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

Everyone was drunk all night and slept until noon the next day before sobering up.

They drank like this for three days before their enthusiasm waned.

That morning, the disciples of the first and second bags went out to beg in the streets as usual, and a disciple of the third bag was assigned to manage the order.

As usual, Lin Ye, the second-in-command, had to go out on the streets even if he didn't have anything else to do, to complete the gang's fixed begging task.

Lin Ye said he didn't care. Although he no longer needed that money, he would abide by the gang rules.

He hasn't begged in so long, I wonder if he'll be rusty when he picks up the bowl again.

However, just as Lin Ye was about to leave, Xu Shou stopped him.

"Brother Lin, I told you I would recommend you to the leader as a four-bag disciple, so you don't need to go out. Take this letter and go see the leader first."

As he spoke, Xu Shou took out a letter and handed it to Lin Ye.

Helmsman...

According to what Lin Ye knows.

The Beggars' Sect is divided into a main headquarters, and sometimes a temporary main headquarters, under which are six branch headquarters.

They are respectively the Great Benevolence Branch, the Great Wisdom Branch, the Great Righteousness Branch, the Great Faith Branch, the Great Courage Branch, and the Great Propriety Branch.

Each branch has different functions.

In addition to the Dali branch being stationed near Junshan, where the main headquarters is located, the other branches each manage a regional branch.

The Daren branch is responsible for disaster relief, poverty alleviation, gathering refugees, and recruiting believers. It directly manages the Lingnan branch.

The Great Wisdom Branch is responsible for spying on the enemy and gathering intelligence. It directly oversees the Western Regions Branch.

The Daxin branch is responsible for guarding the stronghold, mutual assistance within the gang, and maintaining order at the grassroots level. It directly manages the Sichuan branch.

The Grand Ceremony Branch is responsible for guarding the main altar, internal etiquette, and external affairs liaison for the entire clan.

The Dayi Branch was responsible for the nation's supplies, canal transport, and merchants. It directly managed the Linshui Branch in Jiangnan.

The Dayong branch is responsible for training within the gang and opposes Yuan's suppression. It directly oversees the Jiangbei branch, which is the branch where Lin Ye is located.

Each regional branch contains several outposts. For example, Taipingdian Town, where he was located, was one such outpost, and Xu Shou was the manager of that outpost.

The leader Xu Shou wanted him to see was the leader of the Jiangbei branch.

The man's surname was Yan and his given name was Benlei. Lin Ye had met him once when he joined the gang. He heard from the gang members that he was skilled in the Benlei Fist technique, and that his fist was fierce and surging, truly as fast as lightning.

However, Lin Ye has not yet had the chance to see him make a move.

Xu Shou had already pressed his fingerprint on the letter. Next, Lin Ye only needed to be accompanied by a disciple with three bags of spiritual energy to go to the branch.

Without delay, Lin Ye set off immediately.

Accompanying him was a brother in his thirties named Wang Nian, who served as a witness to Lin Ye's report to the branch.

The two boarded a boat at the Han River ferry and traveled downstream for sixty li (approximately 30 kilometers), arriving in Xiangyang half a day later.

Looking at Xiangyang City, Lin Ye couldn't help but sigh. Xiangyang, which Guo Jing and Huang Rong defended to the death back then, now belongs to the Yuan court. It was truly a sad and lamentable situation.

"Brother Lin, we need to change boats up ahead."

Lin Ye was lost in thought when the man surnamed Wang reminded him.

"Um."

Lin Ye replied, and the two of them docked at the shore and changed to a boat traveling north along the Tangbai River.

After traveling two miles by water, they suddenly saw two riverboats moored on the bank ahead.

One of the cargo boats was on the water, clearly carrying some kind of cargo, while the other boat had a black flag that fluttered in the wind, with a faint image of an eagle on it.

Wang Nian recognized the water-drafted barge and exclaimed in surprise, "It's one of our Beggars' Sect's boats!"

Lin Ye stared intently and saw that the people on the cargo boat were indeed all wearing tattered clothes.

