Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 474 - 133: Youthful Spirit (Two in One)_3

However, although there were already many sect forces and numerous grudges here, when placed in the context of the entire Great Qin, set against the vast Jianghu, they seemed hardly worth mentioning.

Even though the three sects stirred up storms in this county, the Fire Refining Sect, which in those years suppressed these three sects from even raising their heads, was known throughout the whole Great Qin Jianghu solely for its unique Art of Weapon Refinement, and was considered second-rate in terms of martial arts.

Wang Anfeng could not help but feel an inexplicable longing.

With a sigh, he gathered his thoughts, aware of the youth holding the wooden sword outside the Red Gang estate, standing desolately where he was, it took a long time before he turned around, lifting his sword, wandering out aimlessly, Wang Anfeng didn't need to ask to know what he was feeling right now.

Recalling how he himself had been used and foolishly sent to Pharmacist Valley to die, Wang Anfeng touched his forehead with a hand, sighed audibly, and using his movement technique, he followed behind Ah Ping at a distance, yet did not approach to reveal his identity.

Having had a similar experience, he fully understood that at this time, it was best for Ah Ping to come to an understanding on his own; what others said was merely superficial.

But, it probably needed quite a bit of time...

Such matters...

Wang Anfeng felt emotional.

Ah Ping seemed to have some business here, not having walked far before he stowed his weapon away, carried it on his back, then started asking passers-by on the roadside, his fierce appearance somewhat frightening a few people.

Fortunately, his speech was gentle and polite, almost like that of someone who had read some books, which prevented truly terrifying anyone.

Ah Ping kept walking ahead, and Wang Anfeng continued following him.

Filled with worry, he had even started to consider whether he should now part ways with the Qingyang caravan and wait until Ah Ping had crossed this mental barrier before they headed back to Wangxian County; while contemplating, he followed behind the youth and continued onward.

He knew very well how people from Jianghu would react when they first experienced such events.

To act chivalrously but to be deceived and used, losing spirit, becoming disillusioned and disheartened, was almost an inevitable reaction, and remaining dejected for a long time, it would become even more difficult to trust others in Jianghu; without someone to guide him, the stagnation in his heart could well turn into a demon of the mind.

Ah Ping's steps halted.

Wang Anfeng came out of his contemplation, looked up, and saw the youth in a blue shirt deeply inhale, raising his right hand very slowly yet firmly, placing it on the hilt of the wooden sword on his back.

His fingers slowly clenched.

A ringing sword cry erupted, becoming increasingly resolute.

"Who goes there!"

"How dare you stir up trouble at the Cui Family!"

The two guards at the gate holding Water-Fire Sticks shouted angrily, but in the next instant, they were struck in the abdomen by a profound sword momentum, their faces whitening as they staggered back, opening the blocked gate behind them.

Mo Family Swordsmanship—

Body Sacrificing Style.

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Mastery at the Ninth Grade.

Ah Ping raised his eyes to confirm the mansion's plaque, holding the longsword, he took measured steps forward.

He had already asked the common folk on the road earlier.

This Cui Family, indeed, was as people within the Red Gang had said, responsible for many misdeeds...

Since it was his own mistake, then he should bear it himself.

Those he had let escape, he would personally capture again!

Taking a deep breath, the youth lifted his foot, heavily kicking the lavish red gates of the estate, generating a dull thud, startling the pedestrians nearby who widened their eyes in disbelief.

Wang Anfeng paused, watching this scene unfold from a distance, his eyes slightly widening, finally unable to restrain himself, he let out a light laughter, a laughter so hearty, it was the first time since Hong Hui's death he had laughed so freely.

Watching the youth with the sword rushing into Cui Mansion, he seemed to see himself three years ago.

Reckless,

Impulsive,

Utterly irrational,

But...

Wang Anfeng's eyes were full of admiration.

Well done!

PS: Two chapters in one today...