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Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 367 - 61: Breakthrough, Mind Unintelligible! (2/2)
Wang Anfeng slowly opened his eyes after an unknown amount of time had passed.
The originally calm aura around him gradually became lively, inadvertently influencing his surroundings. It seemed as if even the heaven and earth around him had brightened for a moment. This phenomenon naturally caught the attention of the martial artists who were still hundreds of meters away, staying here.
The martial artists, who had been sitting on the ground or leaning against a nearby stele, instinctively stood up.
Has he finally awakened?!
The sky at the horizon was already swirling with a dazzling, fire-like glow, spreading and flowing hundreds of miles away. The winter sky was a cold black and blue, like a perennially frozen river. At this moment, in contrast with the red flowing glow, the scene was magnificently beautiful. Under the light and shadow, the martial artist carrying the Mo Blade gently opened his eyes, emanating an indescribable unique aura that made people unconsciously hold their breath.
Wang Anfeng let out a slight breath.
Unknowingly, he had been standing here for quite a few hours. He raised his eyes to look westward, where the flames reflected in Wang Anfeng’s pupils, resembling the fire that had burned at the back mountain of the town a few days earlier.
With a pursing of his lips, Wang Anfeng suddenly took a step to the side.
He had finally understood the final, missing piece that he lacked after stepping completely into the Sixth Rank.
After all, it was Intent that was hard to settle...
He still needed to do something.
The long sword on his back spontaneously started to whine, its sound clear and transcendent.
The red skinny horse, sensing the change in Wang Anfeng’s aura, opened its eyes wide, suddenly raised its head and neighed loudly, and then leaped forward. As it passed by the young man, it seemed to slow down for a moment. Wang Anfeng raised his hand to pat the saddle, leapt up, and sped off towards the east. In a blink, he had already disappeared under the watchful eyes set upon him. Discover hidden content at novelbuddy
With his back to the scorching sun, the martial artist carrying the Mo Blade stepped from daylight into the night.
His steed was like a dragon, flames ascending.
Occasionally, the sound of the blade crying out woefully echoed endlessly in the distant sky.
This combination of imagery had an extremely powerful impact, making those martial artists feel a bit difficult to breathe.
One of the rangers, a man in his thirties, after a long while, finally exhaled.
With a flicker of unusual color in his eyes, he raised his right hand to his chest, feeling his own heart beating wildly. He could not help but sigh and said,
"Is this what a top master in Jianghu looks like..."
Utterly fearless, knowing that his opponent had ambushed him here, yet he came alone with a sword, calm and composed.
With his strength alone,
he fought five peers simultaneously, in a flash, injured one, defeated another, and left without pursuing further, all done effortlessly.
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Just thinking about it made his body unable to stop trembling slightly.
At this moment, suddenly a martial artist beside him exclaimed,
"He, he went to the east..."
The man scoffed in his heart.
Just going to the east was nothing to make a fuss about...
Suddenly, the smile on his face froze.
The ranger’s eyes slowly widened.
The east... wasn’t that...
He suddenly turned his head to look, and at this moment, the sky had already been swallowed by darkness. He stared in the direction of the night, feeling absurdity and madness in his heart.
This was Guangfeng City, outside the State City of Xi Dingzhou, to the east, precisely the direction towards Fufeng County in the Zhongzhou area.
There was a mountain there.
The mountain was called Evergreen Immortality...
...............
Hundreds of miles away, in a small town,
Gongsun Jing and several elders from the Immortal Pavilion had met here, casually picking a tavern and ordering some wine and meat.
Qu Kang’an stood up, raised his glass to Gongsun Jing, and drank it all in one go, sighing,
"This time, I must thank my virtuous brother Gongsun..."
Gongsun Jing also drank the wine, saying,
"Hahaha, Brother Qu, you are too polite."
The old man chuckled twice, settled back into his seat, and holding a wine cup, he sighed again,
"It sounds funny, but had Gongsun Jing not lent a hand today, I and a few others would probably have died under Blade Madman’s blade... Ha, the irony of life, the irony of life. When I left the mountains, I never imagined such an end."
As he finished speaking, a self-mocking smile appeared on his face.
