The Return of the Condor Heroes: Qiao Feng Transmigrates as a Beggar Sect Disciple

Beyond Yanmen Pass, a broken arrow sealed their oath.

To stop the Liao army from advancing south, the great hero Qiao Feng plunged a broken arrow into his own chest, staining the yellow sands with blood. He thought that the grudges between the Khitan and Song dynasties, and the regret of having promised to return to the frontier only to find its cattle and sheep gone, had all faded away with the wind.

Little did he know that after a dreamlike sleep, more than a hundred years had passed in the world.

When he opened his eyes again, it was the end of the Southern Song. He had been reborn as a low-ranking Beggar Gang disciple, dressed in rags and reduced to living on the streets.

Feeling the faint pulse in his chest and seeing the unfamiliar face reflected in the water, Qiao Feng was first bewildered, then threw back his head and laughed, until tears streamed from his eyes.

No wolf-head tattoo on his chest. No burden of Khitan blood.

In this life, at last, he was truly and unequivocally a Han Chinese!

By now, the Liao dynasty had fallen, the Song dynasty clung to its corner of the realm, and Mongol cavalry stood at the gates of Xiangyang.

By now, the Beggar Gang's Dog-Beating Staff Technique had declined, the Eighteen Dragon-Subduing Palms were incomplete, and the once-greatest gang under heaven was gradually falling into decline.

“Since Heaven has granted Qiao a second life, and I was born a son of the Han...”