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

When he returned, Lin Ye thought a lot about how to break through the barrier, but all he could think about was how to overcome it, like murky water obscuring the sun.

Seizing the opportunity, the two elders of Xuanming each unleashed a Xuanming Divine Palm at Lin Ye.

Lin Ye countered with a palm strike of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. With the four palms facing each other, Lin Ye took two steps back. The cold energy of the Xuanming Divine Palm had just entered his body when it was surrounded, eroded, and destroyed by the powerful Nine Yang Internal Force.

But after all, it was the palm strike of two top experts. When Lin Ye took it head-on, his internal energy was thrown into chaos, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

However, the situation of the two Xuanming Elders was not much better than his. They were knocked back three or five feet, and both of them spat out a mouthful of blood.

Clearly, his injuries were more severe than Lin Ye's.

"The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms..."

Both of them were astonished.

They were all top masters over fifty years old, and they naturally recognized some famous martial arts in the Central Plains. The Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms was a martial arts move that only the leader of the Beggar Clan knew.

How can such a young boy know this?

However, this was not what surprised the two of them. What surprised them even more was that their opponent had been hit by the Xuanming Divine Palm, which they were so proud of, yet did not suffer any symptoms of coldness.

How is this possible?

"Boy, you were hit by our Xuanming Divine Palm, and you're still unharmed?"

"I can't believe it," said Lu Zhangke in disbelief.

"The so-called Xuanming Divine Palm may not be a particularly advanced skill."

Lin Ye said coldly.

The Nine Yang Divine Skill is specifically designed to counter the Xuanming Divine Palm, so Lin Ye was naturally unharmed.

The two elders of Xuanming exchanged a glance, already knowing that this kid had a way to restrain them, and with the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, it was no wonder that he dared to sneak into the mansion alone.

However, we can't just let this kid get away like that.

Even if he is highly skilled in martial arts, as long as they keep him occupied and don't give him a chance, once the princess arrives with her troops, he will never return.

Just then, a fire was seen lit in the distance, and a group of people carrying torches rushed over. The two elders of Xuanming were overjoyed, thinking that the princess had arrived just in time.

Only Lin Ye remained calm and silently watched in the direction of the approaching person.

The three of them waited until the group of people arrived, and the group came quickly, getting close in no time.

The two elders of Xuanming couldn't see clearly in the darkness, but when the group of people got closer, they were dumbfounded.

Seeing the dozens of people swaying in the breeze, they realized they weren't the princess's people, but a group of beggars dressed with patched clothes—the Beggars' Gang.

It turned out that the Beggars' Sect's four Nine-Bag Elders—the Beggars' Bowl Leader, the Beggars' Staff Leader, the Transmission Elder, and the Enforcement Elder—had arrived with the Beggars' Sect's disciples.

The two men turned pale instantly, not expecting to be greeted by members of the Beggars' Sect before the princess arrived.

In this way, they ended up being surrounded.

The two tried to escape, but found that the forest behind them had blocked their way.

"You lackey, where do you think you're going to run to!"

The dragon head wielding the staff shouted.

Another elder shouted, "Everyone, attack together! Capture these two and exchange them for Brother Benlei!"

No sooner had the words been spoken than torches suddenly appeared behind the group of beggars, and a dozen horses galloped in, followed by a group of Yuan soldiers.

The two elders of Xuanming's eyes lit up: "The princess has arrived."

Zhao Min laughed and said, "Master Lu, Master He, you've managed to hold off so many beggars from the Beggars' Sect, that's quite impressive."

He then said to Lin Ye, "You, surnamed Lin, think you can just run away after launching a sneak attack? It's not that easy."

Zhao Min led a larger number of Yuan soldiers, who then partially surrounded the beggars, drew their bows and arrows, and faced the beggars directly.

And so, the Yuan soldiers surrounded the beggars, the beggars surrounded the two Xuanming elders, and the two Xuanming elders surrounded Lin Ye, and the stalemate continued.

