao's eyes.

Looking at his brother, with whom he had grown up, Zhang Junbao felt a little scared.

He felt that Tianbao had changed.

It has become increasingly unfamiliar.

Just then.

Footsteps echoed from the entrance of the dilapidated temple.

Immediately afterwards, several people, also dressed as beggars, walked in.

The leader was a one-eyed, middle-aged beggar.

As soon as he entered, he saw Dong Tianbao and Zhang Junbao, and the campfire in front of them.

"Oh, there are two more here, newcomers?"

The one-eyed beggar chuckled, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Kid, don't you know the rules?"

"This dilapidated temple is our territory, the 'Beggars' Clan'!"

"If you want to stay here, you'll have to pay protection money!"

Dong Tianbao stood up, looking at them coldly: "We have no money."

"No money?"

The one-eyed beggar licked his lips, his gaze falling on the remaining half of a steamed bun in Zhang Junbao's hand.

"If you don't have money, hand over your food!"

"That belongs to my brother!"

Dong Tianbao shielded Zhang Junbao behind him.

"Oh ho, you're pretty arrogant, aren't you?"

The one-eyed beggar's face darkened.

"Brothers, get them! Teach them a lesson in manners!"

The beggars behind him swarmed forward.

Dong Tianbao, although he secretly learned some kung fu at Shaolin Temple.

However, after all, he was still young and had been suffering from malnutrition for a long time.

Two fists are no match for four hands.

Soon, he was knocked to the ground by those beggars.

"Tianbao!"

Zhang Junbao exclaimed in surprise and rushed forward as well.

But what he learned was all about physical fitness, like the Arhat Fist, which had virtually no practical combat ability.

In a few moves, he too was knocked to the ground.

"Damn it! You dare to resist!"

The one-eyed beggar stomped on Dong Tianbao's face and ground it hard.

"Let me tell you, in this world, might makes right!"

He snatched the steamed bun from Zhang Junbao's hand, spat on it, and then threw it on the ground.

"Eat! Give it to me, eat it!"

"I won't eat it!"

Dong Tianbao's eyes were red.

He stared intently at the one-eyed beggar, his eyes filled with deep-seated hatred.

"You won't eat? I'll beat you until you do!"

The one-eyed beggar raised his foot, about to kick Dong Tianbao on the head.

Just then.

"stop!"

A clear, crisp female voice came from the entrance of the dilapidated temple.

Everyone turned around and looked.

There stood a pretty young girl in a pale yellow dress and a boy who looked rather silly.

Indeed, it was Guo Fu and the Wu brothers.

They came with Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

However, Guo Jing and Huang Rong went to the inn to find Lin Ye.

The three of them, having nothing better to do, wandered around the city aimlessly.

I never expected to encounter something like this.

"Oh, another one here, always meddling?"

The one-eyed beggar's eyes lit up when he saw Guo Fu.

"Young lady, you're quite pretty. What, want to stand up for them?"

Guo Fu is the daughter of Guo Jing and Huang Rong. She has been pampered since childhood and has never suffered such treatment.

She raised an eyebrow, drew her long sword from her waist, pointed it at the one-eyed beggar, and shouted, "You wicked beggar! In broad daylight, you dare to rob people of their food and bully the weak! Apologize to them now!"

"Apologize?"

The one-eyed beggar seemed to have heard something—a huge joke.

"Young lady, I think you have no idea how many eyes Lord Horse has!"

"Brothers, this chick has such delicate skin, she must be from a wealthy family! If we grab her, we'll be set for life!"

Upon hearing this, the beggars' eyes lit up, and with lewd grins, they surrounded Guo Fu.

"Protect the young lady!"

Wu Dunru and Wu Xiuwen immediately stepped in front of Guo Fu.

The two of them, it can be said, inherited some of Guo Jing's true teachings.

His martial arts skills are quite good among the younger generation.

However, they were facing a group of thugs who had been fighting and brawling in the streets for years.

These people fight without any particular strategy, but every move they make is aimed at vital points.

For a time, the Wu brothers were actually entangled with them.

Guo Fu, seeing the dirty beggars approaching her, was terrified and her face turned pale.

Although she had practiced martial arts, it was all just fancy moves; she had never seen anything like this before.

She instinctively closed her eyes and let out a terrified scream.

However, the violation she had anticipated did not occur.

All she heard were a few piercing screams.

She carefully opened her eyes.

Just moments ago, those beggars had been incredibly arrogant, but now they were all lying on the ground, clutching their legs and wailing in pain.

Their legs were twisted at an eerie angle.

Clearly, he was interrupted.

And in the middle of them stood a thin figure.

Yes, it was Dong Tianbao who was just knocked to the ground.

At this moment, the dishevelment and humiliation that had been on his face just moments before were gone.

Instead, there was a cold, insane, murderous intent.

In his hand, he held a half-burnt, blackened wooden stick.

Just now, it was he who broke the legs of those beggars with this wooden stick.

"You...you..."

The one-eyed beggar, seeing Dong Tianbao who looked like a demon crawling out of hell, was so frightened that he backed away repeatedly.