Then, a dozen or so people from the black boat leaped onto the Beggars' Sect's cargo ship and fought with the Beggars' Sect disciples on board. Their weapons clashed, producing a series of ear-piercing clangs.

Lin Ye frowned and said to the boatman, "Boatman, hurry over there."

The boatman said, "Young master, you're joking. There's a fierce battle going on there; how could I possibly get there alive?"

Wang shouted, "I'll give you more silver."

As he spoke, he took out two coins from his pocket and threw them over. Seeing that the boatman was still hesitating, he simply snatched the oar from the boatman's hand and rowed hard twice, and the boat immediately went faster.

At this moment, a clanging sound came from afar, and some Beggars' Sect disciples were being slashed into the water, splashing water with a "plop," and the river surface turned crimson.

"The Sky Eagle Sect is going too far! They even dare to rob our Beggars' Sect's grain ships!"

A man on the boat parried the attacks while shouting at the enemy.

The man said, "We stole your Beggars' Sect's boat!"

The man roared, "Brothers, don't let those wicked people from the Sky Eagle Sect bully us!"

The man was about to roar to boost the morale of his brothers, but it was no use. These people from the Sky Eagle Cult seemed to have come prepared, and one by one, his brothers were unable to hold on. Even he was gritting his teeth and struggling to persevere.

The person he fought was truly skilled in martial arts.

The man sneered, "Still putting on a brave face."

Seizing an opening, he parried the man's long sword, kicked out, and the man flew heavily, crashing onto the deck of the boat.

"Prepare to die!"

The man stepped forward again, intending to end the man's life with a single sword stroke.

The man thought to himself that his life was over, but there was nothing he could do.

Suddenly, a whistling sound came from the side. The man looked up sharply and saw someone throwing a boat oar at him as a hidden weapon.

Seeing the oar coming at him with great force, the man was terrified and quickly dodged to the side. The oar missed him and disappeared into the water with a whoosh.

He turned his head to look and saw another boat approaching nearby.

At this moment, Lin Ye's boat had come close. He threw out one oar and then another, but not at anyone, but onto the river in front of him.

Lin Ye leaped forward, his feet tapping the oars, propelling the boat forward. With a thud, the boat landed heavily on the deck.

The man saw that although Lin Ye's gray cloth was clean, the fabric was old and there was a patch on his shoulder, so he knew that it was a group of people who had come.

He sneered, "Who do we have here? Turns out it's just another filthy piece of trash."

Lin Ye had already recognized the flags and knew that they were members of the Sky Eagle Cult.

For some reason, he couldn't get angry when the other person called him a filthy piece of trash.

It's like a naughty child being mischievous with you. You don't need to get angry; you just need to reach out and pinch his ear.

"May I ask your honorable name?"

Is it one of the Five Outer Altars? Or perhaps a certain leader of a branch?

The man glanced at the cloth bag at Lin Ye's waist and saw that there were only two bags. He sneered inwardly, "A disciple with only two bags is not worthy of knowing my name."

"Go ask the Dragon King of the Underwater World."

No sooner had the man finished speaking than seven or eight members of the Sky Eagle Cult raised their knives and attacked.

Lin Ye did not dodge but instead met the attack head-on, first shrinking to the front of the four people who came from behind, avoiding the four long swords.

The four men were shocked, but Lin Ye had already taken control of their long swords. With a simple backhand gesture, the other four attackers fell to the ground in an instant.

Lin Ye snatched the blade, turned around and swept it across, and four more people fell to the ground.

The remaining five disciples of the Sky Eagle Sect were about to step forward when they were stunned to see Lin Ye finish off their eight brothers in the blink of an eye.

They were all wary of Lin Ye's ferocity and dared not step forward.

They couldn't help but look at the helmsman, and saw that his eyes were also full of horror.

There are others in the martial arts world who can take on so many brothers by themselves, but to do it so easily and effortlessly must make them a first-rate master.

"...I am Yu Sanpao, the leader of the Sky Eagle Sect. May I ask your esteemed name?"

The helmsman cupped his hands in a respectful gesture.