Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 357 - 52: The Madman (Two in One) (But there’s an extra update in the afternoon)_2

Such a light and effortless approach could only be possessed by one person in the entire hall.

The Pavilion Master at the head raised his hand to drink a sip of tea and said indifferently,

"Since you’ve spoken of retaining a useful life, why then seek your own doom at this time?"

"Do not act recklessly."

Mei Feng breathed a sigh of relief, bowed towards the Pavilion Master, and said,

"This subordinate has realized his mistake, I beg the Pavilion Master for forgiveness."

The Pavilion Master waved his hand casually and said, "Go down for now. You’ve also had a shock this time, take a rest for a day, then go to the Law Enforcement Hall, and recount the whole incident as it happened."

Mei Feng bowed his hands in a salute and said,

"Yes."

"Then, this subordinate will take his leave."

He took several steps backwards, then turned around and strode out of the hall.

The winter sun shone down, falling on Mei Feng’s body, not realizing that he had broken out in a cold sweat on his back, sticky and extremely uncomfortable.

Behind him in the grand hall, the many Elders were discussing how to deal with the matter, and they did not intentionally conceal it from Mei Feng. With his Sixth Rank Internal Strength Martial Body, even without trying to listen, he could hear all the voices.

The people were preparing to dispatch four or five experts, prepared with restraining peculiar poisons, to directly surround and kill that martial artist.

But whether it was the Ninth Elder, who had a very good relationship with Zhao Guang, or other experts from different factions, they agreed on one thing.

The martial artist who killed Zhao Guang must have already hidden his tracks by now; finding him would not be easy.

They had to send disciples to act in various places, trying to suppress the exposure of this incident as much as possible, to maintain the Sect’s reputation.

In fact, even Mei Feng himself thought so. No matter how strong his martial arts were, at most, they were close to Fifth Rank.

Facing Immortal Pavilion, a Sect with multiple Sixth Rank experts and that excelled in overcoming those above them and attacking in groups, concealing his movements was the best reaction.

Unless, he was a madman.

Mei Feng exhaled a turbid breath, gathering the scattered thoughts in his mind, and slightly stretched his muscles and bones.

These past few days, the pressure was too great; he had survived death several times, and both his body and spirit were exhausted.

It was time to rest properly.

Just at this moment, a shrill cry suddenly came from the sky, like a sharp blade scraping across armor, its piercing sound causing one’s scalp to tingle, and a wave of discomfort in the heart.

Mei Feng’s relaxed expression stiffened, and he hurriedly looked up.

Out of the dense clouds, a very agile bird flew out, with blood-colored feathers and extreme speed, like a blood arrow piercing the sky. In the blink of an eye, it had already flew past nearly a hundred zhang, skimming past Mei Feng’s shoulder, and flew into the grand hall.

Mei Feng’s pupils constricted.

Just as the bird flew over him, with the eyesight of a Sixth Rank Martial Artist, he had already seen the silk tied to its claws.

A piece of blood color, fluttering in the wind, conveying an unspeakable sadness.

This method of message delivery, in his decades within the Immortal Pavilion, he had only witnessed once, thirty years ago.

It was the equivalent of an urgent military report for Great Qin.

It meant only one thing—

The complete annihilation of a branch Sect.

Mei Feng’s complexion had turned deathly pale.

It couldn’t really be him, could it?!

Inside the grand hall, the Immortal Pavilion’s Pavilion Master finally lost his calm demeanor, and stood up abruptly, reaching out his hand and, without any visible motion, the blood-colored bird was already captured in his hand. He took the blood-colored silk from its right claw, unfolded it, and glanced over it, his face gradually showing a storm of emotions.

"Mysterious Armor branch Sect Leader, Deputy Sect Leader, all dead, decapitated."

"The Sect’s plaque has been smashed."

"Sect disciples, spirit broken, no longer able to enter Jianghu, despite having martial skills, they are as good as disabled."

His gaze moved to the last line, where the original handwriting suddenly changed, the point of the pen now sharp and revealing, clearly written by another hand.

"Heard of Immortal Pavilion’s Pavilion Master’s Longevity Elixir wine, prizing it highly."

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"I shall retrieve it from the mountain soon."

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The final strokes were drawn out exceedingly long; where the brush lifted, it was as though a long sword had been unsheathed, sharp to the extreme. For some reason, the ink seemed to have a tinge of red, but the silk was originally blood-colored, so it was not conspicuous.