Dong Tianbao remained silent.

He simply walked step by step toward the one-eyed beggar.

With each step he took, the one-eyed beggar took a step back.

"You...you stay away! I...I'm from the Beggars' Sect! If you dare touch me, our sect leader won't let you get away with it!"

The one-eyed beggar, outwardly fierce but inwardly weak, threatened.

"The Beggars' Sect?"

Dong Tianbao sneered.

"The Beggars' Sect, is that so great?"

"Even if your gang leader came today, I would still beat him up without hesitation!"

After saying that, he swung the wooden stick in his hand down hard on the one-eyed beggar's head with a whoosh!

"Tianbao, no!"

Zhang Junbao got up from the ground, trying to stop them.

But it was too late.

Dong Tianbao's wooden stick had already smashed hard onto the one-eyed beggar's head.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The one-eyed beggar didn't even have time to scream before his eyes rolled back and he fell straight down.

Blood flowed from his head, staining the straw on the ground red.

The entire dilapidated temple fell into a deathly silence in an instant.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden turn of events.

Guo Fu and the Wu brothers stared wide-eyed, unable to believe their eyes.

This boy, who looks a few years younger than them, is incredibly ruthless!

He said he'd kill someone, and he did!

Those beggars whose legs had been broken were terrified out of their wits.

They scrambled and stumbled, trying to escape this demon from the human world.

Zhang Junbao stared blankly at the one-eyed beggar lying in a pool of blood, then looked at Dong Tianbao, who was holding a wooden stick and exuding a fierce aura.

His lips trembled, and he couldn't speak.

"Tian...Tianbao...you...you killed someone..."

"I killed someone?"

Dong Tianbao turned his head, looked at Zhang Junbao, and a smile that was more like a grimace appeared on his face.

"Junbao, did you see that?"

Where were you when he tried to kill me?

"Can your so-called benevolence and morality save me?"

"cannot!"

"In this world, only we ourselves can save ourselves!"

"Only by being more ruthless and vicious than them can we survive!"

Dong Tianbao's voice was hoarse and frantic.

Zhang Junbao was so angry at him that he had to back away.

He felt that the person in front of him was no longer the Tianbao he knew.

He is a devil.

"You...you're insane..."

"Am I crazy? Hahahaha!"

Dong Tianbao laughed loudly, his laughter filled with sorrow and determination.

"Yes! I'm insane!"

"I've been driven insane by this son of a bitch world!"

"I, Dong Tianbao, swear this oath right here and now!"

He raised the still-dripping wooden stick and pointed it at the heavens.

"My fate is in my own hands, not in the hands of heaven!"

"From this day forward, whoever dares to deceive or insult me, I will repay them a hundredfold!"

"I, Dong Tianbao, will become a superior person! I will trample all those who look down on me under my feet!"

His voice echoed in the dilapidated temple.

The shock was so great that everyone's ears were ringing.

Guo Fu looked at the blood-covered, seemingly crazed boy, and there was no longer any fear in her eyes.

Instead, there was a strange, inexplicable radiance.

From a young age, she lived in the shadow of Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

She was surrounded by upright gentlemen and chivalrous heroes, like her father.

She had never seen anyone like Dong Tianbao, so full of primal, wild, and vibrant life force.

This feeling of being unconventional and lawless gave her a strange sense of excitement.

Just then.

Outside the dilapidated temple, a series of rapid footsteps could be heard.

Immediately afterwards, a large group of beggars wielding sticks rushed in, completely surrounding the dilapidated temple.

A middle-aged beggar, dressed in clean clothes with eight pockets, came out.

He saw the corpses on the ground, and the faces of the gang members whose legs had been broken, and instantly turned ashen.

"Who! Who did this?!"

He roared.

"Elder Eight Bags, it's him! It's that kid!"

A beggar with a broken leg pointed at Dong Tianbao and cried out.

The Eighth Elder's gaze fell on Dong Tianbao.

"Boy, how dare you! You actually killed one of my Beggars' Sect members!"

Dong Tianbao stared at him coldly, gripping the wooden stick in his hand even tighter.

"They were the ones who attacked first."

"I don't care who started it!"

The Eight-Bag Elder shouted unreasonably, "You killed someone from my Beggars' Sect, so you must pay with your life!"

"Guards! Seize him!"

He gave the order.

Dozens of beggars nearby swarmed forward.

"stop!"

Guo Fu stepped forward once again.

"You Beggars' Sect are utterly unreasonable! They were clearly in the wrong first!"

The Eight-Bag Elder glanced at Guo Fu and sneered, "Little girl, I advise you not to meddle in other people's business! This has nothing to do with you!"

"How can it be alright? My father is..."

Guo Fu was just about to announce Guo Jing's name.

But Wu Dunru stopped him.

"Young Miss, you mustn't!"

Wu Dunru whispered in her ear, "The gang leader and his wife have ordered that we are not allowed to cause trouble outside under their name."

Guo Fu was so angry that she stomped her feet.

Just then, the dozens of beggars were about to rush towards Dong Tianbao.

