Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 890 - 99: Clouds Surge in Fury

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Chapter 890 -99: Clouds Surge in Fury

“The hour of Si, two quarters past.”

“Almost.”

“Very soon…”

……

Rongyue City is a typical county city in Great Qin.

Located within Xianping County of Jian’nan Dao, the city contains seventeen districts, each with just over twenty thousand people, and four of these districts remain uninhabited.

It covers a considerable area, yet due to its distance from the central shops and medical clinics, few live here, with a population barely over three hundred thousand, far from comparable to Liangzhou City.

Its bustling life centers in the heart of the city, with four city gates facing each direction, each gate linking to a main street, forming a cross at the center, making the four districts at this intersection the most prosperous, with wine flags fluttering and vendors aplenty.

Tie Lin stood in the tallest spot of this city, on the seventh layer of a wine house, twenty meters high, no significant structures around, his gaze extending three hundred miles, capturing the entire city’s view.

Tie Lin looked outside, lifted a porcelain bowl, and drank its contents in one gulp.

The slightly cold water flowed down his throat, sharpening his mind, his eyes glancing over the water clock in the wine house.

Outside, people yelled, children ran by, vendors shouted, the severely ill wept, couples quarreled, the woman’s voice sharp and piercing, the man’s low and weak.

Life in its hundred forms, much like the droplets in the water clock falling, not a bit faster, not a bit slower.

Tie Lin closed his eyes momentarily.

“The third quarter of Si has passed.”

“Very soon, if it is as Wang Anfeng mentioned, that person will arrive at noon…”

Last night he left the city, rushed back, having already discussed with several martial experts in Rongyue City, now all high places in the city are guarded by experienced martial soldiers, covering the entire cityscape within sight.

Under the Bi’an Golden Order, the Armory opened wide, bows and crossbows at the ready.

The stage is set for the Heavenly Nets and Earthly Traps strategy, Tie Lin, once a Military Governor, had witnessed firsthand the grand scene of tens of thousands of crossbows firing, where even the most formidable experts, facing such a barrage, meet their limits.

He glanced up at the sun, now nearing its zenith.

The crossing of Si and Wu hours.

A young waiter came running up, cheerful in demeanor, ceremoniously bowing to the dignitaries: “Esteemed guests, it’s nearing noon, today’s kitchen is prepared with a variety of dishes, if you like…”

Tie Lin placed the bowl on the table, producing a clear sound.

He took a deep breath, then let out a deep and resonant sound—

“Noon.”

This day at noon.

The Secrets of the Sword Forging Valley, a descendant of Ouyang, ‘Qiong Qi’ is due to arrive in Rong Yue.

He has committed three grave crimes, all unforgivable!

……

Horses’ hooves clattered loudly, then abruptly halted, the lead horse reared, neighing long and continuously, like a dragon’s roar.

‘Qiong Qi’ lifted the carriage curtain and disembarked.

A pair of cloth shoes stepped onto the ground.

Shi Huaidie’s eyes watched the extinguishing red candle, plunging the quiet room within the mountain’s belly into darkness, an eerie silence, amidst which the heartbeat quickened.

Thump,

Thump,

Thump!

A constant clattering sound ensued.

Tie Lin’s hand released a thin sword an inch, his robust stature rose suddenly, the internal armor clashed with a menacing chill, then, disregarding everyone above, he leapt forward, landing half-kneeling on the pavilion.

A wind blew from the west, slightly lifting Tie Lin’s long hair, his eyes sharp as swords, surveying the intersecting streets and faint distant mountains.

At the rise and fall of his emotions, distant clouds surged angrily, Heaven and Earth connecting.

“Exhale… Inhale…”

On Shaolin Mountain, the sound of slow breathing; at noon, the Buddhist Bell tolled, scattering clouds and fog.

Wang Anfeng slowly opened his eyes, hearing the wind, seeing clouds gathering and scattering, with the bell tolling rhythmically, time seemed to halt, after an unknown passage, a soft and clear voice reached his ears.

“I’ve arrived…”

“Rongyue City.”

Wang Anfeng exhaled softly, silently reciting the last two verses, the fading echoes of the bell remained, he rose, with a sweep of his sleeve, stepping freely between the realms.

“Qiong Qi.”

Instantly his vision transformed, he stepped from the alley he had previously arranged, into the flow of the main street.

At noon, cooking smoke rose, with few pedestrians around, and those there hurried, so he easily spotted the ‘youth’ sitting at a teahouse table, sipping tea, dressed in clothes he had purchased.

Wang Anfeng’s lips curled slightly as he approached, Xue Qinshuang took a sip of tea, pulled a Copper Coin from her pocket, placed it on the table, rose and smiled:

“Why so late?”

Wang Anfeng smiled, the two moved together, following the information provided by Shi Huaidie, walking the streets casually and relaxed, Wang Anfeng buying a bamboo hat along the way, to conceal his conspicuous appearance.

While most hideaways are inconspicuous, the Famous Swords Organization contrarily goes against the norm. Not recklessly without disguise, but utilizing an outward ease with inner tension, ready to escape instantly if caught unguarded, with secret passages spanning miles beneath various large courtyards, allowing free movement without exposure.

Then, they brazenly resided in the most bustling part of Rongyue City.

Who would think someone could be so brazen, yet even if suspected, attempting entry would be thwarted by guards, and in a flash, they would be miles away, guests reveling, drinking and dining, so how could they be captured?