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

Uncle Liu put the large bundle of rope aside and, together with his son, unloaded the goods.

After unloading the cargo, he told his son to take the ropes back to their own house first.

After searching around the manor for a while, he heard that Master Zhang and Miss Zhang were practicing calligraphy in the study. So he went back to his room to rest for a while before returning to Lin Ye's room.

Lin Ye was already waiting inside the room. When he heard Uncle Liu knocking on the door, he let him in.

"Sir, how are you?"

Lin Ye asked.

Liu Bo said, "Sir, the rope has been brought back and is kept in the room."

Lin Ye nodded and followed Uncle Liu to his small house. His son took a bundle of brand-new rope from the wall and handed it to Lin Ye.

The rope wasn't very thick, only about a finger's diameter. Lin Ye tried pulling on it and found it quite resilient, suggesting that Uncle Liu had put a lot of thought into finding such a rope for Zhan.

"Young sir, I searched all over the city and found this in a herbalist. They usually go to the mountains to pick herbs, so this rope is absolutely reliable."

Lin Ye nodded, took out five taels of silver from his pocket, and handed it to Uncle Liu.

Liu Bo said in a panic, "Young sir, how could I dare to accept your money?"

Lin Ye said, "Take it."

Uncle Liu said, "But five taels of silver is really too much."

"Please accept this, sir, don't stand on ceremony."

Seeing that Lin Ye's tone was unquestionable and that he was clearly unwilling to get involved in this matter, he had no choice but to repeatedly thank his subordinates.

Lin Ye thought for a moment and then said, "I'll leave the rope here with you for now and come back for it later."

He left Uncle Liu's place, and before he had gone far, a maidservant hurried toward him.

"Young Master Zhang, we've finally found you! Miss is looking for you."

"I'm coming right now."

Forest road.

I had just parted ways with Zhu Jiuzhen in the study, and not long after, she sent someone to find me again. I have to say, she's a real troublesome little devil.

Lin Ye followed the maid to Zhu Jiuzhen's room. From afar, he saw her waiting outside the door. Upon seeing Lin Ye, she gave him a charming smile.

"Brother Wuji, you've finally arrived."

"What does Sister Zhu want with me now?"

"Uncle Yao has just returned from the Central Plains. I'll take you to meet him, and we can see if he bought everything he needed for me back there."

Yao Qingquan, who had been chasing the wind for a thousand miles, has now appeared. It seems that Zhu Changling's plan has begun, and it's happening faster than expected. Fortunately, I'm already prepared.

Lin Ye remained calm and went to the front hall with Zhu Jiuzhen.

Before even entering the hall, one could hear sobbing coming from inside.

Upon entering, one sees Zhu Changling and a tall, thin middle-aged man kneeling on the ground, embracing and weeping.

Sure enough, the show has begun.

The man was dressed in white mourning clothes with a straw rope tied around his waist. Zhu Jiuzhen had a bad feeling when she saw this, and stepped forward and said, "Second Uncle Yao..."

Zhu Changling burst into tears: "Zhen'er, Zhen'er, our great benefactor, Master Zhang, Master Zhang is dead."

Zhu Jiuzhen exclaimed in surprise, "Then how could it be that Zhang Engong disappeared for ten years, but hasn't he returned safely?"

Yao Qingquan sobbed, "We live in a remote area and our news is out of reach. It turns out that Zhang Engong and his wife committed suicide together more than four years ago. I heard the news on my way to Shaanxi before I even got to Wudang Mountain."

After climbing the mountain and meeting Master Song and Master Yu, I learned the truth. Alas…

The story then recounts Zhang Cuishan's suicide on Mount Wudang, as well as the various sects in the martial arts world who pressured him, and how many sects there were.

He spoke with tears streaming down his face, unable to hold back his sobs.

As he spoke, he would occasionally glance at Lin Ye out of the corner of his eye. Lin Ye pretended not to notice, but the atmosphere had already been set so high that it would be inappropriate for him not to show something.

So he forced out two tears, his face full of sorrow, but he remained silent.

Zhu Changling, seeing this, knew something was amiss. Suddenly, he angrily slammed his hand down on the octagonal table beside him, shattering a corner with a crack. He roared, "..."

"Second brother! These people are among the best in the martial arts world today. We couldn't possibly afford to offend any of them. But Master Zhang has treated us with immense kindness, and even if we are torn to pieces, we must avenge him!"

Yao Qingquan wiped away his tears:

"What you say is true, elder brother. Both of our lives were saved by Master Zhang. Since we've already lived more than ten years longer, it's fine to hand them back to Master Zhang."

"What I regret most is that I didn't get to meet Master Zhang's son. Otherwise, I could have conveyed my brother's wish that we could invite him here so that we could all do our best to serve him for the rest of our lives."

Further down, everything is exactly the same as in the original story. Zhu Changling has Zhu Jiuzhen bring Lin Ye to his study.

Pointing to a central painting titled "Zhang Cuishan's Kindness," he explained to Lin Ye how Zhang Cuishan had been kind to them and how they were so grateful that they created this painting.

The painting had yellowed, indicating that it had probably been more than ten years.

Given Zhu Changling's family wealth and connections, it wouldn't have been difficult for him to obtain such an old piece of paper and then paint on it.

After admiring the painting, the page boy invited Zhu Jiuzhen to the mourning hall to pay her respects.

This commotion continued until nightfall, and the entire village was filled with sorrow.

During this time, Yao Qingquan inadvertently revealed Xie Xun's name, but as soon as he uttered the word "Xie," Zhu Changling coughed to stop him.

Clearly, they didn't want Lin Ye to know Xie Xun's whereabouts.

Lin Ye just smiled to himself and didn't say anything.

According to their plan, the next step is probably to disband the manor, dismiss the servants, bid farewell to Lin Ye, set the manor on fire, stage a self-inflicted injury, bring Lin Ye to the fake Xie Xun played by Wu Lie, stage another melodramatic scene, lure Lin Ye into revealing his true identity, and take them to Ice and Fire Island.

With such a meticulously planned scheme, how could Zhang Wuji possibly discern the truth? In fact, if he hadn't overheard Zhu Jiuzhen and his cousin's conversation, he might have actually led them to Icefire Island, only to have his eyes gouged out and be abandoned there.

Fortunately, Lin Ye had read the script.

Lin Ye waited until midnight, when everyone was asleep, before he got out of bed and walked out of the room.

All was quiet outside.

Lin Ye walked steadily through the corridor to the backyard. When he passed the archway, he darted to the side against the wall and hid in the shadows.

Before long, the guards who had been following behind peeked out and came over.

Lin Ye acted swiftly, first striking one person in the back with a palm, then quickly snapping the neck of the other.

He instantly killed the two guards who had been monitoring him for more than ten days.

Lin Ye dragged the body to a dark place, then went to the woodshed, next to which was another room.

Lin Ye quietly pushed open the door and entered, a strong smell of kerosene wafting towards him.

The Kunlun Mountains in the Tianshan Mountains of the Western Regions are rich in kerosene, so a large estate like Hongmei Manor would naturally have some.

Lin Ye took some, poured it on the woodpile in the woodshed, then lit a tinderbox and threw it over.

The kerosene ignited immediately upon contact with fire, and with a pile of dry firewood underneath, a raging fire quickly broke out, billowing thick smoke under the moonlight.