Starting from Tianlong, Wudu Tianxia

Chapter 93 The Rising Sun

The next day.

The morning light broke through the thin mist and spilled onto the bluestone pavement of Quanzhou.

The port of Quanzhou is filled with masts, with the sails of Persian merchant ships and the awnings of Lingnan merchant ships packed tightly together.

Porters carrying goods, their dark backs bare, chanted powerful work songs as they carried spices, rhinoceros horns, and silks to the dock. Golden-haired, blue-eyed foreign merchants and brokers in short-sleeved shirts haggled over prices.

The air above the dock was filled with the rich aroma of Persian, Hokkien, and Mandarin mixed with the scent of spices.

As Gao Yuan stepped into Quanzhou, he glanced back in the direction of Dayunming Temple.

Now that the Zoroastrian interest has been collected, it's time to go to Penglai to collect some debts.

According to Wang Weizhi's intelligence, the Rising Sun Gang seems to have some entanglements with Penglai.

Ah!

We can use the Rising Sun Gang as a starting point to fuel the fire between the Zoroastrianism and the Penglai sect.

I'm not afraid you won't fight, I'm just afraid you won't fight fiercely enough!

One claims to be the righteous path, while the other has the words "demonic sect" written all over its head.

As long as the vulnerability isn't too big.

It is completely impossible for the two sides to sit down and confront each other calmly.

Having figured things out, Gao Yuan continued to move forward.

Along the Quanzhou shore, there were neat and clean wooden sheds for food stalls, where many wanderers dined, making the wharf along the shore exceptionally prosperous.

The locals spoke with a Minnan accent, which Gao Yuan couldn't understand very well.

As we traveled along, we experienced the prosperity of the city.

The four major local powers, plus outside martial arts figures and numerous smaller forces.

There are quite a few martial arts practitioners in Quanzhou.

"Make way! Make way!"

Gao Yuan darted to the side of the street, and a large group of people passed through the city.

After taking a closer look, I couldn't tell which faction it belonged to.

As you stroll along the street, you can admire the streetscape, with its stone archways, eaves, and bracket sets, a dazzling array of sights.

"Young Master, I have always abided by the rules of the Rising Sun Gang and have never overstepped them in the slightest. You cannot!"

"Ouch!"

When Gao Yuan looked up again, he saw an old man lying face down in front of the He Family Pharmacy at the entrance of Chongyang Street.

A young man looked down at the old man who had fallen to the ground and whose hat had been knocked off.

"What do you mean by 'can' or 'can'? Just remember one thing: either close the shop or do as I say. I'll give you three days to think it over. Otherwise, don't even think about keeping the shop open."

"Don't even think about selling the shop and leaving. You won't be able to escape Quanzhou."

As soon as the young man finished speaking, a few people dressed in gang uniforms squeezed out from the crowd watching the commotion in front of the pharmacy.

They rolled up their sleeves and shoved onlookers with menacing expressions.

Before long, a large area in front of He's pharmacy was cleared up, and no one dared to go forward anymore.

The old man had spent most of his fortune in this pharmacy, working hard for most of his life, and now despair and frustration filled his face.

Seeing that there were no more people around to bother him, the young man became bolder.

He placed one foot on the old man's chest, bent down, and said in a voice only the two of them could hear, "Manager He, do you want to save your family's ancestral shop?"

"Young...Young Master, please enlighten me."

The young man chuckled lewdly, "I've heard your daughter is quite beautiful. Bring her to your residence tonight so I can have my way with her. After that, I guarantee no one in Quanzhou will dare to bully you."

Upon hearing this, the old man could no longer contain his anger: "You beast! You're dreaming!"

After saying that, the young man pressed down hard with his foot, and the old man let out another miserable scream.

"Clang! Clang!"

Several gang henchmen, armed with sticks, stormed into the pharmacy and began smashing and ransacking it.

Herbs, stamps, and abacuses were scattered all over the floor.

The young man was captivated by the old man's wailing and helpless despair, a smile spreading across his pale face.

Although they were four or five zhang apart, Gao Yuan had abundant internal energy and keen hearing, so he heard their conversation clearly.

Just as he was about to step forward.

A person silently stepped out from the food shop next to He's Pharmacy.

Gao Yuan looked at him curiously.

When martial arts skills are mastered to a high level, the body's senses will be maximized as major acupoints are opened up.

The person who came out of the food stall was clearly skilled in martial arts.

He sensed someone watching him and slowly turned his head.

In an instant, their eyes met.

