Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 475 - 134 You’ve Grown Up (1/2)

In the Red Gang mansion,

the gang leader Qin Kaifeng's youngest daughter, Qin Zihan, was helping an old woman who had lost her only son eat some food. She then arranged for someone to send the latter back and herself went for a walk in the courtyard to the martial arts training ground.

This was a standard training ground of the Great Qin noble clan, with a ten-foot square blue stone paved floor, very smooth, with fine white sand piled up in the cracks and along the edges of the training ground.

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On one side were fifteen wooden dummies, and on the other side was a rack of weapons, with all types of weapons from Jianghu, each displayed on it.

The two martial masters guarding the training ground saw the young girl and saluted with clasped fists, saying,

"Young Miss."

Qin Zihan nodded slightly.

The two martial masters could tell that she was in a bad mood. Glancing at each other with puzzled look, they did not ask why. The one on the left thought for a moment, stepped forward, and smilingly said,

"Miss, did you come here today to learn a weapon?"

"The Cloud Smoke Palm from the other day, do you still need to get familiar with it?"

Qin Zihan frowned and said,

"I will practice on my own, no need to bother about me."

The martial master was taken aback, his face slightly stiff, but he dared not say more, only chuckled dryly and stepped back to his original position, watching from aside the training ground, ready to step in if the young girl encountered any difficulty during her practice.

Qin Zihan raised her right hand, gently swept it across the Jianghu weapons, and finally stopped at a Golden Phoenix Spear.

Her fingers, pale and delicate, brushed over the shaft of the spear and, utilizing a sudden force, grasped the long spear, wielding it fluidly as she drew it out.

This Golden Phoenix Spear was extremely elegant and also very heavy. As she swung it, it spiraled like a phoenix, creating a low, roaring sound in the courtyard.

One of the martial masters touched his bearded chin and watched the young girl handling the spear, chuckling,

"It seems the Young Miss really got annoyed this time."

"Otherwise, why would she practice spear techniques like this, heh, not very ladylike..."

The long spear ripped through the air, a basic set of spear techniques executed with brute Inner Strength, indeed quite intimidating.

The splendid long spear clanged as it leaned diagonally on the ground, with Qin Zihan's breathing slightly heightening, but her mood had improved considerably.

Having vented out, her feelings of frustration dissipated quite a bit.

"Miss! Miss! Come and see..."

Suddenly a loud shout arrived, and Qin Zihan raised her eyebrows.

A member of the gang dressed in Red Gang attire approached from outside, his face full of panic.

The young girl's frustration flared up, just as she had almost calmed herself down.

She threw the long spear in her hand and approached the gang member.

The martial master who had followed fast behind her caught the long spear easily

Qin Zihan looked at the somewhat flustered gang member and frowned, saying,

"What happened now?"

The gang member stopped and panted for quite some time before saying,

"It's, it's that, Miss, outside, there's someone..."

Qin Zihan's temper flared, she gritted her teeth and said,

"Someone from outside again? Great, what do they think our Red Gang is? A place where they can come and go as they please?"

"Two Masters, follow me and let's go take a look!"

"Yes, Miss."

The martial master who caught the long spear smiled, slanting the Golden Phoenix Spear towards the ground, followed by the other martial master, both trailed behind the young girl, past the gang member, who was breathless from running, and headed outside.

The gang member turned around, opened his mouth, his thoughts too chaotic to articulate properly, he slapped himself and hastened his pace to follow.

Qin Zihan walked outside, taking large strides.

It had been a long time since she felt as stifled as she did today.

For the young lady of the esteemed Red Gang to be repeatedly sought out, as she passed by a gang member, she drew a weapon with a clang from his waist and stormed outside, exclaiming,

"Who is it again..."

"It's you again?!"

Her eyes instantly widened.

Before the Red Gang mansion, about a dozen gang members surrounded a person, holding weapons. The young man in blue shirt was already blood-stained and disheveled, holding a sword in his right hand, lifting his head as he heard her words, with strands of hair falling over his forehead.

Qin Zihan furiously asked,

"What are you doing here again?!"

