Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 443 - 113: The Only Person with White Hair (Two-in-One)

Hong Feibai was dispirited and distraught as he stood up, his hand still gripping the sword tightly.

Wang Anfeng’s gaze passed over him to look at the scenery pierced by the sword in the background, a hint of amazement in his eyes. The scene before him, carved out by the Sword Qi and lying in ruins, seemed no less captivating than the glazed vistas of the snow-covered Heavenly Mountain.

It was just one sword strike.

Such a strike, he himself could not deliver now.

Even though he had reached the Fifth Rank in his Inner Strength cultivation, that only meant enduring resilience, an endless stream of energy within him. But without his own understanding in swordsmanship, he still wouldn’t be able to achieve what he saw before him.

He couldn’t do it, whereas Mr. Ying could easily produce such a magnificent sight with a casual strike. His third Master was also skilled with the sword, with power exceeding this move, but when it came to the inner essence and charm of Inner Strength, he indeed fell far short.

Obviously, the one who left that token behind was certainly a top-notch swordsman in Jianghu.

Hong Feibai’s eyes lifted, filled with a sensation bordering on madness. He looked towards Wang Anfeng, gripping the longsword tightly, and hoarsely said:

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"Master, may I have the bundle...?"

Wang Anfeng silently raised his hand and threw the blue bundle over to him.

Hong Feibai reached out his hand but failed to catch it; it seemed he had expended too much Inner Strength in their encounter. The bundle brushed past his fingertips and fell onto the snowy ground, coming undone as he plunged the longer longsword into the ground and began desperately searching through it.

A robust man came down from the slopes behind them, his right hand grasping a black iron bow, which if stood up, would be as tall as a man, and a spear on his back. His face was stern and serious, but now disbelief was written all over it. He looked at Hong Feibai, then retracted his gaze and stopped five steps in front of Wang Anfeng.

After scrutinizing him for a while, as if uncertain, he finally confirmed the latter’s identity, clasped his hands in a salute, and said:

"Ma Hongkuo pays his respects to the senior."

Wang Anfeng’s attention fell on the man.

This man, like Hong Feibai, was someone he met before leaving the village. Back then, it was this man from the Chilian Gang, wielding the Mountain River Spear, who was leading people to hunt down Hong Feibai. Wang Anfeng had repelled him, never expecting to see him today, let alone that he would take action and save Hong Feibai.

Wang Anfeng found this man agreeable and nodded at him. He wanted to smile, but he could hardly manage it now.

Ma Hongkuo was clearly shocked, and the tension in his body eased.

Hong Feibai suddenly rose unsteadily, holding a Jade Token in his hand. The front was engraved with a longsword, and the back held enigmatic seal script, seemingly a Cultivation Technique. Then, trembling, he raised his hand and took out another Jade Token from his bosom. The two were almost identical, but on the back of the second one, the seal script seemed to be subtly twisting.

There was an extremely sharp energy about it.

Hong Feibai looked at the token in his left hand and then at the one in his right. Suddenly, with a burst of resolve, he threw the token from the bundle into the air and his palm instantly landed on the hilt of the longsword thrust into the ground.

In the clanging sound, the longsword shot out of its scabbard.

A flash of cold light passed by.

The token, which the girl had protected until death, shattered into several pieces in an instant.

The broken jade pieces fell on the snowy ground, crystal clear, and would surely fetch a fair amount of Silver Coin if sold to a pawnshop.

Hong Feibai clenched the token in his left hand, his body shaking slightly.

Wang Anfeng’s eyes lingered on Hong Feibai, whose body was tensed up, watching his red-rimmed eyes and the translucent token in his hand. The script on the token seemed to react to the young man’s surging emotions, with a bone-white glow slowly flowing, stinging Wang Anfeng’s eyes.

Like the light of a sword.

He had already guessed, and finally understood the question that had been troubling his mind these past days.

Why did Hong Feibai, who was intent on dying and serving as a mere pawn, manage to survive, while the young girl, who had chosen the path of life, met her end in such a remote place as Fengyue City?

Because the treasure in Hong Feibai’s hands was the real thing.

Because it was his junior sister who was the sacrificial piece, and with the treasure he held, under those circumstances, he was likely the only chance of survival. Including his Master and Mistress, they might have already resigned to their fates at that time, hoping only that Hong Feibai could live on.

Wang Anfeng didn’t know what to say.

He had some prior reservations about Hong Feibai’s Master treating him as an expendable pawn to save the life of his daughter, but now he felt that in the face of desperation, using one’s own daughter as a pawn in exchange for a disciple’s escape and the continuation of the sect, the Elder of Heavenly Sword Sect might also be considered a qualified father.

And was he a qualified Master, a qualified Elder?

Hong Feibai could no longer contain the anguish in his heart and cried out with a red-eyed, high-pitched howl.

The sound echoed through the valley.

Mournful and in pain.

If they were in Jiangdong Gorges at this moment, surely it would provoke incessant cries from the monkeys on both riverbanks, echoing long and ceaselessly.

Ma Hongkuo, hearing this howl, was astounded.

In just two short months, this young man’s Inner Strength has grown substantially. He didn’t know what Hong Feibai must have been through, but seeing his bloodshot eyes, he wisely refrained from asking too much.

It was surely not any good news.

He hadn’t recognized Wang Anfeng in the city but had noticed Hong Feibai, who was so distraught he failed to detect adversaries from another sect. Feeling that something was strange, and owing Hong Feibai his life from two months ago, in addition to his gang’s rivalry with that other Sect, he had followed.