That day, as he left the Immortal Pavilion on the order of the Pavilion Master, holding a treasure in his hand, he was utterly confident, feeling certain that it wouldn’t take much effort to kill the martial artist who dared provoke the Immortal Pavilion.
How could he have imagined that he would need someone else’s help to escape with his life today?
Indeed, only the phrase "the irony of life" could express what he now faced.
He shook his head and lifted the cup to his lips, gulping down the wine.
Gongsun Jing sat across from Qu Kang’an, now with several more sword injuries, cleverly self-inflicted, so as to appear had fought with Wang Anfeng, thus earning the favor of several people from the Immortal Pavilion.
Placing his wine cup on the table, Gongsun Jing’s expression turned solemn as he spoke,
"However, how is Elder Zhao doing?"
This Elder Zhao, the Immortal Pavilion elder who had directly faced Wang Anfeng’s blade, caused a trace of gloom to appear on Qu Kang’an’s face; however, he didn’t wish to reveal this in front of Gongsun Jing and forced a smile, saying,
"He’s doing well, his breath has stabilized."
Gongsun Jing nodded, his face showing a trace of worry, he said,
"Brother Zhao has the fortune of Heaven, he surely will be fine."
Seeing that Gongsun Jing did not press further, Qu Kang’an breathed a sigh of relief, filled with inevitable resentment and yet, he developed even more fondness toward Gongsun Jing, he took the initiative to grab the wine pot and poured him a drink as a form of consolation,
"Let’s not talk about this for now, Elder Mei is treating Brother Zhao. Let’s drink for now."
Gongsun Jing nodded, smiling,
"We of the Jianghu indeed shouldn’t be displaying such childish gestures; it was my lapse. Here, I’ll penalize myself with three cups."
After ending his speech, he indeed drank successively, quite heroically.
Suddenly appearing overwhelmed by the alcohol, his face turned ruddy, and his eyes squinted, veiled by the intense drunkenness, yet deep within those eyes, there was clarity, with only cold sharpness shimmering.
His lips slightly curled.
That Elder Zhao... should no longer think about getting up again.
With his collarbone secretly damaged by a unique method of Divine Martial Mansion years ago, since the establishment of Divine Martial, no one had been able to save him.
If they were destined to be enemies in the future, it was better to eliminate one of their masters now and divert some resources of the Immortal Pavilion in the process.
As this thought flashed through his mind, he raised his hand and continued to drink.
Just then, there was the sound of a galloping horse on the road, accompanied by loud shouting that echoed in the street, quite piercing to the ear.
Qu Kang’an naturally disliked noisy sounds, he subconsciously frowned when he noticed Gongsun Jing looking at him, appearing somewhat confused; Qu’s heart pulsed, not wanting to affect his own image, he shook his head and pretended to be carefree, saying,
"It is already night, yet still such a panic."
"It seems this martial artist really hasn’t matured much, without a steady mind. Only when one reaches the state where ’Mount Tai may crumble before the calmness fades’ can it be considered a slight achievement..."
Gongsun Jing also nodded in agreement,
"Indeed, we martial artists, seek a state of mind as clear as a mirror, unclouded by distractions..."
Before Gongsun Jing’s voice had fully fallen, the sound of horseshoes gradually approached, and a person rolled off the saddle, bursting directly into the tavern. He was a young man in vigorous attire, his eyes shining, his face flushed — whether from the cold of winter or extreme excitement, it wasn’t clear — he scanned the many diners and martial artists in the tavern, and shouted loudly,
"News from the Jianghu! News from the Jianghu!"
"Blade Madman defeats the Great Elder of the Immortal Pavilion, Gongsun Jing of the Giant Whale Gang, now wielding his blade, heading straight for the main pavilion of the Immortal Pavilion at Evergreen Peak!"
Qu Kang’an’s smile completely froze.
His wine cup, shattered in his hand into powder.
The clear wine spilled through his fingers, drenching his garment, smelling intensely acrid, quite embarassing.
Gongsun Jing watched the old man across him, bit his lip, suddenly feeling an overwhelming urge to repeat what the old man had just said, but after a moment’s thought, he restrained himself with his firm will.
The muscular scout from the Military Family, sitting at his seat, his face a mixture of pain and astonishment, yet inside, he was shaking his head, nearly laughing out,
Tsk, the state of mind, the state of mind...
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