Chapter 111 Great Wheel King
Are you afraid of dying?
Elder Bai slumped on the deck, and upon hearing Zhang Jin'ao's question, he suddenly burst into laughter.
"Afraid of death?" He laughed, his white hair flying wildly, and said arrogantly, "Vice Leader Zhang, I, Bai Shiyi, have been in the gang for forty years, rising from a lowly beggar to a Nine-Bag Transmission Elder. I didn't do it because I was afraid of death!"
He glanced around at the gang members who were also on the ground, and shouted sternly, "Brothers, are you afraid?"
"Don't be afraid!"
"Don't be afraid!"
"What is there to fear in death!"
Those Beggars' Sect disciples who lay on the ground, foaming at the mouth, actually struggled to raise their heads and screamed. Some still had foam at the corners of their mouths, but their eyes were filled with fearless rage.
"Vice Leader!" a young beggar shouted with all his might, "Don't worry about us! Capture them! Reclaim the Eighteen Subduing Dragon Palms!"
"Yes! Take them down!"
"If the revival of the Beggars' Sect requires deaths, let it begin with us!" a young Beggars' Sect disciple shouted, raising his arm.
Zhang Yuanying's expression changed. She never expected that these beggars would actually be fearless of death.
She was pampered from a young age, surrounded by martial arts masters and wealthy idlers, all of whom valued their lives.
But today, she met someone who was truly fearless.
"You...you're all crazy..." she murmured.
Elder Bai turned his head, grinned at her, and stared intently:
"Miss Zhang, what do you think our Beggars' Sect has relied on to stand firm in the martial arts world for hundreds of years? It's this spirit! Hundreds of years ago, our Beggars' Sect was the number one sect in the world, and our leaders were all great heroes who stood tall and upright."
Zhang Yuanying instinctively took a step back and bumped into Shi Potian.
Shi Potian reached out and patted her on the shoulder.
Young Master Zhang was completely weak, a cripple, and could only smile bitterly, saying, "I've dragged everyone down."
Master Jinguang chanted a Buddhist prayer, his expression solemn.
Shi Potian remained standing at the bow of the ship, his expression unchanged.
He looked at the fearless Beggars' Sect disciples, then at Zhang Jin'ao, and suddenly spoke:
"Vice Chief Zhang, it's no use if you don't take Elder Bai's and the others' lives. With just these few dozen Beggar Clan disciples on these small boats, you can't stop me."
Zhang Jin'ao's expression changed.
He naturally knew Shi Potian's abilities—at the Handwashing Ceremony, the five great protectors of the Songshan Sect joined forces, only to be defeated by him with a flick of his finger. Although the people he had brought out outnumbered him, they didn't have many top-tier experts, and he might not be able to stop this young man.
Just then—
"Young镖头, what a spirited young master!"
An old and majestic voice rolled across the lake like thunder!
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound and saw a huge ship cutting through the waves from the direction of Junshan. A yellow apricot flag was flying at the bow, fluttering in the wind.
On either side of the ship, there were four speedboats guarding it, each carrying dozens of elite Beggars' Sect disciples, creating an imposing atmosphere.
Zhang Jin'ao's expression changed, then he was overjoyed, clasped his hands and bowed:
"Welcome, Leader!"
Hundreds of Beggars' Sect disciples shouted in unison, "Welcome, Leader!"
The sound swept across the lake like a tide, startling a flock of water birds that fluttered and soared into the sky.
The ship slowly approached, and standing at the bow was an old man with white hair, a burly figure, and a solemn and dignified face. He was none other than Xie Feng, the leader of the Beggars' Sect.
But Shi Potian's gaze did not fall on him.
Instead, it landed on the person behind him.
He was a man wearing a straw hat and a blue robe, standing with his hands behind his back.
Shi Potian's gaze sharpened—it was him again.
The mysterious man who attacked Longkui is also here.
Behind Jie Feng, there were four other people.
The first one was wearing a bright red kasaya. He was extremely tall and thin, like a bamboo pole. His bald head had a slightly sunken forehead, like a saucer. His face was thin and refined, with high cheekbones and long ears that reached his neck, making him very different from ordinary Han monks.
