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

[Good fortune has not yet arrived], [Good fortune has not yet arrived], [Good fortune has not yet arrived], [A little bit of good fortune, +1 steamed bun], [A little bit of good fortune, +1 steamed bun]...

[Good fortune not yet arrived], [Small good fortune, steamed bun +1], [Good fortune not yet arrived], [Medium good fortune, Beggars' Sect Body Tempering Fist]...

[Good fortune has not yet arrived]...

Jingxuan went to town to get a carriage and hadn't returned yet. While she was away, Lin Ye found a big tree not far from Abbess Miejue and leaned against it to start drawing lots.

The people from Emei couldn't see what was happening during the lottery draw; they just thought he was daydreaming and regretting the competition he had just faced.

Lin Ye spent a quarter of an hour drawing 2000 times, and his complexion was not very good.

As expected, this system remains unchanged.

2000 draws, 40 Beggars' Sect Body Tempering Fist manuals, over 400 steamed buns, 2 Free and Easy Fist manuals, nothing else.

Although his face looked grim, Lin Ye's heart was not greatly disturbed.

After all, last time he only got the "Regretful Dragon" move from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms after four or five thousand draws. If he could get it in 2000 draws this time, he was afraid that he would become "Fan Jin passing the imperial examination" instead.

Fortunately, there were other gains as well; the storage time in his system's storage box was extended to half a month.

Lin Ye knew that the system was being kind, preventing the steamed bun from going bad before he finished eating it.

He was grateful and spent another fifteen minutes drawing 2000 times. This time it was a little better: fifty copies of the Beggars' Sect Body Tempering Fist, five hundred steamed buns, plus three copies of the Free and Unfettered Fist Technique.

Lin Ye stopped smoking and took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down.

"It's okay, it was the same last time."

He comforted himself in this way.

This time he reduced the number of attempts, only doing 500 draws. However, things didn't go according to his will, and he still got nothing after 500 draws.

He was somewhat frantic, and in a fit of rage, he used a twig to scribble several portraits on the ground: Qiao Feng with thick eyebrows and a square face, Hong Qigong with a long beard and white eyebrows, the silly-looking Guo Jing, the playful and lively Huang Rong, and finally, the heroic and reserved Yelü Qi…

He naturally didn't recognize what the others actually looked like; he simply copied their images from the movies and TV shows he'd seen in his previous life. Luckily, he'd spent some time in the art field in his previous life, so his drawing skills were just passable.

Finally, he took out five steamed buns, piled them up, broke off three tree branches, and bowed deeply in worship.

"So many people in your family died..."

A childish voice sounded behind him. Lin Ye turned around and saw that it was Zhou Zhiruo. Her voice carried a hint of hesitation and sympathy.

Seeing his distress, Zhou Zhiruo assumed that Lin Ye was simply heartbroken because he had lost the competition.

After some thought, I decided to come over and offer my condolences, but I was surprised to see Brother Lin paying respects to his ancestors, which must have been a reminder of his past.

Ding Minjun, who was not far away, watched and laughed, "If you can't beat them, you can't beat them. Even if you worship your ancestors for eighteen generations, it won't help."

"..."

Lin Ye ignored him, waved his hand, and used the remaining 3500 to go all in on one draw.

[Good fortune has not yet arrived], [Good fortune has not yet arrived], [Small good fortune, +1 steamed bun], [Good fortune has not yet arrived], [Great good fortune, +3 steamed buns]...

The familiar notifications flooded the screen again, but Lin Ye remained unfazed, staring intently at the virtual notification box.

The virtual prompts went up line by line, and then, in the next moment, a golden light lit up in the prompt box!

[Great Fortune, Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms: Flying Dragon in the Sky]

This wasn't the end. After a series of prompts, near the end, another golden light suddenly shone:

[Great Fortune, Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms: Dragon Appears in the Field]

The golden light in Lin Ye's mind gradually faded, and two heavy "intentions" settled steadily into the corner of the system's storage box. These were the secret techniques of the "Flying Dragon in the Sky" and "Dragon Appearing in the Field" moves from the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms.

