Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 356 - 52: Madman (Two in One) (But there’s an additional update in the afternoon)

Immortal Pavilion, one of the three Sects in Fufeng.

The sect was established one hundred and thirty years ago, located three hundred and seventy miles outside the State City in Fufeng on Evergreen Mountain. Though not very high, the mountain is quite majestic. Behind it, ten miles away, there is a deep ravine that gathers Vital Energy and grows all kinds of rare and exotic herbs—a treasure land that has been coveted by the Medical Family since ancient times.

On the mountain peak, famous craftsmen from the city were invited to construct buildings of various sizes according to the landscape, which are distributed in a scattered fashion.

Though numerous, they do not appear chaotic; instead, they exude a sense of natural order that refreshes the spirit. On the main peak of the mountain range stands the Sect’s main hall, over thirty feet tall, splendid and magnificent.

On the plaque, the words "Serenity Leads to Distance" are written.

However, at this moment, the atmosphere in this grand hall was incredibly oppressive, almost driving one mad, devoid of any tranquility.

Mei Feng stood with his head bowed in the middle of the hall, under the main hall’s plaque, where the portrait of the Sect’s founder hung. In front of the painting sat a middle-aged man, his hair held by a jade hairpin, with two strands of black hair hanging down beside his temples. He had an elegant and refined demeanor, and was raising his hand to drink tea.

He appeared to be only in his forties, but only a few knew that the Pavilion Master was already over sixty years old. His youthful appearance was due to his profound cultivation, and because the Martial Arts of the Immortal Pavilion were derived from Taoist practices combined with medical techniques, which had a significant effect on preserving youthful looks.

To his immediate left and right, five individuals each sat, both men and women, some as young as Mei Feng.

The older ones were even more aged than Zhao Guang, with white hair and beards, and faint age spots on their faces, but their eyes were clean and clear, showing that their Inner Strength was extraordinary.

The man at the head took a sip of tea, gently placed the cup aside, and without looking at Mei Feng, said indifferently,

"So you mean to say, you didn’t take action, and just watched as Elder Zhao was killed?"

This casual statement sent a chill through Mei Feng’s heart, making him feel as though he was exposed under the scorching sun.

A tremendous oppressive force rolled towards him. His body made a faint cracking sound, and his complexion instantly turned pale. He knew that the biggest test of his visit had come. Clenching his teeth, he raised his hand in salute and said,

"Pavilion Master is insightful."

"The reason I acted as such was not out of cowardice or fear of death, but all for the sake of our Immortal Pavilion!"

An elderly man on the left side burst out laughing in anger and said,

"Oh? So by not saving Brother Zhao, you were actually contributing to our Sect?!"

Mei Feng straightened up and responded,

"Exactly that!"

The old man couldn’t help but slam his hand down on the armrest, causing a loud clatter. He stood up angrily and exclaimed,

"That’s bullshit!"

The Pavilion Master at the head glanced over and said calmly,

"Ninth Elder, you are out of line."

As if a bucket of ice water had been poured over him, the old man’s anger dissipated significantly. He took several deep breaths, snorted angrily, and sat back down, picking up his teacup again, refusing to speak further, although his eyes still flickered with anger.

He was about the same age as Zhao Guang, and the two had supported each other since their youth in Jianghu. Through countless life-threatening encounters, their bond was as deep as that of biological brothers, which explained his outburst.

The Pavilion Master looked at Mei Feng and said lightly,

"Continue."

Mei Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that he wouldn’t face great danger this time. Whenever there was a major event within the Sect, various issues would arise. However, his life was hanging on the internal strife within Immortal Pavilion.

Firstly, the treatment he received as one of the ten Great Elders was distinctly different from others. With a position now vacant, there was a real benefit to be had.

Secondly, the deceased Zhao Guang was of the Pavilion Elder lineage, known for not getting along with the Pavilion Master.

Feeling more settled, Mei Feng was much more composed. He raised his hand again in salute to the Pavilion Master and the other Elders and said,

"Pavilion Master, and all respected Elders, think about it. I am only in my forties, neither my martial arts nor my medical skills are a match for Seventh Elder. Even he was killed by that person with a single strike. What capabilities do I have to avenge Elder Zhao?"

"If I had rashly stepped forward, it would have simply cost me my life, and my life is trivial, but our Immortal Pavilion would suffer the loss of two Sixth Rank Martial Artists at this critical juncture — wouldn’t that be a severe blow?"

"Furthermore, if I had died, there would have been no one to inform you, the Elders. If that person suddenly attacked without warning, I fear we might have suffered another heavy loss."

"Thus, even though I was furious and grieved by Elder Zhao’s death, I calculated for the sake of our Immortal Pavilion, for the sake of you, the Elders! I endured the humiliation and preserved a useful life to atone for my actions."

"Now that you suspect me, I might as well die to demonstrate my resolve, a death clean and clear of any disgrace."

Before his voice had faded, he lunged toward the guard behind, snatching the weapon in his hand.

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He then violently raised his hand toward his own neck to cut himself. Such a drastic action made many Elders instinctively stand up.

Seeing his resolute action, everyone was shocked. Yet, even though they were all Sixth Rank Martial Artists with profound Inner Strength, it was too late to stop him.

Just as Mei Feng was about to spill his blood right there, his wrist suddenly stalled, and the longsword in his hand was flung to the ground, clanging loudly.

An object had lodged itself into the red pillar behind him.

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On closer look, it turned out to be a mere teacup lid, which had forcibly interrupted the action of a Sixth Rank Martial Artist and still pierced the millennium-old Ironwood, yet the fragile porcelain remained completely undamaged.