Chapter 27

Lin Sha returned to Baozhi Lin in high spirits...

Although he had been severely reprimanded at the headquarters of the general, enduring much disdain and humiliation, almost being thrown out by a group of burly soldiers, the fact that he had achieved his goal made him feel very good.

Indeed, the new general of Foshan did not agree to anything, but his lack of objection was a tacit approval, acknowledging the existence of the militia and Baozhi Lin. As long as they did not overstep, there would be no trouble.

When the news reached Baozhi Lin, there was naturally a great deal of celebration.

With the tacit approval of the Foshan general, under Lin Sha's encouragement, his master Huang Feihong put aside all his reservations. Apart from leaving the necessary personnel to guard Baozhi Lin, he devoted all his energy to developing the militia's trade with the foreigners.

After doing business twice with the British fleet, the militia's funds became abundant, allowing them to purchase and stockpile more living supplies.

Following the example set by the British fleet, the British merchants in Foshan took the initiative to seek out the militia, hoping they could provide the large amount of living supplies they needed.

Then came merchants from other Western countries. In short, the young men of the militia became extremely busy, spending their days trading with foreigners, counting money until their hands ached.

In just a short month, the economic situation of the young men in the militia improved significantly. They had quickly moved from poverty to a comfortable life, with more money in their pockets.

On Lin Sha's suggestion and with the strong support of his master Huang Feihong, the young men of the militia pooled their money, leaving enough capital to continue their business with the foreigners, and borrowed from a moneylender to buy a small merchant ship capable of coastal navigation.

The main destination for the small merchant ship was Qiongzhou Island, which was known as a remote and desolate place in the Qing Dynasty but would later be famous as "the end of the earth." This was not because of any great business opportunity, but because Qiongzhou Island was not far from the southern region of Annam where Liu Yongfu, the leader of the Black Flag Army, was fighting, separated only by the Beibu Gulf, which was less than a thousand miles away!

After all, Baozhi Lin was just a medical clinic, and Huang Feihong was a renowned physician and martial arts master, not a skilled general capable of leading troops. It was too much to ask him to bear the livelihood and future of over a hundred young men in the militia.

Liu Yongfu had completely misjudged when he entrusted his naval forces to Huang Feihong.

Lin Sha himself was not a power-hungry or money-loving person. What he was most interested in was his master's traditional martial arts. Previously, he had to focus on the militia's survival, but now that the situation had improved, it was best to return to a normal state. The militia, which had been transformed from the Black Flag Army's navy, should be commanded by General Liu himself. It was best for people like him and his master to stay out of it.

With the small merchant ship purchased, carrying the core members of the militia to the nearby Qiongzhou Island, both Lin Sha and his master, as well as the Baozhi Lin brothers, breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, it was done!

...

On this early morning, Huang Feihong led a group of disciples and a few young men from the militia to the beach for their usual morning exercise and boxing practice.

After the training, as the young men of the militia rushed off to make money, Huang Feihong kept his disciples behind, saying that there was no urgent matter and it was a good time to test their skills.

"Liáng Kuān, you come too!"

On the way back to Baozhi Lin, Huang Feihong glanced at Liáng Kuān, the clever boy who was both eager and nervous, and smiled, beckoning him.

"Sure thing, Master Huang!"

Liang Kuan had been rather depressed recently because his actions had almost led to a severe blow to the militia and Huang Feihong.

After realizing the severity of the situation, he felt both fear and guilt. He resigned from his "fake" martial arts job in the theater troupe and joined the young men of the militia, working in the dock area, buying vegetables and reselling them to foreigners for a profit, ensuring a worry-free life.

Though he had faced many setbacks, he never gave up his initial goal of learning martial arts. He continued to train with the young men of the militia and Huang Feihong, and over the past two months, his foundation had become quite solid.

When he heard that he had the chance to watch Huang Feihong test his disciples, Liáng Kuān was overjoyed, his usual lively nature returning. His words were like honey, making everyone laugh heartily.

Huang Feihong was very appreciative of Liáng Kuān's diligence and cleverness.

He did not blame Liáng Kuān for his rash actions. Young people are often passionate and impulsive, but the key is to have a heart that persists and strives.

Liang Kuan's performance was exactly what he liked.

Previously, Baozhi Lin's finances were always tight due to the need to support over a hundred young men in the militia. Now that the militia had a means of livelihood and their future was secure once they contacted General Liu in Annam, Huang Feihong felt a great burden lifted. Without the heavy financial pressure, he had the idea of taking on a few more disciples.

And Liáng Kuān was one of his targets!

...

In the small training ground at the back of Baozhi Lin, Huang Feihong, his disciples, Liáng Kuān, and the uninvited "special guest" Aunt Thirteen formed a small circle, watching the sparring in the center of the ground intently.

"Ling Shixiong, be careful!"

In the center of the small ground, Lin Sha bent his body slightly, like a fierce tiger about to pounce, his qi surging and his aura growing more intense. Suddenly, he roared and stepped forward with the Qilin Step, his right fist shooting out like a cannonball.

Bang!

Ling Yunke, his opponent, did not dare to be careless. With a serious expression, he took a bow stance and twisted his body, delivering a powerful cannon punch.

The two fists, wrapped in fierce wind, collided fiercely in the air!

A loud bang echoed, the force spreading out, the wind howling, making the spectators' cheeks hurt and their faces pale.

"Good, now take this claw!"

Lin Sha slid back more than a meter, easily neutralizing the shock from the punch. His eyes burning with fighting spirit, he stepped forward, his hands turning into claws, and attacked like a tiger descending from the mountain, each move targeting Ling Yunke's vital points.

Huh!

Ling Yunke, still recovering from the shock, could only widen his eyes, gather his courage, and cross his fists to block with great difficulty.

The two of them fought fiercely, their fists and claws flying, and in a short while, they were drenched in sweat and their bodies steamed with heat.

Slap! Slap!

Suddenly, Lin Sha changed his claws into pecks, moving at a blinding speed. Ling Yunke felt a sharp pain in his wrists and cried out in pain, his hands weakening and his guard opening.

Seeing this opportunity, Lin Sha lunged forward, bent his waist, and delivered a standard Gongzi Fuhu Quan (Character-Form Tiger Taming Fist). It stopped in mid-air, just in front of Ling Yunke, who was horrified.

The fierce wind blew against his face, making it hurt and his eyes unable to open.

"Ling Shixiong, you yield!" Lin Sha's voice, full of energy, echoed...

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