Lin Ye let out a long breath. He thought he was going to fail this time, but unexpectedly, he received two pleasant surprises.

After the initial surprise, his expression froze, as if he had remembered something.

After eight thousand strokes, the palm technique is complete, but what about the staff technique?

Seeing him suddenly become sad and happy, and now his happiness turned to worry, Zhou Zhiruo was quite puzzled. She thought that all Beggar Clan disciples were like this, acting crazy. She wanted to say something but couldn't think of anything to say, so she could only lean against a nearby tree.

Ding Minjun snorted and turned her head away, not even glancing at Lin Ye.

Lin Ye ignored what was happening around him. Without the Dog Stick Technique, he couldn't beat Zhou Zhiruo. Actually, not being able to beat Zhou Zhiruo was secondary. It was just that with the martial arts master Miejue here, it would be a pity not to take this opportunity to ask her for some advice.

Although Abbess Miejue did not know the Dog-Beating Stick Technique, the principles of martial arts are interconnected. Receiving her guidance on some essential martial arts principles would greatly benefit one's understanding of the Dog-Beating Stick Technique.

Lin Ye looked at the remaining twenty taels of silver in his pocket.

After thinking it over, I realized that this was an opportunity not to be missed. To be greedy for such a small amount of money and lose this chance would be like picking up sesame seeds and losing a watermelon.

[Recharged]

[Number of prayers increased by 2000]

Feeling the weight lift from his chest again, he realized that the remaining twenty taels of silver had been deposited into the system.

[Begin your prayer]

[Praying...]

[...]

"Gamblers! Gambler's mentality!"

Fifteen minutes later, Lin Ye beat his chest and stamped his feet, tears welling in his eyes, regretting his actions.

What will be the result after those last 2000 draws?

Thirty books of body-strengthening boxing, and more than three hundred steamed buns.

Gone.

He cursed inwardly, thinking that with twenty taels of silver, he could have eaten well in town, bought a good horse, and done anything better.

Looking back now, he realized he hadn't eaten anything other than steamed buns for several months.

All the money went to feeding this broken system.

One of the Emei disciples, unable to bear it any longer, walked up to Abbess Miejue and said:

"Master, this can't go on. I think we should find him a doctor... lest he go mad before even reaching the Western Regions."

Abbess Miejue snorted coldly and said, "I want to see what tricks this brat is up to."

Lin Ye was indeed going crazy, but now that things had come to this, he might as well go all out.

"Senior Brother Lin, everything is predestined. You don't look well. You should take care of yourself."

Seeing Lin Ye like this, Zhou Zhiruo finally spoke up to comfort him, but then she was taken aback.

Lin Ye's gaze towards her was sinister and inexplicably frightening, but considering that her master and senior sisters were present again, this person would not dare to act recklessly.

Then I thought that the other person had lost so many relatives, and he might have suffered a temporary mental breakdown, so I couldn't blame him.

Lin Ye smiled and said, "Junior Sister Zhou, I have a favor to ask of you."

"Brother Lin, then so be it."

Although she felt something was amiss, Zhou Zhiruo maintained a calm expression.

"Could you lend me a few taels of silver?"

Zhou Zhiruo was speechless for a moment. She wondered why her senior brother Lin was looking at her like that. It turned out he was here to borrow money from her. Now that she thought about it, her neighbor used to look at her father with the same eyes whenever he borrowed money from her.

She said, "I have no money; the silver I have belongs to my master."

"That's how it is. My apologies, it was my presumption."

Lin Ye apologized and left, returning to his original spot, feeling quite awkward.

Gambler's mentality, sigh, gambler's mentality!

Just as she was sighing, Zhou Zhiruo's petite figure approached again. She opened her palm, revealing half a coin of silver, and said:

"However, Master has allowed me to use half a tael of silver inside. If Senior Brother Lin needs it urgently, just take it."