Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 275 - 172: A Beating from Jianghu (11)_2

The man nonchalantly pushed the elder aside and said,

"What are you doing?"

"No matter what, my son is dead. To recklessly deploy the strength of the Fire Refining Sect for vengeance over one person’s death is foolish. His death is his own fault. Moreover, he was exploited by others, a complete waste. Such a waste dying is no loss at all!"

"But his death has tarnished the reputation of the Fire Refining Sect."

"Even if the killer is later killed, it will still make others look down upon us. With the Jianghu undergoing changes, showing any weakness could lead to countless disciples of our sect getting killed or injured!"

"How so? In the Elder’s eyes, are the lives of the Pharmacist Valley disciples worth more than those of the Fire Refining Sect?"

The elder said anxiously:

"You cannot twist right and wrong. You, you, you, how can you possibly silence the opinions of the entire world?"

Upon hearing this, the man burst into loud laughter and said,

"As long as every single being in the Pharmacist Valley is eradicated, what can the so-called truth do? What significance does it hold?"

"After today, the whole world will know that it’s the Pharmacist Valley from Fufeng who killed my son and that anyone who challenges the authority of our sect, no matter how far away they are, will be killed by us! You seem to be getting senile, old man. Since when does the Jianghu care about reason?"

"If someone slanders another baselessly, confusing right and wrong, that’s nothing but the plotting of some venomous behind-the-scenes mastermind. But with righteous justification, killing them cleanly and completely, and declaring it to the world, everyone will have no choice but to submit. That is the style of a true hero."

"In the Jianghu, power is the only reason that matters."

"Hahaha, Elder Li, after living for so many years, haven’t you realized this yet?"

The elder opened his mouth but could not respond. Just then, the Sect Leader spoke again:

"Moreover, we’ve already prepared spies for many years."

"If we don’t use them now, they might as well rot."

His seemingly casual words, laced with a murderous aura, caused the elder to lose his composure. He raised his hands to grab the man’s wrist, intending to continue persuading him, but the Sect Leader shook him off with a swing of his hand. His wrist shook, and the long knife pointed straight at the elder’s nose as he smiled and said:

"I wonder, Elder, does your last name happen to be Fire or Pharmacist?"

While his voice was tinged with laughter, the elder’s complexion turned deathly pale, and he tremulously withdrew his hands. Opening his mouth with a forced smile, he said:

"Of course, it’s Fire."

The Sect Leader looked at him intently for a while, causing him to shake, his face turning pale and cold sweat beading on his forehead. Suddenly, the Sect Leader burst out laughing, saying,

"Hahaha, Elder Li, Elder Li, we have been close allies for more than twenty years, transparent and sincere to each other. Only today did I find out your last name is Fire, how interesting... From now on, we shall no longer call you Elder Li, but Elder Fire!"

The elder’s face grew even paler, watching the Sect Leader Wei Changkong laugh wildly and unreservedly, sweat continuing to drip from his forehead. Just then, Wei Changkong moved his wrist, sheathing his long knife, and patted the elder’s shoulder, chuckling:

"Just a joke, don’t be scared."

"Someone, escort the Elder to my room for some tea to calm down. Oh right, bring out that best tea I’ve just prepared."

After giving instructions to his men, he laughed again:

"Brother knows you have a kind heart and cannot bear to witness the scene of killing."

"So, there’s no need for you to get involved."

"But this is, after all, a significant matter for our Fire Refining Sect. Rest assured, I’ll bring back the old man’s head for you to see."

Elder Li turned ghostly white. Two martial artists had already surrounded him, and he could only watch Wei Changkong stride away.

"Let’s go!"

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

Inside Fufeng City.

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The Fire Refining Sect.

Meng Yuexue and Chuan Lian were assisting a senior in suppressing the poison in a patient’s body. They had thought this Detoxification Technique would be extremely strenuous, but to their surprise, they felt scarcely any pressure.

Looking over at Chuan Lian, Meng Yuexue saw his expression even more relaxed, spawning a sense of curiosity and unease in her heart.

Lately, my senior brother’s martial arts have been advancing rapidly, breaking through one after another. This kind of need for detoxification could be met by him alone. Grandfather Zhang had previously inspected my senior brother’s martial arts, so he couldn’t be unaware of this fact.

So why did he insist on us both staying here?

If I returned to Pharmacist Valley, it would definitely be simpler.

Meng Yuexue felt an inexplicable unease. As she looked at the amiable elder, a terrifying and unsettling thought began to form in her mind.

