The Martial Saint Started from Scavenging

The wooden planks of the pier creaked underfoot. Ye Sheng gripped his machete and walked along the familiar path toward the western end of the ferry.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the river surface was shrouded in a gray haze, with the outlines of several fishing boats appearing and disappearing in the distance.

Ye Sheng made no attempt to conceal his whereabouts. He knew that Wang Laizi, that bastard, had been sending people to watch him these past few days.

Therefore, as soon as I go out, the other party will definitely find out very quickly.

Sure enough, before we even reached the market, a tall, thin man darted out from around the corner of the pier.

It's Er Gou.

When the guy saw Ye Sheng, a look of surprise flashed in his eyes. He then turned and ran without saying a word.

Ye Sheng did not pursue.

He continued walking forward at a moderate pace, as if he were taking a stroll.

We've arrived at Chaishi.

At this hour, the stalls had not yet been set up; only a few migrant workers were squatting on the ground, filling their firewood baskets with dry firewood.

Upon seeing Ye Sheng approach, the others lowered their heads, pretending not to see him.

Ye Sheng glanced around and stood in an open space.

He didn't have to wait long; less than a quarter of an hour later, Wang Laizi arrived with his men.

Er Gou, Ma Zi, Zhuang Han Lao San, and two unfamiliar faces that Ye Sheng had never seen before.

Six people surrounded Ye Sheng in the middle.

"Hey kid, what brings you here today?"

Wang Laizi, with a blade of grass in his mouth, squinted as he sized up Ye Sheng.

The men behind him all drew their weapons.

Er Gou was carrying a wooden stick, Ma Zi was holding a kitchen knife, and Lao San and the two strangers were each holding short blades.

Seeing that things were not going well, the surrounding migrants had already fled.

In the entire Chai Market, only seven of them remained.

"Wang Laizi".

Ye Sheng spoke, his voice calm.

"I've come today to settle something with you."

"To be settled?"

Wang Laizi spat.

"Kid, you really think that just because you're affiliated with the shipping guild, I won't dare touch you?"

He gave a cold laugh.

"Let me tell you, the rules of the boatmen's guild are that you can't fight in Shuilongdu. But this Chai Market isn't Shuilongdu."

Ye Sheng nodded and said coldly, "I know."

He paused for a moment, then said, "That's why I chose this location."

Upon hearing this, Wang Laizi was stunned for a moment, then burst into wild laughter.

"Hahaha! Kid, are you fucking crazy?"

His eyes turned cold, and he waved his hand.

"Cripple him!"

Er Gou and Ma Zi exchanged a glance, then lunged at Ye Sheng with sinister smiles.

Ye Sheng didn't move. He simply gripped the woodcutter's knife tightly, and the faint golden internal energy in his dantian flowed slowly along his meridians to his right arm.

Er Gou rushed to the front and smashed the wooden stick down on his head.

Ye Sheng sidestepped, his blade sweeping horizontally.

A soft "pfft!" sound.

The wooden stick broke in two, but the blade continued its momentum, slicing diagonally across Er Gou's chest.

Blood gushed out. Er Gou clutched his chest, staring at Ye Sheng in disbelief, before collapsing limply to the ground.

Ma Zi was so frightened that his face turned ashen, and he could barely hold the kitchen knife.

"You...you killed someone!"

Ye Sheng didn't say anything, but kicked Ma Zi in the knee.

"Crack." The sound of bone breaking was crisp and piercing.

Ma Zi screamed and fell to his knees.

From the moment Ye Sheng made his move to the moment the two fell to the ground, only three breaths had passed.

Wang Laizi's expression changed drastically.

"Charge! All of you, charge!"

The burly third brother and the two unfamiliar faces finally realized what was happening and rushed towards Ye Sheng together.

Ye Sheng took a deep breath. All the internal energy in his dantian surged to his limbs and bones.

At this moment, he felt his blood boiling and his strength reaching its peak.

