The destiny of all heavens begins in the Red Chamber

If that were the case, Jia Huan wouldn't have risked exposure by personally poisoning and assassinating the victim.

The key issue is that this guy surnamed Wu has lost his mind; he actually colluded with people from the Sun Moon Cult.

This is intolerable; they must be killed as soon as possible!

As a Beggar Clan disciple, and a second-level disciple at that, Jia Huan immediately realized upon arriving in the world of The Smiling, Proud Wanderer.

This was during the Zhengde era of the Ming Dynasty, when Shaolin, Wudang, and the Five Mountains Sword Sects held sway in the martial arts world.

Although the Beggars' Sect has declined, it is still quite well-informed. Even a second-class disciple like Jia Huan can easily find out general information about the martial arts world.

At this time, the Huashan Sect, the leader of the Five Sacred Mountains Sword Sects, was affected by a plague and closed its gates. The other four major sects, Songshan, Hengshan, Hengshan and Taishan, were recuperating.

These are not the key points. The key point is that the Five Mountains Sword Sect and the Demonic Sect have a deep-seated hatred for each other!

After a century of fighting, the hatred for the Demonic Sect has become ingrained in the very bones of the Five Mountains Sword Sect.

Anyone who hears about the Demonic Sect, unless they encounter the Demonic Sect Leader or his two protectors, will be relentlessly targeted and killed by any of the Five Mountains Sword Sects.

If the news of Wu Xiangzhu's collusion with the Demonic Sect were to leak out, the Hengshan Sect, as their neighbor, would certainly not let it go, nor would they be afraid of the Beggars' Sect at this time.

Naturally, they wouldn't wage a full-scale war against the Beggars' Sect, but they certainly wouldn't hesitate to annihilate Master Wu Xiang and all the official disciples of the Hua Rong Xiang Hall.

Even if the Beggars' Sect was dissatisfied, they wouldn't care. At this time, the Beggars' Sect might not even be able to defeat a single Hengshan Sect, let alone the entire Five Mountains Alliance.

The general trends in the martial arts world were too far removed from Jia Huan's life at this point, and he couldn't control them.

However, Jia Huan could not tolerate the fact that his own safety was implicated by Wu Xiangzhu and that he could be killed by the Hengshan Sect at any time. Whoever wanted such a misfortune could have it.

In conclusion, Wu Xiangzhu was not only seen as a target by Jia Huan, but also someone who needed to be eliminated as soon as possible, otherwise Jia Huan would not be able to sleep peacefully every night!

"Brother Huan, has Master Wu Xiang left?"

At that moment, from the mountain god temple, which now only had half a door remaining, came the cautious voice of a young boy.

"I've already left, so you can all rest assured!"

Jia Huan turned around and went back into the temple, plopped down in his previous spot, and chuckled, "Come on, we haven't had any snake soup yet, you guys make it yourselves!"

After saying that, he personally prepared a bowl of steaming hot snake soup, which he ate clean in no time.

The other young beggars rushed to pour the soup, and the sound of slurping the soup could be heard incessantly. In no time, about five or six pounds of soup was completely gone.

"A half-grown boy can eat his father out of house and home"—this is no joke.

"Brother Huan, I'll go get some water, mix it with the remaining broth in the jar, and boil another pot of soup!"

A cleverer beggar boy, still savoring the taste, licked his grimy lips, put down the tattered bowl he had licked clean, and got to work quickly and efficiently.

"Go on, go on, make sure a few more people follow along, don't let anything happen so late at night!"

The mountain god temple is right next to the county town wall, but it still belongs to the area outside the city.

After watching his group of beggar boys leave laughing and joking, Jia Huan got up and wandered around the mountain god temple.

His breathing rhythm, which had become instinctive, made him feel uncomfortable all over.

I couldn't help but give a wry smile!

When he left the world of Dream of the Red Chamber, through his unremitting efforts, his progress bar in breathing exercises finally exceeded 40%, reaching 45%.

At that time, every part of the body was exercised in a single breath, achieving an effect of 45%, which was quite remarkable.

But at that time, his physical condition had already surpassed that of ordinary people, and could even be described as extraordinary, so he could naturally withstand the effects of the breathing exercises.

But at this moment, his body couldn't take it anymore.

When the original owner transmigrated, she had just been brutally beaten by Wu Xiangzhu, and her injuries were quite severe. Not only were there external injuries, but her internal injuries were also quite alarming.

Although he was able to restore his body to normal in just two and a half months without revealing his medical skills, his body was only slightly stronger than that of an average person.

With such physical capabilities, it's natural that the breathing technique, with its progress bar at 45%, couldn't withstand it.

Fortunately, he was very familiar with breathing techniques and quickly adjusted.

With each breath, the rhythm is distinct, and the internal organs of the body vibrate slightly in response.

The snake soup he had just eaten was being digested and absorbed much faster than normal.

A warm current spread through his not-so-strong body, as comfortable as soaking in a hot spring.

In the corner of the mountain god temple, two mats were laid against the wall using dry grass.

At this moment, the little beggars who had eaten and drunk snake soup and half a steamed bun on the ground were fast asleep, their snores rising and falling.

