Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 316 - 23 It’s Breezy (1/2)

The Tan Residence was already ensnared in the Heavenly Nets Earthly Traps.

The Tiger King was almost self-imprisoned; all power had been usurped by the former ’underling ghost’ Yu Jiu.

Unknown was whether the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs colluded with Yu Jiu. If not, the core of the whirlpool stemmed from these two formidable forces capable of shaking the Jianghu of the entire state. When two tigers battle, one is bound to die.

With this in mind, it was uncertain how to obtain news of Meng Yuexue and Chuan Lian...

Wang Anfeng gazed at the scenery outside the window, his expression calm, betraying neither joy nor anger.

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At that moment, a gentle tapping sound came from outside the window.

A young girl dressed in a treasure blue skirt leaned her arms on the windowsill, her brown pupils fixed on him, and she softly said,

"Young Master..."

"Lian Rong Su..."

Wang Anfeng’s mouth twitched slightly.

His right hand summoned True Qi, following the technique learned in Copper Man Lane, channeling with a yin-yang approach and converging with the "circulating universe" momentum, circulating unpredictably.

Then, it landed on the dough.

............…

Wang Anfeng had estimated the trouble as high as he possibly could.

But, most things in the world do not go as one wishes.

On the first day, martial artists probed in daylight, while assassins launched a fierce attack by night.

On the second day, the Tiger King Tan Tianxiong avoided being seen, and the Tan Residence’s power fell into the hands of others.

On the third day,

experts from the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs appeared in Xi Dingzhou City. The businesses owned by the Tan Family were smashed, and the inns and brothels were filled with sword-bearing, murderous Jianghu folk. Without lifting a finger, their mere cold presence and battle-hardened aura made the common patrons unbearable to stay, prompting them all to leave.

In the entire inn, only these sternly seated martial artists remained.

On the fourth day,

as if repeating the scene from the day before, by the afternoon, the constrained Tan family guards and martial artists burst into direct conflict with those from the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs, causing many casualties.

Three gang leaders from the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs fought until they were seriously injured; one was on the brink of death.

Seventeen guards from the Tan family died, eight among them, while the housekeeper Wu Hong sustained serious injuries.

The entire Xi Dingzhou City was enveloped in this great Jianghu conflict; provincial officials deployed the Great Qin Iron Cavalry to patrol the streets, and the originally prosperous Xi Dingzhou City saw fewer and fewer pedestrians over these two days. By the fifth day, it was even hard to find someone selling vegetables.

Everyone was waiting for the storm to pass.

The sky grew dim.

"Big Brother, it’s about time," said the middle-aged man dressed in a scholar’s robe, his temperament refined. He exhaled a breath of white air, watching the increasingly gloomy sky and spoke to the man sitting beside him on a chair.

The man was exceptionally burly, his face covered with a dense beard, wild and unruly, yet his demeanor was very steady. His hands rested on the hilt of a broad Heavy Blade, wrapped with hemp rope stained with blood that had lost its original color. He remained unmoved upon hearing the words, his right hand releasing the blade handle and taking a white porcelain bowl from the table next to him.

The bowl had a chip on the rim.

By the side blazed a fire, burning fiercely. Alcohol was being boiled over the fire.

The fierce flames reflected in the man’s calm eyes, burning incessantly.

"My son, the foundation of the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs is now in your hands..."

"Do not be fearful; ha-ha-ha-ha, the Jianghu of Xi Dingzhou is big enough for you alone to turn around."

"Your father is tired."

Exhausted words dissipated into memory.

The muddy liquor poured into the porcelain bowl.

Snowflakes fell, melting into the scalding alcohol. The man tilted his head back and gulped down the hot drink. The strong liquor burned his throat, and he rose abruptly, the porcelain bowl in his hand smashing to the ground, his cape billowing with the wind, and he said in a deep voice,

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"Let’s go!"

The Heavy Blade was drawn, the blade’s edge humming.

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

Inside the Tan Residence,

there were added fragrances to red sleeves. Yu Jiu held a pen, dipping it in ink, his focus intense.

On the white paper, his penmanship was far from the usual elegance, rigid and commanding, yet it revealed an indescribable strength of character.

He wrote with his wrist suspended.

