Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 236 - 135: Foreigners (22)_2

The latter, originally a bandit of the Great Desert, was unruly and wished to rebel, but when that wooden sword pointed in front of him, a chilling fear uncontrollably rose from the depths of his heart. His body stiffened, unable to resist, and he let that seemingly benign and ordinary wooden sword stop right before his vital spot.

The merchant’s heart skipped a beat, but he did not lose his composure, speaking in an awkward Great Qin official language. First, he cursed that man, then turned to Wang Anfeng, forcing a laugh as he said,

"Haha, my guards are all rough men who offended the young master. I hope you will forgive this offense. But, young master, these words should not be spoken lightly. When have I ever defied the laws of your country?"

"According to the laws of Great Qin that bind all nations, the people of the same country should follow the rules of their own nation. Only in the case of conflicts with foreigners or conflicts between foreigners and Great Qin citizens should Great Qin’s rules apply."

"Young master, please see for yourself. This person is of my own tribe, and according to our tribal customs, capturing them as slaves is not a defiance of Great Qin’s rules, right?"

As he spoke, he pulled the young man up with his right hand, revealing a smooth forehead and extremely sharp and icy eyes like an eagle circling the skies.

The features on his face were well-developed, he was at least sixteen years of age. However, he appeared to have suffered extraordinary torment, looking gaunt and skeletal. From afar, he seemed but fourteen, with a rugged countenance sharply different from that of Qin’s people.

Seeing that he was indeed a foreigner, Wang Anfeng’s expression momentarily voiced, he then pursed his lips. Despite the indignation in his heart, he no longer had a reason to take action. Even so, his right hand gripping the longsword did not lower.

The big man in front of him who was once a bandit roving across the Great Desert naturally sensed that there seemed to be a heavy shackle on this young man, preventing him from taking action, grew slightly bolder, and stepped back from the range of Wang Anfeng’s sword edge, feeling a chill in his throat that finally began to subside. He subconsciously raised his hand to cover where the wooden sword had feigned a strike.

Seeing this, the merchant smiled amicably and then looked towards Tuoba Yue, addressing her in a strangely pronounced and abrupt tone. The girl bit her teeth, looked at Wang Anfeng apologetically, and communicated in the same language.

After a brief exchange, Tuoba Yue clenched her teeth, bowed her head, and was about to reach for the money pouch at her waist. The sight seemed to greatly shock the foreign young man, who suddenly stood up with a furious shout, his facial hair bristling as if overcome with rage. Tuoba Yue’s hand trembled, unable to move further.

The merchant cursed under his breath and kicked out. Although his martial arts were weak, he was broad and burly, and the kick was not without force. He knocked the emaciated young man to the ground, who, regardless of everything else, kept his gaze fiercely fixed on the girl.

Wang Anfeng’s left hand moved, his sword scabbard sprang from his back, thrusting directly towards the merchant’s right leg. He was not a dull man and had already realized that this young man must be connected to Tuoba Yue. After driving the merchant back, he reached into his bosom to take out a money pouch, intent on redeeming the young man.

But, at that moment, Tuoba Yue suddenly reached out and grabbed Wang Anfeng’s sleeve,

Whispered,

"Don’t..."

Wang Anfeng felt the tremor in her movement, his palm hesitated. The merchant cursed in a foreign language and pulled the foreign young man away. Because of Great Qin’s laws, Wang Anfeng could not intervene, only stand in place.

The young man walked forward, tugged by chains, turned around to glance at him. His right hand lifted, brushing over his left thumb, then clenched together and lightly tapped his chest. The merchant tightened the chains, and the young man, being dragged, stumbled away.

Wang Anfeng exhaled a turbid breath.

He was a man of Qin, and it was really not his place to meddle in the affairs of foreigners.

He raised his hand to sheathe his sword and carried it on his back, turning to Tuoba Yue, whose eyes were slightly red but showed no sign of distress. She glossed over the incident without a word of explanation, and certainly did not mention leveraging Wang Anfeng’s power - it was as if nothing had happened.