The ground and walls nearby were cleaned spotlessly, and there was even the smell of incense sticks, which drove away all the snakes, insects, and mosquitoes.

It's fair to say that the sleeping environment of these two rows of floor mats is even better than that of most residential bedrooms.

The light from the bonfire burning inside the temple did not reach this area, clearly indicating that the corner of the room was deliberately concealed.

If the person surnamed Wu finds out, it won't be a good thing!

The incense sticks that Jia Huan makes by hand using common herbs to repel snakes, insects, and rodents are worth a lot of money and could even form a small industry chain.

Seeing that the little beggars had all fallen asleep, he turned around and went back to the campfire.

The beggar boy who went out to fetch water returned, and the broken pottery jar was placed on the stove made of mud bricks.

Jia Huan glanced at it, then took out some edible wild vegetables and some common herbs that could nourish the body from the tattered sack beside him and threw them into the jar.

"Brother Huan, are we drinking this again this morning?"

The clever young beggar who had offered to fetch water earlier looked miserable and wailed when he saw Jia Huan sprinkling salt into the broken pottery jar.

The other teenagers also wore sour expressions, their eyes filled with disapproval.

"It's good enough to have something hot in the morning, what more do you want?"

Jia Huan rolled his eyes at the fellow, then sat down leisurely after finishing his work and said, "We've only had a few days of being able to barely have enough to eat, so don't be so picky!"

"Brother Huan, aren't there still some prepared pheasants and rabbits in the cellar? How about we add some?"

The clever-looking young beggar grinned and said, "Isn't it all thanks to your wisdom and skill, Brother Huan, that the brothers can all barely get enough to eat? Those guys at the Earth God Temple in the west of the city are so envious!"

"Heh, if they see you with your mouth all greasy first thing in the morning, I don't need to remind them of the consequences!"

Jia Huan chuckled softly, but his tone was quite stern: "Don't dream about it. The little bit of stock in the cellar is just in case!"

Although his physical condition at this time could not compare to that of the peak period in the world of Dream of the Red Chamber.

But Jia Huan was very talented, and even when he was sick and lying in bed, he was able to live a comfortable life.

Of course, he did it very discreetly to avoid arousing suspicion.

The mountain god temple, which served as a stronghold, was located next to the county town wall and surrounded by dense forests.

In the forests of the south, there is no shortage of edible wild vegetables and medicinal herbs, and a small river meanders through the distance.

He didn't make it too obvious, so he didn't instruct his young beggar subordinates to pick wild vegetables and herbs to eat together when they got up, and then use medical skills to quickly recover their health.

Once he was able to get out of bed, he naturally found ways to replenish his energy. During this time, he did not let his little beggar subordinates notice anything unusual. With the help of various wild vegetables, he was able to have a hot meal every day.

Three months passed in this way. He not only successfully integrated into the group of beggars at the mountain god temple, but also gradually and subtly made his subordinate beggars adapt to his subtle changes.

Fortunately, neither the young beggar nor the beggar child had complicated thoughts. They could barely eat their fill every day and occasionally get some oil, which was like a paradise. How could they possibly suspect anything was wrong?

I just thought that Jia Huan, the eldest, had a stronger ability to survive in the wild.

With Jia Huan's extraordinary medical skills, unless a renowned doctor came, no one would be able to detect his underhanded methods; he did so quite discreetly.

Once he had recovered, the wild game near the mountain god temple, as well as the fish and shrimp in the nearby stream, were naturally in big trouble, frequently falling victim to Jia Huan's culpability.

However, Jia Huan, who had just transmigrated, dared not let his little beggars enjoy such things freely, as he was merely a second-class disciple of the Huarong Xiangtang branch of the Beggar Clan.

If Wu Xiangzhu notices it, or if other fellow disciples discover it, the consequences will be quite dire.

Therefore, they can only add a tiny bit of oil to their daily meals.

In addition to the monthly payments, selling wild game was also a significant source of financial supplement before the way his beggar subordinates made a living changed.

In short, Jia Huan and his group of beggars lived a rather impoverished life on the surface.

Chapter 403 The Villain is Executed (Please Subscribe)

The next day, just as dawn was breaking, the mountain god temple became lively.

"Get up, get up, all of you boys!"

Seven or eight teenage beggars shouted and woke up more than a dozen beggar children, which caused a noisy commotion and crying.

"It's only because Brother Huan forbids us from hitting or scolding you all that we're allowed to do it, otherwise you'd all get a beating!"

A young beggar shouted out, and after chasing all the beggar children out of the mountain god temple, he couldn't help but mutter, "Brother Huan is really something, which beggar hasn't been beaten up since he was a child?"

"You little brat, shut up!"

The companion next to him curled his lip and said, "Brother Huan is right. If you're so capable, go bully those thugs. What kind of skill is it to swagger around in front of a bunch of kids?"

"You're all talk, but I've never seen your Taizu Long Fist technique that impressive?"

"Heh, then let's practice later. Teaching you a lesson won't be a problem!"

"Let's practice then, who's afraid of who?"

Jia Huan had already gotten up and stretched his muscles and bones.