This man was at most in his early twenties, with thick eyebrows, large eyes, a high nose, and a wide mouth. He was very tall and imposing, and his gaze was extremely authoritative.

Sensing that Gao Yuan's gaze was not malicious, he grinned at Gao Yuan and continued towards He Family Pharmacy.

The young man spat in the old man's face and was about to turn and leave when his expression suddenly changed drastically.

A sharp pain suddenly struck, followed by a scream!

"what!"

He felt a surge of powerful internal energy rush into his back at the Feishu acupoint, and then he was grabbed and pulled.

His body floated lightly as he flew out, crashing onto a group of chairs and benches.

Upon seeing this, several of his subordinates immediately grabbed sticks and charged at the man.

He neither dodged nor avoided, but simply raised one palm, snatched, and pulled.

He quickly tucked four or five sticks under his armpits.

Then, by shaking his shoulders and chest, he generated a powerful and unparalleled internal force that rebounded back along the stick.

The sticks the men were holding slipped from their hands, and they flew backward like kites with broken strings, crashing heavily into the door of the pharmacy, writhing in pain and unable to get up.

The young man struggled to his feet, clutching his back and wincing in pain. Seeing his subordinate beaten so badly he was powerless to fight back, he was both shocked and furious: "You—who are you? How dare you interfere—"

Before he could finish speaking, the newcomer shouted, "I am Qiao Feng, the newly appointed leader of the Quanzhou branch of the Beggars' Sect! How could Chief Tian, ​​once such a hero, have such a wicked son who bullies innocent people? What a disappointment!"

Upon hearing the person's shout, the young man's face turned purple.

"Beggars' Sect..."

.!

The fierceness on his face faded, and he gritted his teeth: "So it's Chief Qiao of the Beggars' Sect. I've been rude. Let's leave immediately."

"etc."

The young man felt a chill run down his spine.

Suddenly, the big man's two cold, lightning-like eyes swept across his face.

"Don't even think about taking revenge on the old man. If you dare to cause any more trouble, I, Qiao, will personally come to your aid."

The young man nodded with extreme frustration, ignored his subordinate lying on the ground, and slunk away from Chongyang Street.

"Are you alright, sir?"

Old Man He coughed up blood and looked at the burly man before him, trembling as he said, "Thank you so much, brave warrior!"

The man comforted the old man for a few moments, then looked back at where Gao Yuan had just been, only to find that no one was there anymore.

He sighed inwardly.

In just a few steps, they disappeared at the end of the long street.

As the group left, Chongyang Street suddenly erupted in chaos.

Many ordinary people and shopkeepers applauded and cheered, and some people discussed loudly that the young leader of the Rising Sun Gang was nothing in front of the Beggars' Gang.

Some people envied Old Man He, saying that with Chief Qiao backing him up, no one would dare to cause him trouble in the future.

When Gao Yuan arrived at the entrance of Xiuxi Inn, it was already past 11:00 AM.

Standing under the lintel of the inn, looking at Chongyang Street, he gently shook his head.

Regarding Qiao Feng helping Old Man He out of a predicament.

He disagreed.

Either don't help at all, or if you do help, don't leave any loose ends.

It may seem like they helped people, but in reality, it caused endless harm and only buried the seeds of trouble for the He family even deeper. The Xuri Gang is a local tyrant in Quanzhou, deeply entrenched, and cannot be dealt with by a mere warning.

People may respect the reputation of your Beggars' Sect and outwardly be respectful, but inwardly they will surely resent you.

Once Qiao Feng leaves Quanzhou, all this resentment will surely be vented on the He family's pharmacy.

At that time.

Even if you, Qiao Feng, possess extraordinary abilities, how could you possibly arrive in time to provide assistance?

In the original novel, Qiao Feng is a man of integrity, keeps his promises, is upright and unyielding, and firmly upholds loyalty and righteousness.

Gao Yuan admired him, but he couldn't be like him—someone who was always ungrateful to everyone, yet always showed mercy to others.

It is important to know.

There are countless ungrateful people in the world, and even more petty and vindictive people.

He sighed and stepped into the store.

Gao Yuan requested a superior room by the window, and the waiter attentively escorted him to the third floor, serving him tea and a small portion of pastries.

He closed the door and took out the things that Wang Wei had brought him, examining them from head to toe.

This is an identity token for ordinary followers of Zoroastrianism.

It has no name, only the characters "Yun Bing" are engraved, and flame symbols are drawn around it.

Qiu Zhong also had a token on him.

However, it's too high-end and has a name engraved on it, so it's not suitable as a prop for framing someone!