The elders stared intently at Zhao Min, their eyes practically spitting fire.

"You damned Tartars, where's Brother Benlei?!"

When Zhao Min heard the Beggars' Sect call them "dog Tartars," her smile vanished immediately. Then, as if remembering something, she laughed and said, "Your good brothers are behind us."

As she finished speaking, the Yuan soldiers made way for her, and Yan Benlei and the others were pushed out.

"Brother Benlei, what's wrong with you...?"

Just as they were wondering why they were all lying flat, they suddenly realized that their tendons in their hands and feet had been severed, and they were clearly crippled.

"you!"

The dragon head of the staff pointed fiercely at Zhao Min.

Zhao Min breathed a sigh of relief, quite smugly, "What? Aren't your good brothers right here, all right?"

Lin Ye frowned. Zhao Min was using this trick again, severing the tendons in Yan Benlei and the others' hands and feet.

Fortunately, he had the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment. After the last time, he didn't have much of it left, but he had learned some pharmacology from Zhang Wuji and learned about most of the medicinal materials from the medical skills of Butterfly Valley Physician Hu Qingniu. Now he knew how to prepare the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment.

If Yan Benlei can be saved, then his severed limbs can be healed.

However, the wounds were all covered in blood, clearly not caused by the Vajra Finger technique, but rather looked like tendons in the hands and feet that had been severed by a sword.

"You severed the tendons and ligaments of our Beggars' Sect disciples, and you consider that all right?"

"They're not dead, they're perfectly fine."

Knowing that this Tartar was quick-witted and eloquent, the beggars decided to stop arguing with him. The elder in charge of transmitting skills shouted, "Everyone, charge! Capture this damned Tartar first!"

As the elder who imparted his skills finished speaking, the beggars and Yuan soldiers clashed together. He was the first to rush out, charging towards Zhao Min along with the dragon head wielding the staff and the law enforcement elder.

Zhao Min remained completely calm, sitting on her horse without dodging or avoiding them. She simply called out, "Ah Da, Ah Er, Ah San." Just as the three elders flew close by, three more suddenly flew out from behind her.

The three elders were shocked. Seeing that the three people who came were all skilled in martial arts, they knew that they were experts. They quickly released Zhao Min and went to greet the three of them.

These three were highly skilled in martial arts; one used finger techniques, one used palm techniques, and one used sword techniques, forcing the three elders to retreat repeatedly.

Especially the swordsman, whose swordsmanship was exceptionally sharp and fast, as if he had eight arms.

The dragon-headed swordsman, wielding a staff, faced the opponent with a mixture of surprise and doubt. The more they fought, the more familiar the opponent's swordsmanship seemed. Suddenly, he remembered something and cried out:

"Eight-Armed Divine Sword, you are my brother from the East!"

As the dragon head wielding the staff shouted, everyone stopped fighting. The Beggars' Sect disciples looked at the swordsman, and in the firelight, they saw that it was indeed their former elder, Dongfang Bai.

Everyone was shocked.

"Brother Fang Dongbai, you...you're not dead? What's going on...?"

"The past is the past. You and I don't need to call each other brothers anymore. Now we are on different sides, so there's no need for us to dwell on old feelings."

Dongfang Bai's voice was extremely cold, clearly indicating that he had severed ties with the past.

Suddenly, the leader of the staff-wielding dragon realized something, and abruptly looked at the wounds on Yan Benlei and the others, exclaiming in surprise:

"Did you inflict the injuries on the Benlei Brothers?"

"good."

Dongfang Bai said indifferently.

The elder in charge of law enforcement looked on incredulously. "Dongfang Bai, no matter what, you were once a member of the Beggars' Sect. How could you do this?"

Dongfang Bai said, "It's better to be injured by my own hands than by someone else's."

Hearing this, the beggars were all heartbroken. They never expected that their former brothers would become Yuan Ting's lackeys, and not only that, but they were also so heartless and cruel.