Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 732 - 38: Completing Kunlun in One Breath (2/2) (2800)

Chapter 732 -38: Completing Kunlun in One Breath (2/2) (2800)

Reversing the last two characters of his own name to use the alias Feng An, Wang Anfeng, together with the deeply worried Tian Zhide, left the Divine Martial Mansion convoy and swiftly sprinted toward the direction of the northern inn.

The rare crimson horse was still grazing at Shaolin Temple while being used by Xue Qinshuang. Wang Anfeng was now riding a poor horse casually taken from the Divine Martial Mansion stables, valued at only five hundred silver, barely considered fit for running. It was far inferior to the standards of traveling eight hundred li by day and a thousand li by night.

However, at that moment, Tian Zhide continuously lashed his beloved horse without showing any signs of pain. The inferior horse Wang Anfeng rode seemed to understand his master’s intent and did not dare to slack or lie down, straining its muscles to rush forward, its mane fluttering, momentarily displaying the vigor of a fiery steed.

The distance of merely a dozen or so li was swiftly covered in a moment, without having to worry about the slower pace of the aging Liu Ling and the Divine Martial Mansion convoy.

When the two rushed into the small town, the previously busy streets were now utterly deserted, a stark silence pervading. Amid this dead silence, hundreds of meters away, the clashing sounds of weapons and screams could still be heard from across the mulberry forest.

Tian Zhide’s expression subtly changed. He steadied himself, reined in his horse beside Wang Anfeng, and instructed him to wait a moment and act according to the situation. He told Wang Anfeng to stay put and not to approach. If Tian Zhide did not reappear after a short while, he should not hesitate to turn his horse around and flee, quickly find the original troops, and inform them that things had gone awry, urging them to speedily leave toward the direction of Jianan Road.

After speaking, he did not hesitate, dismounted directly, held his spear in his right hand, lightened his steps, and took a wide detour at a distance of two to three hundred meters from the inn. He silently climbed a tree, held his breath, and then suddenly lunged down from the tree with his spear, taking advantage of the terrain to launch an attack.

As he leaped down, the throughout cautious and seemingly honest middle-aged warrior glared furiously, his face ferocious like a tiger descending the mountain, striking mercilessly and evidently leaving no way out for himself, immediately followed by several screams, inflicting wounds unknown to whom.

Despite Tian Zhide’s advice, Wang Anfeng gently kicked the horse’s belly and drove the horse forward. The poor horse was reluctant, but Wang Anfeng chuckled, gently pressed his hand on the horse’s back, and channeled a strand of Inner Strength into it.

There are generally two types of Inner Strength in Buddhism: one is the compassionate gaze of the bodhisattvas and Buddhas, and the other is the protective wrath of the Vajra Ming Kings.

Leveraging the Diamond Sutra, Wang Anfeng cultivated the Golden Bell Shield, which, although achieving the grand enlightenment of severing the three thousand troubles with Vajra Power, also possessed the profound mystery of all conditioned phenomena being like dreams, illusions, bubbles, and shadows. He now calmed the restlessness of his steed and quietly continued forward. His soft handling prevented loud noises, and since the warriors were absorbed in combat, his tracks went undetected.

Stopping by a mulberry tree, Wang Anfeng dismounted. His eyes hid divine charm as he surveyed the courtyard in front of the inn. Last night’s storm had washed the flagstone floor clean and serene, but it was now covered in a thick layer of blood.

In the courtyard, dozens of warriors were fiercely battling, the sounds of their swords and blades colliding as intense as last night’s storm. Half of them were the burly men who had entered the inn yesterday, and the other half were swordsmen in black attire.

For warriors, unless their martial arts were closely matched, a confrontation would determine life and death in just a dozen or so moves. From the brief time Wang Anfeng and Tian Zhide had halted to their return, already twenty or thirty skilled fighters had fallen.

Tian Zhide, who had just ambushed, already had his spear bloodied. He was currently exhibiting the Fei Poyue Spear Technique with excellence, his spear dancing with cold gleams, single-handedly contending against three sect warriors.

Tian Zhide, who previously admitted he was far inferior to Chen Jinyu, had somewhat suffered from not truly fighting in Jianghu. He had practiced spear technique under Fei Poyue since childhood, adhering daily and annually to this practice.

While he might not have many renowned killer moves, his mastery of the foundational Poyue Spear Technique was hardly inferior to those of legitimate heirs from the sects.

Now, the man who usually seemed honest found himself cornered, wielding his long spear like a ferocious tiger or evil flood dragon tearing apart its disguise, unleashing fierce Vigorous Qi and stabbing blood holes into the bodies of three surrounding swordsmen.

However, his junior fellow, Situ Che, was not as fortunate as his senior. With a wounded arm, he was unable to wield the Poyue Spear Technique and had to draw his sword to protect the two young women in front of him. Watching his senior brother fight fiercely, his face was filled with guilt and emotion.

