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

And so, Lin Ye joined the Emei Sect's team, or more accurately, the Emei Sect joined Lin Ye's team, and they set off towards Kunlun in the Western Regions.

Lin Ye then truly understood what it meant to be caught in the web of life and unable to control one's own destiny.

The group walked for a while, and when night fell, they lit a campfire in the woods and rested for the night.

They set off again early the next morning.

Although the two poisoned disciples had been cured, their internal energy was scattered, and their bodies were weak and limp, making them practically useless in terms of martial arts.

They were helped along and managed to walk a few miles, but by then they were already feeling weak and could no longer walk.

Jingxuan saw this and couldn't bear it, so she stepped forward and said to Abbess Miejue:

"Master, my two junior sisters' poison wounds haven't healed, and they really can't walk anymore. What do you think...?"

Abbess Miejue glanced back and saw that her two disciples were indeed pale and covered in cold sweat.

Although she was strict, she was not cold-blooded.

She said, "Let's rest here."

He then said to Jingxuan, "There's a town ahead. Go there and get a carriage."

Lin Ye volunteered, "Master, I'll go too. I know the way ahead well."

Abbess Miejue glanced at Lin Ye and sneered, "You can stay here. If you're really bored, you can practice your punches on the trees over there."

She knew exactly what the boy was thinking. There were many Beggar Clan members in the town, and this boy was just trying to take this opportunity to tip off someone. How could she let him have his way?

Jingxuan accepted the order and went with a junior sister.

Lin Ye smiled, not minding at all, and went to the side, clapping his hands vigorously at the tree trunk.

With his current internal strength, although he can't practice the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms too hard, he can't neglect it either. Anyway, the people from the Extinction Sect and the Emei Sect have already witnessed this move, so there's no point in him helping them anymore.

Besides, the journey is long, so we can't afford to neglect our martial arts skills.

The leaves on the trees rustled in the wind, and leaves kept falling down, landing on the heads of the Emei disciples resting nearby.

They frowned and moved to another spot in disgust.

Abbess Miejue, observing this, asked, "Boy, what is your relationship with Shi Huolong?"

Shi Huolong, the leader of the Beggars' Sect, had a brief encounter with Abbess Miejue when he was young. He is the only one in the martial arts world who knows all twelve moves of the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. Unfortunately, he is of mediocre talent and cannot rely on this palm technique to revitalize the Beggars' Sect.

The move Lin Ye used yesterday was clearly a masterful martial art from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, hence the question.

Lin Ye said, "Master, are you referring to Chief Shi of the Beggars' Sect? I am of little fortune and could never have any connection with him. I am merely an ordinary second-generation disciple of the Beggars' Sect."

"You brat, you're spouting nonsense! If it were truly as you say, that you're just an ordinary second-generation disciple of the Beggars' Sect, how could you possibly possess the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms?"

The Emei disciples looked at Lin Ye in surprise when they heard their master say this.

They had heard their master talk about the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. It was an extremely superior martial art of the Beggars' Sect. Guo Jing, the father of Guo Xiang, the founder of the Emei Sect, relied on his superb Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms to stand out among the Five Greats and was known as the Northern Hero.

Whenever the sisters talked about it, they were all filled with admiration.

Their master hadn't mentioned it yesterday, but upon hearing it today, everyone was surprised, never expecting that this unassuming little devil would also possess such abilities.

Lin Ye feigned surprise and said:

"Two years ago, I was stranded by the river and almost starved to death. A disheveled old man gave me half a steamed bun and gestured a few times, saying that it would save my life if I was beaten."

"This junior is dull-witted and only managed to memorize one or two moves. Yesterday, in a moment of panic, I used them haphazardly and had no idea of ​​their origin or name. It turns out that the palm technique was actually our gang's peerless martial art, the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms..."

Lin Ye's eyes widened, and his expression of surprise was perfectly convincing.

Abbess Miejue believed it to be true, and nodded, saying, "It is your good fortune to have this opportunity. Although you only learned one move, it is enough for you to benefit from for the rest of your life."

Then he thought: This kid has good talent. He became a second-generation disciple of the Beggars' Sect at such a young age. He is truly extraordinary.

He then said, "Kid, you're practicing anyway, so I'll find you a sparring partner."

"Master, how could I be a match for all of you senior sisters?" Lin Ye said politely.

Abbess Miejue snorted and said, "How could I not know that even if you practice for another five years, you might not be able to defeat them?"

Abbess Miejue originally intended to say ten years, but considering Lin Ye's talent, she changed it to five years.

With her keen insight, Abbess Miejue knew Lin Ye's potential just by watching him make a move yesterday. All he needed now was a good master.

She certainly wouldn't take on the responsibility herself, but this kid is indeed a formidable opponent.

"The nun is right."

Yes, yes, you're right. Lin Ye had no intention of refuting it. Before going to Kunlun in the Western Regions to find Xie Xun, he knew he was safe. He was more than happy to have someone to spar with during this time. But who would Abbess Miejue send?

Could it be…? His gaze almost instinctively fell on Zhou Zhiruo, since there were only the two little children present.

At this moment, Miejue said, "Zhiruo, you spar with him."

"Yes." Zhou Zhiruo did not hesitate at all. Holding the Emei sword, she walked steadily to Lin Ye, cupped her hands and said, "Brother Lin, please give me your guidance."

Lin Ye was taken aback. "Master, you want me to have a match with Junior Sister Zhou?"

Abbess Miejue said, "Although Zhiruo is younger than you, her talent is not necessarily inferior to yours. The two of you are evenly matched. However, for the sake of fairness, you are not allowed to use that Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms move."

As they were talking, an Emei disciple threw a sword to Lin Ye and offered it to him. Lin Ye reached out and caught it.

He looked at the Emei sword in his hand, somewhat bewildered. "But Master, this junior does not know how to wield a sword."

This time he wasn't lying; he really didn't know how to use a sword. It wasn't his fault; the Beggars' Sect had been working on their basic fist techniques for two months, but they still hadn't managed to come up with a single move that involved a sword.

The Beggars' Sect disciples all rely on blunt force trauma to defeat people, so even if he wanted to learn, he couldn't.

"Previously, an elder of the Beggars' Sect was known as the Eight-Armed Divine Swordsman, whose swordsmanship was unparalleled. How come his disciples and grand-disciples can't use swords?"

"This junior is truly unworthy to receive even a single move from you."

"So what weapons do you use?"

"This junior doesn't know anything about weapons."

"..."

"Since you don't know how to use weapons, you can only blame yourself for not being skilled enough. You can't blame anyone else. So, you'll fight Zhiruo bare-handed."

The Emei Sect is known for its swordsmanship, so Abbess Miejue would naturally not allow Zhou Zhiruo to abandon her sword and use her fists. She knew that Lin Ye had some agility and could hold out for a while.

Lin Ye was stunned.

Alright, alright, is this how you play? Disable my Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms, and then gleefully let your disciple slash me with a sword.

Lin Ye held his breath and said, "In that case, this junior will humbly borrow your sect's precious sword."

With that, he drew his weapon with a clang.

Can't use a sword, and can't use a stick either?

In his hands, the sword was a staff.

Lin Ye said, "Junior Sister Zhou, please."

Just as Zhou Zhiruo returned the greeting with a cupped hand, Lin Ye had already raised both swords above his head, as if carrying the force of a thousand pounds, and slammed them forward.