Shattering the Void
In the Great Qian Dynasty, the eldest son of the declining House of Martial Prestige was framed by others. With his father’s fate uncertain, he was forced into the life of a beggar, his heart burning
The Little Beggar of Yellow Cloud Town
The Grand Qian Dynasty was founded on martial strength, governed by civil virtue, bringing peace and prosperity to the land.
In a remote and humble place called Yellow Cloud Town, at the entrance of a tavern, a frail beggar sat with an iron bowl before him. From time to time, passersby would toss a copper coin into the bowl, producing a clear, ringing sound.
Yet this frail beggar did not, like other beggars, bow his head or offer thanks; it was clear he was not a beggar in the usual sense.
In every era of peace, beggars are always the lowest rung of society. In times of chaos, they might band together into powerful guilds; even in peace, the Beggar’s Sect could not be underestimated.
This little beggar was a wanderer, arriving in Yellow Cloud Town only a few days prior.
It was noon, the sun a merciless blaze. Few people moved along the street. A group of beggars, dressed in tattered rags—numbering more than a dozen—approached him.
“Hey, boy, who gave you the guts to beg on our turf?” The leader of the group glared down at the frail beggar.
The little beggar looked up in fear and stammered, “Master, I haven’t eaten for days! I came from another place—I don’t know your rules here. You can take all this money; just spare me a steamed bun, I beg you!” His face was sallow, his voice trembling with desperation.
“Hmph! Did you hear that, boys? This fellow dares to bargain with me on our territory?” the leader shouted to his followers, who erupted in laughter.
He picked up the iron