Wang Anfeng leaned against the mulberry tree and did not rashly step out. Instead, he further concealed his breath. Although both parties were engaged in combat, there were several black-clothed swordsmen who had not yet participated in the fight.

Several distinguished swordsmen gathered around an elderly man, who was tall, with white hair and beard, casually holding a broadsword. He calmly observed the changing battle situation, exuding a Grandmaster-like presence, quite conspicuous amidst the strife.

As if watching Lower Third Rank warriors fight bored him, the elderly man raised his eyes and said,

“Wu Family’s old man, how long will you continue to hide?”

“Are you scared? Hahaha… Where has the spirited bravado gone that you had when you slew the serpent along the river with Ren Changge?! Did you feed it to the dogs?”

Unlike his appearance, his voice carried a robust vigor, evidently the result of seasoned Inner Strength. His taunting voice echoed endlessly in the expanse.

The young woman previously shielded by Situ Che had already lifted her hat, holding a sword in her hand, her black hair draping over her shoulders. Though slightly pale, her countenance still carried a compelling heroism. She spoke lightly,

“You are merely a petty betrayer; what fear should we have of you?”

The elderly man laughed and said,

“Lady Jiang Lan, your demeanor is by no means inferior, utterly different from your pedantic scholar of a father. If not for… Haha, in any case, this old man admires such a temperament in a young lady and will definitely ensure no one dishonors your corpse.”

The young girl remained composed, but her maid beside her was already trembling with anger.

Lan Miss?

Wang Anfeng’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he grew even more certain in his heart.

He had partly anticipated the matter when he heard Situ Che ordering Tian Zhide to deliver a letter to the academy in the city. Seizing the opportunity as he held Tian Zhide’s palm to prevent him from bowing, he had secretly taken the carefully hidden letter.

Then, while Tian Zhide was warning Fei Yonglin, he stole a glance at it, but had no time to put it back; hence, he could only pretend he had picked it up from the ground. As for the seal on it, that was but a crude method, how could it ever hold him back?

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Wang Anfeng couldn’t help but smile wryly.

He opened his right hand, and a golden copper coin slid out from his sleeve, held between his fingers with a trace of blood on it—the very one he had just picked up.

When the Sixth Rank swordsman had turned to flee earlier, it was he who had stealthily struck with that copper coin, hitting the swordsman’s vital point on his back, completing the Mustard Seed Kunlun in one breath, which abruptly dispersed his Inner Qi and caused him to stumble and fall, allowing Cao Limin and the other two to heavily slash at his back.

Otherwise, without them striking, a Sixth Rank swordsman would have been able to escape.

It seemed that the words of the white-haired swordsman had an effect. Accompanied by a cold snort, from the shadows floated out a scholar of no younger age. Dressed like someone from Li Qidao in a blue robe, his scholarly aura far exceeded the latter’s. The only flaw was his somewhat pale complexion and slightly unstable breath.

Wang Anfeng, skilled in medicine, could instantly tell through observation that the old man had suffered a serious internal injury. Yet despite the heavy injury, to still possess such dignity and grace, such a venerable scholar was rare in the world.

Such figures existed in Fufeng Academy, beneath Heaven Capital City, and along Jiangnan Road, only found in One-Leaf Pavilion, one of the top seven sects.

Wang Anfeng couldn’t help but mock himself. He had just had a conflict with Xuanyuan Hongsheng of One-Leaf Pavilion, even cutting off his hand, and now he had to stand up for a disciple of One-Leaf Pavilion against an unknown sect’s disciple, inadvertently inviting untold trouble.

Many things in the Jianghu simply make no sense.

Yet, merely based on that girl’s name, he had to take action.

Jiang Lan.

Based on Jiang Guan Lan.

As the letter stated, she was the only daughter of the Pavilion Master of One-Leaf Pavilion.

Wang Anfeng still remembered the two rare moments in his life when he felt truly helpless: once was in Pharmacist Valley, surrounded by a pack of wolves, isolated and without support, and the other was during his youth at Liuxu Villa.

At that time, his martial arts were weak, and he had just developed Inner Qi. He thought that the Manor Master of Liuxu Villa, Liu Wuqiu, was in league with evil forces. Although he escaped the deadly feast, he couldn’t break out of the external Heavenly Nets Earthly Traps and hid in the study, almost as if waiting for death.

Three youngsters by the dragon’s den and tiger’s lair were talking softly to bolster their courage.

At that time, who could differentiate between a noble clan’s son and a destitute scholar’s son?

The sickly young master Xiahou spoke about a foolish wife he had tricked home with a stick of candied haw when he was ten, his eyes gleaming with light.

He always called her Candied Haw.

He wondered if he died in Wangxian, would Candied Haw end up crying herself into a tearful little figure?

Wang Anfeng chuckled softly, privately thinking he had no interest in seeing a grown man cry like a baby, took a deep breath, and his spine straightened, segment by segment.

A breath completed, traversing Kunlun.

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