He was clearly a Tibetan monk. A faint smile played on his lips, but his eyes were as sharp as a hawk's as he swept over the people on the boat, finally landing on Shi Potian with great interest.
The two men, who were a step behind, looked quite similar. They were dressed simply and cleanly, with handsome faces and composed demeanors. One of them had a blue jade pendant with a lotus flower pattern engraved on it hanging from his waist, while the other also had a jade pendant with a white lotus flower pattern hanging from his waist.
As soon as these people appeared, an invisible aura seemed to press down on them like a tide, and Zhang Yuanying felt a sense of foreboding.
Zhang Jin'ao clasped his hands in greeting again: "Greetings to the Great Wheel King and the Western Sea Sword King."
He didn't recognize the mysterious man either.
The Tibetan monk smiled slightly and said, "Vice Chief Zhang, you're too kind."
The middle-aged swordsman, sparing with words, replied: "You're welcome."
Zhang Jin'ao then addressed the two people behind him: "Greetings, Green Lotus Envoy and White Lotus Envoy."
The two envoys merely nodded slightly.
The moment these people appeared, Master Jin Guang trembled, his gaze fixed on the Tibetan monk and the middle-aged swordsman, his face extremely grim.
"You...you all..."
The Tibetan monk chuckled, clasped his hands together, and said, "Venerable Golden Light, it's been many years. How have you been?"
The Venerable Golden Light said, "Great Wheel King...you...how did you get here?"
Great Wheel Ming King! He really is Maharaja.
Young Master Zhang's expression finally changed.
The Tibetan Dharma Master, abbot of Dalun Temple, possesses unfathomable martial arts skills. It is said that he has mastered the temple's sacred martial art. Why is he here on Junshan Mountain today?
The middle-aged swordsman chuckled coldly and said, "Old man Jin Guang, do you remember me?"
The middle-aged swordsman chuckled coldly and said, "Old man Jin Guang, do you remember me?"
Master Jin Guang looked at him and said, "How could I not recognize the Western Sea Saber King, one of the Four Great Protectors of the Ming Cult!"
Master Jinguang was in despair.
The Beggars' Sect leader, Jie Feng, is already a top master in the world; coupled with the mysterious and unpredictable Great Wheel King, the infamous West Sea Knife King, and the unfathomable man in the bamboo hat, this situation is already a dead end.
Jie Feng nodded to Zhang Jin'ao, then his gaze fell on Shi Potian. After examining him for a moment, he slowly spoke:
"Young Master Lin, I've long admired you. Your victory at the Handwashing Ceremony, defeating Songshan and destroying Qingcheng, shocked the world. Even though I don't leave my home, I've long admired you. Meeting you today, you are indeed a man of exceptional talent and unparalleled elegance."
His voice was deep and resonant, echoing across the lake like a great bell.
Shi Potian looked at the Beggar Clan leader without saying a word.
The mysterious man wearing a bamboo hat stepped forward and said to Shi Potian, "Young Master Escort, it's true what they say, we meet again."
Shi Potian asked, "Senior, are you a member of the Beggars' Sect?"
The man smiled but said nothing.
The Tibetan monk smiled and said, "We didn't catch a big fish like Zhang Lianxu, but we caught a small golden carp. So the trip wasn't in vain."
Jie Feng stopped him, saying, "Master, please don't be hasty. I really don't want to be enemies with the young镖头 (镖头 is a term used to describe a person who is very skilled in martial arts). Today's matter is a private feud between my Beggars' Sect and the Zhang family. If the young镖头 is willing to stay out of it, I guarantee with the reputation of the Beggars' Sect that we will not make things difficult for you. Let you and your companions go."
It turned out that at this moment, even the boat carrying Lin Zhennan and his wife was surrounded by the Beggars' Gang's small boats.
Shi Potian repeated his previous statement: "They don't want to give you their palm techniques, you can't just take them by force. I'm taking them with me."
Jie Feng sighed, seemingly with some regret.