Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 452 - 120: A Sword in Hand, 100000 Gold Glittering in the Hall (2 in 1)

Wang Anfeng nodded to the young Taoist, then turned around to face the smiling, portly man, right hand caressing the hilt of his Iron Sword, and asked with a smile,

"May I know who the gentleman is..."

The man clasped his fists in a salute, his chubby face trembling with laughter, and said,

"I am neither learned nor skilled, unworthy of being called a gentleman."

"The only thing I can manage is a pair of fists, my father’s family name is Zhou, and I am the third oldest."

"If you don’t mind, just call me Zhou San."

Wang Anfeng uttered an "oh," his gaze sweeping over the man, whose face seemed to have an extra pound of flesh, and looked towards the back.

The inn’s wooden door was half-closed. The martial artists inside were unusually sober, each of them staring eagerly in this direction, not just those from Yuedao Sect who were earlier knocked out by money thrown by Wang Anfeng, but martial artists from the other sects as well, holding their breath and widening their eyes.

The usually bustling tavern was now deadly silent.

Only the sound of the tavern flag whipping in the wind could be heard.

The young Taoist Anfeng frowned slightly, feeling uncomfortable, his right finger instinctively sketching something in the air, growing increasingly displeased.

On the fourth floor, Xu Yulong from Yuedao Sect stared intently in this direction.

His table unusually had a pot of good wine on it, he took a sip with his hand and watched intently without blinking.

Having encountered Wang Anfeng himself two days ago, he had no desire to muddy the waters, but standing on the shore, watching others enter the water made him feel much more relaxed, and he could also see this man’s tactics and just how deep the water really was.

It was like a muddy puddle after rain, turbid and unclear or a clear, deep lake that could drown a person’s head.

The puddle was manageable, though it might dirty the shoes and pant legs, it would at most only reach the ankles.

Catching some inattentive people off-guard.

But if it were a deep lake...

Xu Yulong suddenly remembered a vast, crystal-blue lake he had seen in his youth, so clear it was almost undetectable, and if a person were to boat on it, it was like traveling in the sky.

He played with his wine cup, somewhat lost in thought.

Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze and looked at the fat man standing three steps in front of him, smiling as he spoke,

"May I know why Mr. Zhou has come out here, any advice?"

Zhou San waved his hands repeatedly, his chubby face trembling with laughter, and said,

"No advice, no, no, look at what you’re suggesting."

"I am just running an errand for someone. That gentleman saw you coming here for tea daily, so he sent me to bring you something, and I deeply hope you won’t look down upon it and accept it fully."

While speaking, he reached into his robe as if to pull something out, or perhaps the item was a bit small, and the man was indeed quite fat, it took some time to find; an apologetic smile on his face as he searched his person, causing passersby to laugh.

Mu Shanxue bit into another meat pastry, glancing from the sword hanging on his donkey back to the wooden tub on the table with the chopsticks, thought for a moment, took one and held it in his hand, feeling more certain.

He continued to devour the meat pastry hungrily.

The young Taoist Anfeng stood up and walked towards the old shopkeeper of the nearby tea stall.

He paused in his steps, positioning himself right between the fat man and the elder.

Wang Anfeng’s expression remained calm, his lips carrying a slight smile.

His left palm clasped the Longsword’s hilt, his thumb seemingly unconsciously caressing it.

The fat man seemed oblivious to anything amiss, still wearing a warm apologetic smile, his hand continually searching his body, suddenly a gleam of joy appeared on his face as he pulled his right hand out from his robe.

It was a smooth bead, flawless, not dazzling to the eye but simply lustrous, exactly the Third Rank ’Jade Bead’. Worth a hundred golds, it had historically only been a tribute, rarely circulated outside, indicating its value, not to mention others, just looking at it was beautiful.

Anfeng’s eyes brightened.

He gently placed the bead on the table, Zhou San’s face beamed as he said,

"That gentleman admires the young brother’s elegance, saying you have the demeanor of a renowned gentleman, why suffer in the cold wind with mere light tea?"

"This bead is given to you, hoping to form a good relationship."

Wang Anfeng looked at the bead and smiled, saying,

"But I do not like it."

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"The things given by the gentleman have never meant to be taken back, it’s better for the young brother to accept it."

"Consider it an apology from the brothers of Yuedao Sect who have troubled you previously, please do not take offense."

Zhou San’s smile broadened, his spherical thumb lightly tapping on the ’Jade Bead’.

The bead sunk into the tough wooden table weathered by over a decade of wind and rain without any resistance, and the table itself did not tremble at all.

With an effortless ease, as if merely pressing a pebble into soft snow.

The corpulent man then bowed to Wang Anfeng again, seemingly having nothing more to say, turned around, and walked back into the inn.

He had just walked ten steps when his ears slightly moved, seemingly unintentionally, he took a step to the side.

A fierce wind brushed past his ear.

With a soft clang, a small crack appeared on the formidable, red column of the tavern, Zhou San narrowed his eyes and looked ahead, the dense wall of the tavern was also pierced, and the wine jar on the table was shattered, the fragrance permeating the air.

The tavern, thirty-three meters wide or precisely one hundred meters, had an orangelike copper coin embedded deeply into the opposite wall.

The crack spread through the lime stone, yet the copper coin was not even slightly deformed, clearly showing its tremendous force and power.