By his side, a graceful young girl took the pen for Yu Jiu, her brows and eyes beautiful. Upon closer inspection, she bore an uncanny resemblance to the young girl Yan’er, who was often beside Tan Yurou, except one wore white, her demeanor tranquil and refined, and the other red, radiant as fire and with pursed lips she gently smiled.

"Young Master’s handwriting is looking better and better."

Yu Jiu chuckled softly and replied indifferently,

"Your mouth is getting sweeter too."

The laughter subsided, his right hand resting behind him. In the hall, the door was wide open, revealing the sparse winter plums outside. In the night sky, the cold moon hung high, and the snow fell from the heavens.

Yu Jiu exhaled a white breath.

Experts close to Tan Yurou had all been arranged by him within Xi Dingzhou City, within the businesses of the Tan family; he then secretly agreed with the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs to dispatch warriors capable of restraining these experts, to provoke and subsequently defeat them all severely.

Even Wu Hong, whose martial arts were the most advanced and who had almost watched Tan Yurou grow up, was seriously injured under the siege of three gang leaders; despite being out of mortal danger, he would not be able to fight for some time.

Indeed, the old housekeeper was truly formidable.

Yu Jiu narrowed his eyes slightly.

Under the assault of three Seventh Rank Martial Artists specifically targeting him, he was seriously injured but still managed to inflict heavy injuries with coughing blood on all of them.

One fellow who was exceptionally disrespectful, even vulgar, toward Tan Yurou, suffered the old housekeeper’s three Half-Step Straight Punches with ruptured internal organs, and then was kicked brutally in the groin by an enraged old man’s Crane Tail kick, crippling him for life, even if he survived.

The struggle of a cornered beast is especially fearsome.

But human strength eventually has its limits, and with Wu Hong being old and weakened, as a Martial Artist focused on cultivating Inner Strength, once his Inner Strength was exhausted, his capabilities diminished by seventy percent, and he was defeated.

Yu Jiu raised his eyes to the full moon, his expression and temperament distant and indifferent.

The moon was large, bright, and also gentle.

Ten years ago, when he was still wandering the streets, the girl who offered him food had a glow in her brown eyes like the moonlight.

Large, bright,

and gentle.

Yu Jiu smiled lightly, the fingers on his right hand behind his back slowly closing into a fist.

"You are... mine."

............…

Outside the Xi Dingzhou City in Fufeng, about thirty miles to the north.

The headquarters of the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs were located here, where numerous skilled martial artists used to reside, deterring anyone from daring to invade. Even today, although all the gang leaders, except for the three severely injured ones, were away, a web of Heavenly Nets Earthly Traps had been laid along all the major routes. Even a high-level martial arts expert would not entertain thoughts of breaching this area.

The martial artists left behind, although individually not highly skilled in martial arts, were adept at military formation strategies, distinct from those in Jianghu. Coupled with various traps and the terrain of the mountain, the place was truly impregnable.

This was the foundation that had been controlling the Jianghu of Xi Dingzhou for over fifty years.

Inside the corridor,

A man, standing at seven feet tall with a joyous round face, held a spear in his hands and looked around nervously, irritating the leader of the squad in front of him. After enduring it several times, the leader finally turned back and kicked him, saying:

"What are you looking at?!"

"Damn it, so fucking annoying, fretting like a little girl. If you don’t want to do this, get the hell out."

The man shuddered, stuttering without uttering a word, while the leader in front spat out a mouthful of saliva, still cursing under his breath, gripping his weapon even tighter.

Though he had cursed ferociously, he felt some trepidation in his heart.

But then he comforted himself.

Even without the gang leaders, the traps arranged like Heavenly Nets Earthly Traps were enough to give any attackers a tough time. It had always been like this over the years, so what was there to be afraid of?

If there should be any oversights...

The man paused in his steps and looked back. Behind the headquarters of the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs stood a towering mountain range, engulfed in the dimness of night, like a giant.

Feeling slightly uneasy, he quickly dismissed the thought.

This mountain was extremely dangerous, seldom touched by sunlight. The snow that fell a few days ago had not melted but had turned into ice, and with the fresh snowfall today, the slopes had become even steeper. In the past, some had gone up to collect mountain treasures and had ended up dead or crippled after falling. What good was it to have survived such a harsh environment?

If one wished to cross over this mountain...