But Wang Anfeng, from her subtle movements, discerned the pain and worry in the young girl’s heart and sighed inwardly, refraining from questioning any further.

Though this matter was not significant, it involved other nations and entailed many complications. He was merely an Eighth Rank Martial Artist and truly powerless.

............

In a merchant’s lodge.

"Hey, what does it mean to dare to redeem yourself, only to tragically die in front of her?"

"Despicable bone! Truly despicable bone!"

"You’ve all ended up like this because of that family, and you still side with them; you deserve to be lowly scum for life. Just wait, in a few days when we set out to return, I am going to drag you back to the grasslands and sell you to the most dangerous tribe, to be used as the filthiest, most abject living sacrifice..."

Just now, that wealthy merchant was holding the whip, and amid his furious shouting, he swung it continuously, each strike landing on the boy’s body. After every two lashes, he would dip the whip into a large bucket nearby, coating it with chili water, then muster all his strength to beat the boy again until his skin split and flesh tore, leaving the boy barely breathing before he finally stopped.

Although the boy was just a slave, supervised under the clan rules where his life or death was controlled by their hands, they were still within the borders of Great Qin after all. Great Qin, with its overwhelming presence above all other nations, was not a place where taking a life could be so carelessly managed, especially since the boy was also a source of silver. How could he bear to kill him?

Panting and gasping, he threw the whip aside and strode back into the house. Moments later, scantily clad exotic dancers went in, and obscene and salacious voices came from inside the house, too vulgar for words. The boy lay on the ground in a daze for a long while, nearly indistinguishable from a corpse.

Suddenly, he struggled to rise, propping himself up with his palms on the ground, and with great difficulty, he moved his battered body under the shelter of a tattered tent, collapsing to the ground with a thud. Suffering intense pain, he glanced at the house with eyes filled with hatred and murderous intent, then his thoughts drifted to the girl he had seen earlier that day, and a sense of gratification flickered in his heart.

Never would he have imagined that after being abducted for so many years, he would still manage to see the little girl from back then.

He knew that Tuoba Yue would definitely spend money to buy his freedom, even if the cost was ten times the usual price.

It was precisely because of this that he couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing.

He was aware of his own physical condition; having been a slave for so many years, he was still alive, but his body was riddled with hidden injuries beyond the aid of medicine, and he had become nothing more than a burden. Proud by nature, he would rather die here than become a drag on his people.

He coughed violently again.

Years of slavery had ravaged his body to the brink of collapse, and if it weren’t for the single-minded obsession still sustaining him, he might have already perished.

After seeing Tuoba Yue, and learning that although their fathers had lost the battle and the tribe had suffered many casualties, their clan had not been annihilated, the bloodline was unbroken, and the tribe continued to exist, his fixation began to fade, his consciousness grew slightly blurred, yet he gritted his teeth and pulled himself back from the brink of death.

Glancing at the house, murderous intent surged in his eyes once again. He fumbled in the squalor and found a sharp short wooden spike, resolved to take the merchant by surprise and kill him; dying would at least bring him contentment. His eyes brightened slightly, cold and defiant like a hawk soaring high in the sky.

Just then, something fell and rolled, capturing the boy’s attention subconsciously. It was a smooth jade bead, and he had no idea when it had landed on him.

As he was pondering the mystery, the bead suddenly shone brightly, engulfing the boy who had been no better than a beast for years, still harboring murderous intent, as resilient as iron.

Inside the wooden house, the lewd noises continued unabated, with no awareness of the strange occurrences outside.

............

In Shaolin Temple.

Atop a solitary peak, the air was filled with the booming voice of Hong Luoyu.

"Ying, didn’t you say there was no spirit left? Where the hell did you dig up more, huh?!"

"You’d rather it rot in your hands, than let me materialize legs and arms for myself?"

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The voice suddenly became muffled, as if the speaker was violently forced against the ground, unable to articulate words. Wu Changqing sitting on a wooden chair stuffed two plugs into his ears, looked at a medical text, and murmured softly:

"The seventh time."

"According to the rules, three chances remained..."

"Great Thief, truly a paragon of perseverance, admirable indeed..."

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