With a single slash, a faint golden light emanated from the blade.

The third brother raised his knife to block.

"when!"

The two knives collided, and the third brother's tiger's mouth split open, causing him to stagger back three steps.

He looked down at the knife in his hand and saw a notch on the blade.

"This...this is internal energy!"

The third brother's pupils constricted sharply, and he exclaimed in horror, "You're a martial artist!"

Ye Sheng didn't answer, but instead lunged forward and delivered another slash.

The blade swept horizontally, leaving a trail of afterimages.

The third brother tried to hide, but it was too late.

The blade sliced ​​across his side, leaving a deep, bone-revealing wound.

The third brother screamed and collapsed to the ground, clutching his wound. Blood flowed from between his fingers and quickly formed a puddle on the ground.

Seeing that things were not going well, the two unfamiliar faces turned and ran.

Ye Sheng didn't chase after him. He gripped his wood-chopping knife and walked step by step toward Wang Laizi.

Blood was still dripping from the blade, which gleamed coldly in the morning light.

Wang Laizi retreated repeatedly, his face filled with terror.

Although he has some brute strength and rudimentary martial arts skills, he is nothing compared to a true martial artist.

"You...you stay away!"

He roared, his voice trembling with fear, "I have powerful backers! If you dare touch me, the garrison headquarters won't let you get away with it!"

Ye Sheng stopped and sneered, "The garrison headquarters? That bastard Zhao Hu, I'll go after him sooner or later."

Wang Laizi was taken aback.

Without another word, Ye Sheng rushed forward and kicked Wang Laizi in the chest.

Wang Laizi was sent flying backwards and crashed into a pile of firewood.

Ye Sheng walked over and stepped on his chest.

"Wang Laizi, remember this: I'm sparing your life today not because I'm afraid of you, but because I don't want to cause trouble for the boatmen."

Ye Sheng knew that Wang Laizi must have given Zhao Hu a lot of bribes in private. If he killed him, the garrison would definitely ask the boatmen for an explanation.

Even when beating a dog, you have to consider its owner.

Before you become strong enough, try not to break ties with the naval base.

Ye Sheng leaned down, his voice icy, and warned, "If you dare to provoke me again, next time, I'll kill you."

Wang Laizi trembled all over, and his crotch was wet; he had actually wet himself from fear.

Ye Sheng withdrew his foot and turned to leave.

Behind him, Wang Laizi lay sprawled on the ground, panting heavily, his eyes filled with terror.

Those who had been hiding in the distance and watching secretly stared wide-eyed at Ye Sheng's back, their eyes filled with awe.

This young man actually defeated Wang Laizi and his gang of six by himself.

Moreover, he was actually a martial artist!

The news spread quickly, and the whole of Shuilongdu was talking about it.

Some say Ye Sheng is born with superhuman strength, some say he has a destiny with immortals, and others say he is a disciple of a major sect, hiding his identity to train here.

But from this day forward, no one in Shuilongdu will dare to underestimate this migrant youth.

When Ye Sheng returned to the shed, Ye Kai was sitting at the door with a worried look on his face.

"Brother, are you alright?"

"fine."

Ye Sheng put the wood-chopping knife back in the corner of the wall and sat down next to his younger brother.

"Wang Laizi won't cause any more trouble."

Ye Kai bit his lip.

"Brother, you...you really became a martial artist?"

Ye Sheng nodded.

"Well, I just barely made it into the basics."

Ye Kai's eyes reddened. "Brother, you must have suffered a lot these past few days, right?"

Ye Sheng reached out and ruffled his hair, smiling slightly. "It's not hard. As long as I can protect you, any hardship is worth it."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Brother, once your leg is healed, we'll leave Shuilongdu."

Ye Kai was taken aback.

"Where to?"

"Qingyun Sword Sect".

Ye Sheng took the jade pendant out of his pocket.

"The person who gave me this jade pendant is called Yun Zhonghe. He said he was a sect steward and that I could go to him anytime."