This benevolent senior intentionally let Wang Anfeng go back to Pharmacist Valley, instead of her.

Why would he do that?

There might indeed be dangers, but then again, he used deception to keep her and Chuan Lian here without a single word of caution to Wang Anfeng. That hardly seems like the action of a Divine Doctor.

Grandfather Zhang, what does he know?!

The old healer, sensing her gaze, turned to look and smiled,

"What’s the matter, Xue’er?"

Meng Yuexue opened her mouth, the elderly figure in front of her still the picture of kindness, and unconsciously, she let go of the thought in her mind, assuming it was just her overthinking. She shook her head and said,

"Nothing much..."

Meanwhile, in Pharmacist Valley.

An elder with silver hair stood smiling, saying something, while beside him sat an elder in a green robe, his aura thick and profound, his demeanor tranquil and calm, not like ordinary people. As he sipped tea, he casually said,

"Use their own plan against them, lure the traitors of our sect here and surround and annihilate them."

"Well done,"

the elder filled with the scent of medicine laughed,

"I dare not accept such praise, dare not."

"At that time, we will need the Sect Leader’s assistance," he added.

The elder in the green robe nodded slightly. While he agreed, he held no fondness in his heart for the Great Elder of Pharmacist Valley beside him. Since that incident a year ago in Wangxian County, where he had almost died at the hands of that constantly disguised, scheming ’bastard’, he had lost all fondness for such people.

Even now, the thought of that ’bastard’s’ frenzied punches still made his heart tremble and filled him with immense fear.

Like a fierce tiger descending the mountain!

If it weren’t for the Pavilion Master who used the power of the divine weapon to remotely rescue him from his near-death state,

If it weren’t for the Pavilion still having a rare elixir,

If it weren’t for that old thief who, driven by rage, had just made a breakthrough to Third Rank but was still lacking in foundation...

Any single mishap among these coincidences would have seen him turned to dust under that onslaught of punches. How could he still be here, orchestrating from behind the scenes, enjoying compliments from others?

Thinking of this, the elder in green’s heart trembled slightly, but he pressed down the fear and dread, collected his expression, and thought to himself:

"Even if you are strong enough... alone in the Jianghu, what can you really do?"

"You died, I survived, that’s the ultimate truth."

"Liu Wuqiu..."

With a cold laugh, he raised his hand to drink tea.

............…

The setting sun hung low in the sky.

Wang Anfeng reined in his mount, standing firm, riding the Exotic Beast named horse that Xue Qinshuang had once gifted him. Gazing at the distant structure shrouded in clouds and mist, he viewed the clouds and mist spreading out from the highest peak, enveloping and winding through Fufeng as one of the "Eight Scenes of Fufeng," said to be like the Jade Void Fairy Palace.

The young man exhaled softly.

"Finally here."

Having encountered no troubles along the road, he now felt a lightness in his heart. As he admired the mist-enshrouded scenery, the cries of the old man uncontrollably sprang into his mind.

Wang Anfeng exhaled deeply, pushing aside the medley of thoughts in his heart, raised his eyes to Xue Qinshuang at his side, making one last effort as he said,

"Miss Xue, let us part ways here."

"There’s no danger here anymore."

Xue Qinshuang glanced at him, without replying, but then pointed into the misty mountains and said with a smile,

"I didn’t follow you here."

"I just came to see the ’Pharmacist Valley Cloud Sea’, one of the Eight Scenes of Fufeng."

Her voice paused, then she tilted her head playfully and joked,

"Why, am I so disagreeable that I’m spoiling the mood of young master Wang?"

Wang Anfeng opened his mouth, then helplessly shook his head, fell silent for a bit, and said in a soft voice,

"Thank you..."

Xue Qinshuang chuckled, not minding him, squeezed her legs against the horse’s belly, and, amid the resounding neigh of the steed, she had already galloped away first, calling out loud,

"Giddy up!"

Above the heavens, a Flying Eagle cried out, flapping its wings and soaring, as the clouds and mist stretched endlessly and the daylight faded. Wang Anfeng and Xue Qinshuang urged their horses forward, their forms becoming gradually indistinct, the surging clouds and mist, like some monstrous entity, engulfed them within.

Feathers of silver drifted down from the Flying Eagle’s wings.

PS: A plot node; the writing block is quite fierce...so today, there’s only one update, please bear with me.

PS: This segment of the plot, emmm, the continuous hardships from both Jianghu and society is the inevitable path of growth for the youth, I don’t want to "waa" (seriously).