Dong Tianbao showed no fear whatsoever.

He pushed Zhang Junbao behind him, preparing for a final, desperate struggle.

Just then.

"Stop it, all of you!"

An old and dignified voice rang out.

Immediately afterwards, an old beggar with white hair and beard, holding a bamboo cane, walked in, surrounded by several Nine-Bag Elders.

Indeed, it was Hong Qigong, the former leader of the Beggars' Sect, also known as the Northern Beggar.

(The author has revised this again; in the original story, Hong Qigong was already dead, but here he is portrayed as not dead, but having retired from the martial arts world.)

"Boss!"

"Old Boss!"

All the beggars knelt down when they saw Hong Qigong.

Hong Qigong glanced at the corpse on the ground, and his brows furrowed.

"What happened?"

Elder Badai quickly recounted the events, embellishing the story.

Hong Qigong listened without saying a word.

He walked up to Dong Tianbao, his cloudy eyes scanning him up and down.

"Kid, did you kill him?"

"Yes."

Dong Tianbao, head held high, met his gaze without fear.

"Why kill him?"

"He deserves to die."

"Oh?" Hong Qigong's interest was piqued. "Why should he die?"

"He bullied my brother and humiliated my dignity. I will not rest until he is dead."

Dong Tianbao said, enunciating each word clearly.

"Ha ha ha ha!"

Hong Qigong suddenly burst into laughter, looking up at the sky.

"Well said, your mind is not clear!"

"Kid, you're just right for my taste!"

He turned to the eight-bag elder and shouted, "You, as an elder of the Beggars' Sect, cannot distinguish right from wrong, condones your members' bullying of the weak! From today onwards, you are no longer an eight-bag elder! You are demoted to a three-bag disciple and must start from scratch!"

"Old boss, spare my life!"

The Eight-Bag Elder was so frightened that he wet himself in fear.

Hong Qigong ignored him and looked at the beggars whose legs had been broken.

"And you! As disciples of the Beggars' Sect, instead of upholding justice and chivalry, you imitate those thugs and bullies, resorting to robbery and harassment! The Beggars' Sect cannot function without disciples like you!"

"Guards! Cripple their martial arts and expel them from the Beggars' Sect! Never hire them again!"

Hong Qigong's handling of the matter was clean and efficient, without any hesitation or ambiguity.

Guo Fu and the Wu brothers were both stunned.

They never expected that this seemingly slovenly old beggar would possess such prestige and charisma.

After dealing with the gang members, Hong Qigong smiled and looked at Dong Tianbao.

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

"Dong Tianbao".

"Good! Dong Tianbao!" Hong Qigong nodded. "Although you were a bit ruthless, you have backbone! You have guts! I, this old beggar, like that!"

"Would you be willing to become my disciple?"

These words shocked everyone present.

Hong Qigong wants to take on disciples?

This is an incredible opportunity!

It should be noted that Hong Qigong only had two formal disciples in his entire life: Guo Jing and Huang Rong.

Now, he actually wants to take this kid who killed a member of the Beggars' Sect as his disciple?

All eyes were focused on Dong Tianbao.

They all thought that Dong Tianbao would immediately kneel down and kowtow, expressing his gratitude.

However, Dong Tianbao shook his head.

"I don't want to be a beggar."

His answer was simple and direct.

Hong Qigong paused for a moment, then laughed again.

"Good lad! You've got ambition!"

"Who says that becoming my disciple means you have to become a beggar?"

"I'll teach you martial arts, but if I don't let you join, how about joining the Beggars' Sect?"

Dong Tianbao hesitated.

He could tell that this old man was an unparalleled master.

If I could learn his martial arts, I wouldn't have to be bullied anymore.

He glanced at Zhang Junbao beside him.

Zhang Junbao was giving him a hard look and a meaningful glance.

That meant he should agree quickly.

Dong Tianbao took a deep breath and knelt down in front of Hong Qigong.

"Disciple Dong Tianbao greets Master!"

"Hahaha! Good! Good! Good!"

Hong Qigong helped Dong Tianbao up, and was so happy he couldn't stop smiling.

He glanced at the man beside him, Zhang Junbao, who had delicate features.

"Is this kid your brother?"

"Yes."

"Hmm, good aptitude, a good prospect for martial arts. It's just that his temperament is a bit too soft."

Hong Qigong stroked his chin and said, "How about this, you'll come with me. As for you, my brother..."

He thought for a moment and said, "I have an old friend whose martial arts skills are about the same as mine. However, his style is more suitable for you, my brother. I'll write a letter and ask him to go and seek refuge with my old friend."

After saying that, he took out paper and pen from his pocket, quickly wrote a letter, and handed it to Zhang Junbao.

"Young man, take this letter to Tianlong Temple in Dali. Find an old monk named Yideng. Once he sees the letter, he will naturally accept you as his disciple."

Zhang Junbao took the letter, looked at Dong Tianbao, and his eyes were filled with reluctance.

"Tianbao..."

"Junbao, listen to me."

Dong Tianbao grasped his hand, his eyes filled with an unprecedented firmness.