Ye Kai looked at the jade pendant, a complex emotion flashing in his eyes.

"Brother, is this Yun Zhonghe... really trustworthy?"

Ye Sheng remained silent for a moment.

"have no idea."

He carefully put the jade pendant away.

Ye Kai lowered his head and said nothing more.

As the two were talking, they suddenly heard footsteps outside.

Ye Sheng frowned, stood up, and picked up the wood-chopping knife.

The footsteps grew closer and closer, finally stopping at the door of the shed.

"Knock knock knock." A knocking sound rang out on the door.

"Brother Ye, it's me." It was Zhang Hu's voice.

Ye Sheng finally breathed a sigh of relief and opened the door.

Zhang Hu stood at the door, followed by two men from the boatmen's gang.

"Brother Zhang."

Ye Sheng stepped aside. "Come in quickly."

Zhang Hu went into the house and sat down by the fire.

"Brother, I heard you took care of Wang Laizi's gang at the firewood market today?"

Ye Sheng nodded.

"Yes."

Zhang Hu stared at him for a moment, then suddenly smiled.

"Good lad, you've got guts."

He paused for a moment, then said, "However, although your actions this time did not take place in Shuilongdu, they are still related to our boatmen's guild."

Ye Sheng's heart tightened.

"Brother Zhang, I..."

"take it easy."

Zhang Hu waved his hand, "I'm not here to interrogate you."

He pulled a cloth bag from his pocket and tossed it to Ye Sheng.

"This is the leader's order, a reward for you."

Ye Sheng took the cloth bag, opened it, and found ten taels of silver inside.

"this……"

"Take it."

Zhang Hu stood up.

"That bastard Wang Laizi should have been dealt with long ago. He's always harassing the boatmen who are sheltered outside Shuilongdu."

"But this guy is Zhao Hu's lackey. As long as he doesn't cause trouble on our boatmen's territory, we really can't interfere. You really stood up for our boatmen this time."

He patted Ye Sheng on the shoulder and then said, "However, brother, I have to remind you of something."

Ye Sheng looked up. "Brother Zhang, please speak."

"The naval base has been investigating you again recently."

Zhang Hu lowered his voice and said, "That bastard Zhao Hu, although we've bribed him before, he's still resentful."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I heard he's recently colluded with the Blood Pact Merchant Guild and is trying to get you."

Ye Sheng's pupils contracted: Blood Pact Merchant Guild!

"Thanks for the reminder, Brother Zhang."

Zhang Hu nodded and turned to leave.

"Take care of yourself."

Ye Sheng stood at the door, his brows furrowed.

Zhao Hu colluded with the Blood Pact Merchant Guild.

The guy who was asking about him in the Ghost Market was most likely a member of the Blood Pact Merchant Guild.

And the Blood Pact Merchant Guild is related to Su Wan.

This net seems to be tightening more and more.

Ye Sheng turned and went back into the house, looking at Ye Kai.

"Brother, we need to leave as soon as possible."

Ye Kai bit his lip. "Brother, my leg..."

"Wait a few more days," Ye Sheng said, sitting down next to his younger brother. "We'll leave when you can walk with some difficulty."

Ye Kai nodded.

Neither of them slept well that night.

Ye Sheng sat by the fire, repeatedly wiping his wood-chopping knife, the blade gleaming coldly in the firelight.

He knew their time was running out. They had to leave Shuilongdu as soon as possible and head to the Qingyun Sword Sect. As for Yun Zhonghe's purpose, they could deal with that later.

Just then, a soft sound came from outside the shed. Ye Sheng stood up abruptly and gripped his wood-chopping knife tightly.

"who!"

There was no answer. Only the night wind blew, and the wooden planks of the pier creaked.

Ye Sheng walked to the door and looked out through the crack. It was pitch black outside; there was nothing there.

But he always felt that there was a pair of eyes watching him from the darkness.