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

Four Emei disciples, in their attempt to kill the fleeing military officer, strained their qi and blood, and a sweet taste rose in their throats, nearly causing them to spit out blood. They were now unable to circulate their qi any further.

He shouted, "Young brother, kill those two bald thieves too!"

By this time, the two monks had adapted to the pain and stood up shakily, their hands trembling uncontrollably, clearly indicating that the poison from the salt had entered their bodies.

Lin Ye said, "Do you two masters intend to end it yourselves, or do you want me to do it personally?"

The two monks shouted, "Do you know who we are? We were invited by the Prince of Ruyang. If you kill us, you will not escape!"

Lin Ye nodded: "So it seems I'll have to do it myself."

Although these two were highly skilled in martial arts, Lin Ye had already figured it out after observing them for a while. The poison had affected their hearts, and they were blind, so their skills were probably less than one-tenth of what they used to be.

Most importantly, people who are confident and fearless do not make such bluffing moves.

Unexpectedly, the two monks were truly courageous, showing no fear on their faces, and shouted:

"If you have the guts, chop off our heads! If we utter a single utterance, we're not doing justice to the Prince!"

Lin Ye didn't say much, only said "Okay!", picked up a weapon from the ground, and started slashing at the two of them.

With two thuds, the two monks knelt on the ground, stammering:

"Grandpa, Grandpa, spare our lives! Please spare our lives, since we're both blind!"

Another person said:

"If you release us, young master, we will tell the prince and guarantee you wealth and honor."

"Yes, yes, yes."

Lin Ye was taken aback at first, then chuckled.

He thought these two were tough guys just now, but he never expected them to be so spineless in the face of life and death.

The difference in their behavior before and after was so stark that it was almost comical, but no one was in the mood for jokes in the current situation, especially the Emei disciples.

One of the senior sisters said, "Brother Lin, don't fall for his tricks. Just finish them off with one strike."

Lin Ye knew that their words were not to be trusted, but it would be a real pity to kill them without getting anything out of them.

Lin Ye said, "I have some questions for you. If you answer truthfully, I may consider letting you go."

The two monks said, "Young master, please ask whatever you want. We will answer everything we know."

Lin Ye asked, "Are you two from the Vajra Sect?"

The two Tibetan monks were wondering what Lin Ye would ask, but his first question surprised them greatly. Their Vajra Sect was founded in the Western Regions and rarely operated in the Central Plains, so not many people in the Central Plains martial arts world knew about their sect. How did this kid know?

"Young master, your eyesight is exceptional; we are indeed from the Vajra Sect."

Lin Ye nodded secretly; these people were indeed from the Vajra Sect.

There was once a monk who worked as a fire worker at Shaolin Temple. Out of resentment, he secretly learned Shaolin martial arts. He was exceptionally talented and a martial arts genius.

He once killed nine masters at the Damo Hall, fled Shaolin, and killed all the pursuing monks on the way. In the end, he founded the Vajra Sect in the Western Regions.

Although the Vajra Sect is a Buddhist sect, it completely abandons Buddhism and focuses on external martial arts, specializing in a fierce and ruthless style, which is completely contrary to the pure and righteous Shaolin martial arts.

Yu Daiyan of the Wudang Sect is now lying in bed like a cripple, his tendons and veins severed by the Vajra Sect's ultimate technique, "Mighty Vajra Finger".

Lin Ye continued, "Who were you chasing just now?"

The two monks said, "They are some rebels who have defied the imperial court. We have been chasing them all the way here, but we have offended you all instead. We deserve to die."

The two Tibetan monks were unaware of the situation and thought that the military officers had provoked the group by relying on their official power. They did not know that it was actually the Emei Sect who had gotten involved first.

Lin Ye originally wanted to ask about Ruyang King's recent activities, but he figured that these two Tibetan monks were probably high-ranking figures, so he decided to ask something more practical.

"I've heard that your Vajra Sect's Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment is a holy medicine for external injuries. How about this, you teach me your ultimate technique, the Mighty Vajra Finger, and the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment, and I'll spare your lives."

Upon hearing this, the two monks were even more shocked, and said in trembling voices, "How do you even know about the Black Jade Bone-Mending Ointment?!"

Lin Ye said, "Don't worry about how I know. Hand it over if you want to live."

The two monks said, "Although the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment is a secret of our sect, we two are of lowly status and cannot access it, let alone the Vajra Finger Technique. It would be truly difficult for us to fulfill these two requests from you, young master."

Lin Ye said, "Then you two can't blame me."

Difficult to handle? Then don't do it.

With a "whoosh," Lin Ye raised his weapon again.

The two monks panicked immediately and hurriedly said:

"Wait! Wait! I suddenly remembered that I happen to have a recipe for the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment on me, so I put it in my bosom!"

Lin Ye then put down his weapon.

The disciples of the Emei Sect were stunned. Seeing that the two evil monks were completely led by the nose by Lin Ye, they were all amazed and impressed.

If it were them, they would have killed the two of them with a single blow long ago, instead of trying to get some kind of sect's sacred medicine from them.

Zhou Zhiruo simply watched from the sidelines without saying a word.

A monk shakily pulled a piece of yellow paper from his robes, on which were written in small characters, line by line.

He said:

"This is the recipe for the Black Jade Rejuvenating Ointment. As for the Vajra Finger technique, neither of us knows it. Otherwise, we wouldn't have been so easily defeated... and we wouldn't have been sent here so easily."

He had intended to say, "We won't fall for your tricks so easily," but thankfully he changed his mind in time.

The Vajra Finger is a unique skill of the Vajra Sect, and it is not easy to master. Although these two are skilled in martial arts, they may not be able to learn it. I suppose they are not lying.

In fact, Lin Ye only asked casually. He wasn't too fixated on the Vajra Finger. He already had the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms. The Vajra Finger would be a bonus if he had it, but it wouldn't bother him much if he didn't.

But that Black Jade Broken-Healing Ointment, that stuff is really good.

He stepped forward and reached out to take it.

Unexpectedly, when the two monks heard Lin Ye approaching, their expressions suddenly turned fierce. They gathered their inner strength and struck Lin Ye with a heavy palm.

He roared, "You brat, prepare to die!"

Lin Ye sneered inwardly. He had expected this to happen. He had watched a lot of TV dramas in his previous life and knew that someone would always use this trick.

Hearing Zhou Zhiruo and another Emei disciple shout "Be careful!", he planted his single sword in the ground, stepped on the hilt of the sword, and dodged the two palms.

At this moment, the monk unleashed his palm strike, but what lay before him was a sharp blade.

He was blind, poisoned, and his internal energy was damaged. This palm strike landed squarely on the blade.

With a sizzling sound, the man's hand was sliced ​​in two by the blade.

His palm strike was extremely fierce; the knife cut straight to the bone of his hand before stopping, leaving it covered in blood.

"Aaaaaah—!"

The monk let out a heart-wrenching scream, which quickly came to an abrupt end. Lin Ye slapped the tops of the two monks from the air, and they both died instantly.

Lin Ye frowned, shook his head, and sighed, "Amitabha."