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

When the six major sects besieged Bright Peak, Cheng Kun disguised himself as Yuan Zhen of the Shaolin sect and followed the crowd. He then left under the pretext of leaving, but in reality, he had already secretly prepared gunpowder and placed it in the secret passage of Bright Peak.

They waited for the six major sects to storm the headquarters, then lit the gunpowder and wiped out the Ming Cult in one fell swoop.

As he was preparing, he suddenly heard a faint noise coming from above the main altar. He wondered if something had happened and the opportunity had arrived ahead of schedule.

So he pushed open the stone door, intending to go forward and take a look. If it was truly a golden opportunity, he could avenge his great grudge ahead of schedule!

To his surprise, as soon as he pushed open the stone door, there was someone already waiting on the other side.

The stone door was extremely large, thick, and heavy. Even with his profound inner strength, he had to exert almost all his strength to push it open, leaving him no time to look at anything else.

He had barely caught a glimpse of the man's face when, caught off guard, he was struck by a palm.

Lin Ye's palm struck him on the top of his head, shattering his skull. He collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his mouth and nose.

"It was you... all along."

Cheng Kun, curled up on the ground, said incredulously, his breath already barely audible.

"As expected of Master Yuanzhen, he survived after taking one of my Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms."

"You...how could you..." Cheng Kun trembled as he managed to squeeze out another sentence.

"How did I end up in this Ming Cult secret passage?"

Lin Ye finished speaking for him, and Cheng Kun fell silent. His heavy eyelids drooped for a moment and then opened again. Lin Ye's words were the question he wanted to ask.

Lin Ye kicked him away, sending him crashing heavily into the stone wall.

Cheng Kun possessed profound internal strength and originally had a glimmer of hope. Although he would be cured, he would be mentally disabled and crippled. However, Lin Ye's follow-up kick aggravated his injuries, and he immediately died.

"Why should I waste my breath talking to you?"

Lin Ye coldly stared at Cheng Kun's corpse.

Anyone who has read the original novel knows that killing Cheng Kun didn't require a reason at all.

In addition, before Lin Ye kicked out, he noticed that Cheng Kun was taking advantage of the pause in his conversation to reach for the torch with his right hand.

His purpose was clear: he wanted to take advantage of his last breath to ignite the gunpowder and blow everyone up, perishing together with Lin Ye and the Ming Cult members above.

It can only be said that Cheng Kun was indeed cunning, even in his dying moments he was still scheming.

After Cheng Kun was defeated, Lin Ye turned around and returned to the entrance of the passage.

Xiao Zhao and Yang Buhui remained in the same spot.

The two girls were unaware of what had happened. Cheng Kun pushed open the stone door, and Lin Ye dealt with Cheng Kun without making much noise.

Seeing that Lin Ye had left and then returned, his guard was raised again.

Just then, a commotion was heard from above. It turned out that the Ming Cult members were worried about Yang Buhui's safety and had come to the outside of the young lady's room.

After failing to get permission from outside the door, he rushed inside.

Upon seeing the messy bed, he exclaimed, "Quickly report this to Left Envoy Yang!"

He called out, and one person ran out of the door. A short while later, he heard the person lead a group of people back in.

Then a middle-aged man's voice asked anxiously, "Where is Miss?"

One of them replied, "We didn't see the young lady."

Yang Buhui heard it clearly; the middle-aged man was her father. However, she was unable to speak, even though her father was right next to her.

Yang Xiao shouted, "Go find them!"

The subordinates obeyed and dispersed outside. After a flurry of footsteps, the area above returned to calm.

One of them chuckled and said, "Yang Xiao, your precious daughter has probably been kidnapped."

Lin Ye recognized Zhou Dian's voice and figured that besides Yang Xiao, the Five Wanderers had also come along.

Yang Xiao said coldly, "Zhou Dian, wasn't that person someone you brought here?"

Zhou Dian cursed, "What utter nonsense! You made a mess of your own defenses, but you're blaming us for it."

Yang Xiao said, "Then why has nothing happened for the past few decades, but now that you've come up here, something has happened?"

"Bullshit!"

Zhou Dian was stubborn by nature. He couldn't stand being wronged by Yang Xiao time and time again. He shouted and was about to strike Yang Xiao with his palm.

Peng Yingyu shouted, "Brother Zhou, stop!"

After Peng Yingyu shouted, Zhou Dian stopped in mid-air. He was at odds with Yang Xiao, but the relationship between the Five Wanderers was quite good.

Peng Yingyu's voice was stern, indicating extreme anger. She then said:

"Now that foreign enemies are invading, are we still going to kill each other?"

Zhou Dian found this reasonable, and seeing that Yang Xiao had not seen his beloved daughter, he snorted and put his hand down.

"One must treat everyone fairly," Peng Yingyu said, turning to Yang Xiao after she had persuaded Zhou Dian.

"Yang Xiao, you should watch your words. If you've lost your beloved daughter, we'll help you find her. But to say that we brought the enemy here is to underestimate us."

He snorted and left first.

Zhou Dian also snorted, and left the room with Tie Guan Dao Ren and Wei Yi Xiao, leaving Yang Xiao alone in the room.

Yang Xiao frowned, feeling exhausted by the internal and external troubles. He glanced at the bed and remembered something.

He wondered if that person knew about the Ming Cult's secret passage.

He lowered his steps, slowly approached the bed, reached out and activated the mechanism. The bed panels suddenly split open, and he peered down by the firelight, but there was nothing underneath.

He wanted to go down, but only the leaders of the Ming Cult were qualified to enter the secret passage. Although he wanted to become the leader, he was not the leader after all, so he didn't dare to go in.

The bed was put back together, and Yang Xiao left the room.

Below the secret passage, Lin Ye had already moved Xiao Zhao and Yang Buhui to one side.

When Yang Buhui saw the bed board at the entrance of the secret passage open and then close again, and that her father had not come down after all, her newly raised hope was extinguished once more.

Lin Ye said, "You guys behave yourselves. The pressure points will be released in an hour."

The implication was that he would not harm them.

This was the first time Lin Ye had spoken to them since they entered the room, but that was all he said.

After Yang Xiao and the other wandering warriors left, Lin Ye opened the secret passage and returned to her boudoir.

He wanted to follow the path back to the council hall where Zhang Wuji and Zhu'er were, but as soon as he peeked out the door, he was suddenly struck by a palm from the side.

Lin Ye dodged to the side, and the man seized the opportunity to strike again, forcing Lin Ye back into the room.

Lin Ye knew his intention, that he wanted to trap him in the room. He slapped the other man's face with his palm, and when the other man dodged, he took the opportunity to break out of the window.

The man shouted, "Where do you think you're going!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he also chased after Lin Ye out of the window and led him into the courtyard.

His voice was like a booming bell, imbued with inner strength. As soon as Lin Ye entered the courtyard, someone came looking for him based on the sound.

Then a voice came from ahead: "Yang Xiao, I'm here to help you."

It was Zhou Dian's voice. As he spoke, he darted out from the side and struck Lin Ye with a palm.

Lin Ye was about to meet the palm strike when he saw another person attacking him from his left.

At this moment, the person behind him had caught up, and the three of them surrounded him. If Lin Ye had taken the palm strikes from the first two, he would inevitably have been struck in the back by the person behind him as well.

Fortunately, the two people ahead did not arrive at the same time. Zhou was the one who was most violently jolted. Lin Ye dodged to the side, went around to his right, stepped on his knee, and used the momentum to leap upwards.

However, just as he leaped into the air, he was struck on the shoulder, and immediately felt a chill invade his shoulder.