Unless it was the Iron Cavalry of Great Qin that had once conquered the snow countries of the Western Regions, it would be impossible.

But could that be possible?!

The man snorted with laughter, then looked back at his subordinates, seeing them still cowering. His brow furrowed, he kicked his foot out and scolded:

"Damn it, move faster!"

"Haven’t you eaten?!"

Snowflakes fluttered down from the sky, shrouding the mountain.

Gongsun Jing exhaled a breath of white air, scattering the snowflakes before him.

He stood atop a rock, overlooking the seemingly impregnable headquarters of the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs.

The influence of the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs was deeply entrenched. If they had taken the official road, they would surely have been detected by this rival gang of the same state. Therefore, they decided to take the riskier route, ascending from this cold, snowy place. Their progress was slow, but like ghosts, they silently reached this location without a sound.

Despite the difficulty of the journey, this was a monthly trial they had undergone in the past. Whether it was the cavalry atop horses or the steeds themselves, all had been trained in that same manner back then.

Next to Gongsun Jing stood a short, burly man with a rough beard. His fingers were short and thick, like radishes buried in winter snow, waving incessantly as he knitted his brows and mumbled:

"There are three supply routes here. When we attack, we might as well throw in some fire."

"That spot must be a trap, and over there, if we can take the main vantage point within the time of one incense stick, then have Lao Liu bring thirty men to take out the armory. I suspect there’s something nasty here..."

"That main building, after we break through, should be converted into an archery tower, modeled after the one at our Divine Martial Mansion... It can provide cover. Three teams of cavalry charging from the main road, then assembling again in the corridor area. Gongsun, you’ll take care of that old ghost you sensed, you’ve got thirty breaths to do it."

"Furthermore, I have three methods here to break through the enemy’s counterattack..."

"If they do that, follow the ’Sealing Head Saber’ tactic for a five-person formation from ’Military Formation’, and cut them open... Then switch to the thirteen-person ’Crane Tail’, or just pull out your saber and give them a ’Lotus’, without any real Jianghu masters around, this is damn easy pickings."

The man murmured to himself, his eyes shining brightly.

In the eyes of people from Jianghu, the defenses that were as solid as a rock in his eyes were almost full of holes. Gongsun Jing sighed in admiration and clapped his hands in praise:

"Old Li, you’re still so ruthless..."

"Pah!"

The man glanced at him and spat,

"Ruthless your grandpa!"

Gongsun Jing’s face flushed with embarrassment, he coughed twice and then said:

"Right, Old Li, about that matter..."

The man glared at him and sneered:

"Quit your bullshit. If you want to be a lapdog for your Young Master, do it yourself, don’t drag me into it."

"If you weren’t my brother, I wouldn’t give a damn about you! Go to hell if you want!"

"I’ve already told you, in this lifetime, I, Li Lao San, will only follow General Li."

"No one else will do..."

Muttering under his breath, the man looked again at the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs’ base below, his eyes sharp as an eagle’s, taking in the figure of every person and calculating the most suitable opportunity to strike in his mind.

Time slowly passed, and the mountains remained in silence.

Suddenly, the man’s eyes brightened.

A wind passed by.

Clad in uptight, icy iron-colored clothing, behind these two men stood towering giants in heavy armor, their expressions cold and resolute. As far as the eye could see, the number of people was unknown.

The cold wind blew in the face of the short and stocky man watching the base below, who licked his lips.

From nineteen years ago, after that incident happened, the silent passion began to burn again in his chest. He raised his right hand, straight and steady as the Mo Blade in the hands of northern Qin people, shimmering with a cold light. Li Lao San squinted his eyes and took a deep breath.

He swung down forcefully.

"Lift spears, mount up!"

In the silence, a vigorous wind rose, sweeping up the frost and snow.

.........

In the city of Xi Dingzhou.

Wang Anfeng caught the falling Bai Xue with his hand.

Next to him stood Tan Yurou dressed in a white skirt, with Yan’er by her side, holding an umbrella for her.

The Bai Xue that had been falling quietly suddenly changed its course, frolicking in the air, and under the moonlight, it seemed even more serene.

Tan Yurou exhaled a breath of white air, her eyes barely open, watching the snowy scenery under the moonlight.

"The wind’s picked up."

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