Upon seeing the arrogant and wild words, the expression on the face of the Immortal Pavilion’s Pavilion Master finally lost its preceding composure, the hand holding the silk unconsciously tightened its grip.

Infused with his pure and refined Poison Skill, he was about to destroy the silk.

Just then, the ordinary-looking characters suddenly exuded an extremely sharp aura. It was as if a knife had been thrust from the ground at an angle, at the height of its sharpness. The man’s fingers holding the silk felt a stabbing pain and trembled slightly, fearing a trick; he threw the silk away.

Such a shocking change caused everyone to instinctively look up. The Ninth Elder wanted to speak to show concern but had just opened his mouth when his facial expression instantly froze.

The tall and skillful Pavilion Master raised his right hand, his expression slightly dazed.

Dark red blood slowly flowed from his fingertip.

It was exceedingly glaring.

The hearts of the many Elders below thumped violently, and their complexions were all shaken.

Although the Immortal Pavilion didn’t specialize in External Cultivation, reaching the level of the Pavilion Master, his Poison Skill had already been honed to perfection. Even without actively applying Inner Strength, Inner Qi would naturally circulate continuously around him, its defensive effect in no way inferior to that of a Sixth Rank Martial Artist who was fully concentrating.

To injure him, even if it was just a trivial wound on his finger, only indicated one thing.

The Pavilion Master’s Body Protection Poison had been breached.

The expressions of the Immortal Pavilion’s martial artists were momentarily dazed.

Qi stored in the characters, injuring the enemy from miles away?

And the one injured was a Fifth Rank martial artist?!

Within the great hall, the atmosphere became oppressive in an instant, a heavy stone weighing on everyone’s heart.

No one noticed that on the silk below, the words "to retrieve it from the mountain" had turned blood-stained, ominously sharp.

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Near the Immortal Pavilion’s Sect branch, in a side alley.

Wang Anfeng rode out on horseback, with a cut on his right thumb, looking somewhat pale.

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Unexpectedly, near this branch, there was still an Immortal Pavilion spy in hiding. Because he saw Wang Anfeng’s actions, he instinctively released a murderous intent, which was subsequently traced by the latter, who then discovered this courtyard.

While hesitating outside earlier, he saw a blood-colored bird fly out of this courtyard.

Because it had not flown out of the City and to avoid exposure, its speed was not too fast; it only climbed upward, but Wang Anfeng shot it down with a hidden weapon, discovering the tied silk and the secret message on it, easily understanding that the letter was meant for that Pavilion Master of the Immortal Pavilion.

Thinking of his own plan, he used the Mixed Yuan Skill to force out some Essence Blood, mixed it with the ink, activated the Vital Energy in his meridians, and handled the brush like a knife, adding a few more sentences at the end of the secret message.

The martial artists of the Immortal Pavilion all boast of their Poison Skills, yet the Mixed Yuan Skill is the nemesis to all poisons in the world. Furthermore, after the battle with Zhao Guang, Wang Anfeng’s Mixed Yuan Skill, which was already on the verge of a breakthrough, showed signs of advancing further, making his poison countering power even more formidable.

Thinking of the Pavilion Master’s reaction upon seeing the secret message, Wang Anfeng looked forward with anticipation, yet his facial expression remained unchanged. He only raised his hand to take out Gongsun Jing’s secret letter from his chest, glanced at the last few lines, tucked it away again, and rode off.

The direction...

Xi Dingzhou.

The second move has been made.

Now that the initiative had been played, he was only waiting for the people of the Immortal Pavilion to enter the game.

I simply do not believe that they can hold back.

Wang Anfeng’s expression was as indifferent as ice, but the air he subtly exuded was calm and resolute. He glanced up at the road ahead and, in his heart, imitated Mister Ying, speaking at ease.

"My hook has no bait."

"Only those willing, may enter my gate..."

After a moment of silence, the youth raised his hand and touched his face, which was slightly feverish. His countenance remained stern, his eyes unwavering, but he then brought a fist to his lips and gave two small, somewhat embarrassed coughs.

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"Giddyup!"

PS: The first update of the day is here...

It’s a long chapter, then there’s another one this afternoon, consider it a bonus update...

PS2: Anfeng achieving this was due firstly to the strong restraining action of the Mixed Yuan Body, and secondly to the combined True Qi of a Sixth Rank Martial Artist, which was enough to merely scratch the other’s finger...

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