Wuxia Fantasy: Starting with the Revitalization of the Beggars' Sect

Lin Ye thought again, "I've already used acupressure to save them and left, why bother with all this fuss?"

Just as he was about to act, he reconsidered. Zhao Min was cunning and treacherous; it might not be that easy. And it was still unknown whether the people inside were members of the Beggars' Sect.

Why don't you go ask that Master Wei?

Thinking of this, Lin Ye went to Master Wei's room again. He moved the roof tiles aside to make a small gap, and saw Master Wei drinking and eating meat in the room.

Holding a chicken leg in his left hand and grabbing a wine jug with his right, he sipped the wine from the spout, his face glistening with oil.

Lin Ye used the same trick again, throwing a small stone that hit the front window and made a noise.

Master Wei paused abruptly, his gaze focusing on the doorway.

His martial arts skills were mediocre, and he was focused on drinking and eating meat. In addition, Lin Ye's perspective was extremely tricky, so how could he have noticed that it was Lin Ye on the roof who had done the trick?

"Who is it!"

As he said this, he put down the wine and meat in his hands, stood up, and concentrated his inner strength in his palms.

"Could it be cat and mouse interference again..."

He thought this to himself, but he never relaxed for a moment. He had already quietly crept to the door, and after a moment of concentration, he suddenly opened the door.

There was no one outside the door, and the same was true when I looked to the left and right.

"Damn it..."

He said something, went back into the house and closed the door. Just as he was about to turn around, a large hand suddenly grabbed his throat, taking the opportunity to hide in the woods inside the house.

"Dare to utter a sound and I will take your life."

Lin Ye said coldly.

Master Wei looked terrified and nodded repeatedly.

Lin Ye said, "I'm asking you, have you arrested anyone recently?"

Lin Ye's grip was quite strong. The fat monk wanted to speak, but he couldn't utter a single word. Only when Lin Ye loosened his grip slightly could the fat monk speak.

"Good sir, where did you hear that from? No…"

Upon hearing the word "no," Lin Ye suddenly increased the force in his hand until the fat monk's voice hoarsely repeated "yes, yes, yes, yes, yes..." five times before Lin Ye relaxed his grip again.

"Young master recently arrested a few... a few Beggar Clan disciples."

The fat monk quickly changed his mind halfway through his sentence, saying that this person dared to sneak into the Yuan dynasty's residence at night, so he was probably related to the Beggars' Sect.

"How many people were there? What were their names? How were they arrested?"

Lin Ye asked three questions in a row.

Now that his life was in someone else's hands, the fat monk dared not refuse and hurriedly replied:

"All we know is that the leader is named Yan Benlei. He tried to ambush our princess on the road a few days ago, but was captured by the two elders of Xuanming and is now being held in the manor."

"Hero, everything I said is true."

Lin Ye frowned slightly upon hearing this, and the image flashed through his mind.

On his way to the headquarters, Yan Benlei encountered Zhao Min. Seeing her surrounded by attendants, he assumed she must be of high status. Remembering the recent loss of many skilled members of the Beggars' Sect, he felt resentful and eager to make amends. Thus, he launched a sneak attack on Zhao Min.

After that, the two elders of Xuanming took action, and the result was self-evident.

Thinking of this, Lin Ye felt no regret, but instead felt resentment.

It's no wonder the Beggars' Sect is declining day by day; they're just a bunch of reckless brutes with no rules and act haphazardly.

He suddenly felt that it didn't matter whether he saved her or not.

But then I thought, since I'm already here, I can't leave empty-handed.

Lin Ye's mind was racing, but he didn't lessen his grip at all, and the fat monk still didn't dare to move.

Just then, someone called out from outside the door, "Master Wei, what's wrong?"

But it was a guard who came.

Lin stared coldly at the fat monk, tilted his head and gestured towards the inside of the house, and the fat monk immediately understood.

"It's nothing, come in here for a moment, I have something to tell you."

The fat monk was a Han Chinese, while the Yuan soldiers were Tartars. Logically, the fat monk had no right to command the other side, but Zhao Min had already given orders for them to assist Master Wei in supervising the prisoners, so they had no choice but to obey.

The Yuan soldier said "Yes," and as soon as he pushed open the door, Lin Ye grabbed him by the throat. This time, Lin Ye didn't hold back and twisted the man's neck.

Lin Ye pressed the fat monk's pressure points, closed the door, then stripped off the Yuan soldier's clothes and put them on himself.

The Yuan soldier was also burly, but was a bit shorter than Lin Ye. However, Lin Ye was able to wear it by using his collarbone technique.

"Lead the way if you don't want to die."

Lin Ye sealed the fat monk's internal energy, pushed him out of the room, and followed behind him, pretending to be a Yuan soldier who had just been killed.

The fat monk had all his major acupoints sealed, making him no different from an ordinary person. How could he dare disobey Lin Ye's orders?

Lin Ye followed behind the fat monk, quietly lowering the brim of his hat. Given the darkness of the night, they made their way forward without any obstacles.

They soon arrived at the place where the prisoners had been held.

"You all step back first. The princess wants me to ask her questions."

The fat monk spoke to the two guards, who, though puzzled, did not say anything and simply replied "Yes" before withdrawing.

After the two men had walked away, the fat monk opened the door.

Just as the fat monk opened the door, he suddenly heard a "ring ring ring" sound coming from inside.

Lin Ye was taken aback, then immediately understood what was happening, and hurriedly pulled the fat monk in front of him.

Just then, a series of rapid footsteps sounded, and a group of Yuan soldiers quickly poured into the courtyard, all carrying torches and nocking arrows.

Lin Ye glanced back and saw that there was a stone wall behind the house, so there was no way to escape from the other side.

Just then, the Yuan soldiers parted to make way, and a young man in white robes holding a folding fan stepped out. It was Zhao Min who had arrived with the Xuanming Elders and Cheng Kun.

"They caught a mouse so quickly."

Zhao Min smiled, her hands behind her back.

Lin Ye frowned. He knew he had fallen into a trap when the bell rang. The fat monk was fine when he pushed open the door earlier, but the bell rang this time. There must be something else going on.

Lin Ye glanced at the door and saw a thin thread on the crack. Connecting it with the fat monk's hand movements just now, he narrowed his eyes and roughly understood.

That thin wire was the switch that triggered the bell, lying across the threshold. If an outsider barged in, they would inevitably touch that wire. The fat monk didn't touch it the first time, but he did the second time.

Zhao Min is indeed a shrewd strategist, but how did she know that the Beggars' Clan was coming?

A thought flashed through Lin Ye's mind: the Beggars' Sect disciples had been secretly gathering information these past few days, and they had probably already been discovered.

Lin Ye frowned secretly. Even if he understood everything now, what good would it do? It would just be hindsight.

"Princess, save me!"

Seeing Zhao Min approaching, the fat monk hurriedly called out to her for help.

He followed the princess's orders to lure the people over, which didn't mean he didn't value his life. It just meant that disobeying Lin Ye meant death, but disobeying the princess's orders would result in an even more gruesome death.

Zhao Min laughed and said, "Master Wei, don't worry, you're still alive and well. He still needs you as a hostage."

Lin Ye secretly found it laughable. It made no difference whether the hostage was there or not. He didn't believe Zhao Min would let the enemy escape for the sake of Master Wei, whose martial arts skills were mediocre.

"Hey, what's your name? Are you one of the Beggars' Sect's elders?"