Chapter 38

The four people from Baozhi Lin, led by Wong Fei-hung, with Thirteen Aunt as the part-time translator, Liang Kuan as the comedic attendant, and Lin Sha as the powerful fighter, sat on a rudimentary train at the end of the 19th century. After just a few hours, they arrived in the provincial capital, Huadu. Indeed, it lived up to its reputation as the Southern Pearl; as soon as they left the station, they encountered a storm of scholars signing petitions against the government.

Sitting in a carriage, they saw the scholars, enraged by the unequal treaties signed by the court with foreign powers, making all sorts of bizarre and agitated gestures, which made them feel both sad and sigh.

At this moment, members of the White Lotus Sect were holding a ritual at the telegraph office. Thirteen Aunt, unable to resist her curiosity, begged her master to go with her to see the spectacle. As a result, the four of them changed direction and headed for the telegraph office.

Lin Sha was naturally uninterested in the White Lotus Sect's charades, treating it like a live-action reality show. The ritualist, wearing a White Lotus crown, had quite good kung fu. Ignoring the gibberish he spouted, he was at least a master of manifest strength!

Unfortunately, the spectacle didn't last long before Thirteen Aunt, the troublemaker, caused more trouble.

Dressed in Western attire, she stood out in the crowd. The antique camera in her hand, unfortunately, flashed just as the White Lotus Sect ritualist was performing a key ritual, interrupting him with a burst of white mist, creating a huge disruption.

The onlookers and the faithful of the White Lotus Sect sent her condemning and angry glares and shouted insults. At the ritualist's cry of "Kill the foreign woman," the shouts and curses reached a fever pitch.

Without a doubt, a melee ensued!

As the top fighter of Baozhi Lin, Lin Sha naturally charged forward and retreated last. Wielding his nunchucks, he charged into the crowd of White Lotus Sect members without a word.

His combat power was off the charts. After years of practice, his nunchucks were wielded with great skill. Dealing with the White Lotus Sect members, who were only slightly stronger than ordinary people, was like a tiger among sheep. He cleaved through the crowd like a wave, heading straight for the ritualist sitting on the altar, who was pretending to be a mystic.

Boom!

Lin Sha's figure darted forward like a gust of wind, his left fist colliding with the ritualist's on the altar!

This was a clash of strength, leaving no room for luck. The ritualist screamed as his bones and tendons broke, flying backward and landing heavily on the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

In an instant, the previously fervent White Lotus Sect followers, except for the most devout, scattered like birds and beasts.

Leaving like that would have been fine, but the master, who loved to show off, couldn't resist announcing their names before leaving, as if he was afraid the White Lotus Sect wouldn't find them.

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It was as if they had offended the White Lotus Sect. That night, after the four of them found a hotel to stay in, they were suddenly awakened by the noise on the street.

The four quickly gathered in the master's room. Liang Kuan, the most impatient, greeted the master and was the first to slip out to investigate.

Lin Sha sneered. In the distance, the White Lotus Sect's incantations could be faintly heard. It was obvious that the White Lotus Sect was up to something again.

Sure enough, Liang Kuan soon returned, his face flushed with excitement. This kid had some skills, having learned that the White Lotus Sect was planning to attack a nearby church and a new-style school.

The master's sense of justice instantly flared up, and he led Lin Sha out of the hotel with a fierce determination. As for Thirteen Aunt and Liang Kuan, it was best for them to stay in the hotel and not hold them back.

Lin Sha didn't mind. He was already on the verge of a breakthrough and needed a lot of practical combat and high-quality opponents to hone his fighting experience. The White Lotus Sect provided both.

Without describing the miserable state of the besieged foreign church and the Western-style school, with raging fires and a rain of arrows, the White Lotus Sect showed no mercy, their methods so ruthless that they shocked even the most normal people.

The master, as always, was fiercely brave, wielding a long staff and charging into the crowd of White Lotus Sect members. Lin Sha, naturally, was not to be outdone. His nunchucks were wielded so tightly that anyone who came close was injured, and anyone who touched them fell, with no one able to stand against him. It wasn't until he encountered a small leader that his rapid advance was slightly halted.

But it was only a slight delay. The small leader of the White Lotus Sect was not as strong as the ritualist they had encountered earlier. Lin Sha, without hesitation, broke the leader's arm with a punch, instantly rendering him unable to fight.

Charging through the crowd without any obstacles, they finally reached the core area where the White Lotus Sect members gathered. Here, they encountered the true core disciples of the White Lotus Sect, each with considerable kung fu, either already touching the threshold of manifest strength or striving to reach it. In any ordinary martial arts school, they could be the head instructors.

Unfortunately, they met Lin Sha, a peak master of manifest strength. Dealing with these core disciples of the White Lotus Sect required only one move, completely overpowering them with his strength.

The battle continued until midnight. Lin Sha, covered in blood, fought with increasing ferocity, his roars like thunder, his internal qi surging, giving him seemingly endless strength. This was the greatest feature of internal martial arts, moving qi to last longer in battle, the more abundant the internal qi, the stronger and more enduring the strength!

The surrounding White Lotus Sect members were disheartened. Many of them had been injured by Lin Sha, but fortunately, at this moment, the foreign reinforcements arrived, blowing whistles and driving away the frenzied White Lotus Sect members.

When Lin Sha finally managed to break free from the foreign entanglements and find the master, the master already had over a dozen young children around him, all students from the Western school he had saved from the fire.

So, not only did they fight the White Lotus Sect for half the night, but they also picked up so many young students who needed careful care!

After that, a series of troubles followed. The next day, the White Lotus Sect came to seek revenge, threatening to burn the dozens of children the master had saved. Lin Sha beat them back with his nunchucks, leaving them in a sorry state.

The consequences of offending the White Lotus Sect were severe. The hotel owner sent them away like they were plague victims, and other inns dared not accommodate them. Fortunately, they met the enlightened merchant Lu Haodong, who had secretly supported the Western school. How could he not do his best to help?

Thus, the group from Baozhi Lin and the young students, under Lu Haodong's arrangement, moved into a large mansion in the embassy district, finally settling down.

At the Lu family mansion, the four from Baozhi Lin met an unexpected person.

Of course, only Lin Sha knew how impressive this Mr. Sun was, a figure whose name would be famous in the future, the founder of the Republic of China's rhetoric, and a key figure in the turbulent period from the late Qing to the early Republic of China.

He instantly understood Lu Haodong's identity and was filled with worry about their future life in Huadu. They might have to live under the pursuit of both the White Lotus Sect and the government. Poor master, however, was chatting happily with the young Mr. Sun...

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