Ah Ping, his voice hoarse, replied, "Returning something to you."

"What?"

The young man exerted strength with his left hand, dragging out the brocade-dressed man lying on the ground like a dead pig behind him.

Though his wooden sword practiced Mo Family swordsmanship, which was weak in lethality, his strength was not diminished in the slightest. Ah Ping was still angry.

When he bursted in, he had swung his longsword multiple times across the young man's face, turning what was originally a fairly handsome face into a bruised and swollen mess.

Qin Zihan took a long moment to recognize this young Cui, her face showing surprise as she looked up at Ah Ping and said,

"You..."

Anfeng raised his hand and threw the captive back, his voice hoarse:

"The person I let escape, I now give back to you."

"Since you dared to capture him before, surely you wouldn't dare not take him back now?"

Qin Zihan let out a light gasp, looking Anfeng up and down, who was wounded, and her eyes widened as she said:

"You... you you you, you stormed into the Cui Mansion?"

The surrounding burly men gasped sharply, their eyes filled with fear as they looked at the young man they surrounded, and they couldn't help but step back.

Anfeng frowned and said:

"I've given the person back to you."

"With this, we're even..."

Without waiting for the young girl's response, holding a wooden sword, he turned around.

His face was already fearsome and fierce with thirteen crisscrossing scars, and now, with his blood-soaked blue shirt and the lingering killing intent on the longsword, he radiated the sharp essence of just having fought his way out of the Cui Family's grounds.

These ordinary members of the Red Gang were merely rough practitioners of martial arts; where would they dare block his path? They instinctively moved aside to the left and right.

A broad path instantly opened up in front of the young man.

Anfeng took a deep breath inwardly, straightened his back, flicked the wooden sword in a flourish, slowly sheathed the thick wooden sword, and with slow steps, walked towards the outside, his blue shirt stained with blood, his garment hem fluttering, exuding a somewhat heroic air.

Anfeng felt quite a bit of pain in his body.

Most of his martial arts were derived from a mechanical puppet left behind by an old master named Fu Mo three years ago.

From the marked red lines on the puppet, he learned Inner Strength and breathing techniques and from the puppet's changing forms, he learned his first set of swordsmanship and footwork.

Although there were other encounters later on, due to the short period, his martial arts could barely be considered at the Ninth Grade.

Being able to successfully charge in depended also on the lack of skilled fighters in that mansion.

Even so, with his rare experience in fighting others, he had sustained some injuries. Yet, although these wounds were painful, he felt truly exhilarated inside.

He felt, this was the feeling of being a knight-errant.

This sensation, even if the injuries on his body doubled, tripled, even if so severe he had to lie in bed, he would undoubtedly be able to laugh heartily.

"So, you are just going to walk out brazenly like that?"

A helpless voice arose next to the young man's ear.

Anfeng's pupils constricted, and the joy in his heart instantly vanished, turning into vigilance as his right hand reached for the hilt.

The wooden sword had already been drawn three inches from its scabbard, Inner Strength concealed within, he said gravely:

"I don't know which friend this is."

"Stop playing tricks, better to come out and meet..."

Before he could finish his words, he felt a hit, not too heavy nor too light, on his head, and couldn't help but cry out in pain. At the same time, the hand holding the hilt was slapped away.

The wooden sword slipped back into the scabbard.

In the blink of an eye, he was almost subdued, Anfeng felt a gulp in his heart, sensing that the person might be behind him, and secretly clenched his teeth.

He sharply bent his right arm, using his left foot as support, spun around, and his elbow, like the tip of a spear, utilized the spinning force to roll towards the waist of the person behind him.

This move used his full strength.

But a broad hand easily absorbed the force brought by the elbow strike, without even the slightest reaction.

The gentle voice chuckled:

"Oh? You learned this move too?"

"But, it should be used like this."

Anfeng felt strangely familiar with the voice, yet he had clearly never heard it before, and at that moment, a possibility dawned on him, his eyes slightly widening.

Could it be...

The body that had been grabbed immediately stumbled, and was already released.

The incredibly swift figure's movement, carrying a fierce and powerful Qi Force, a residual image firmly stopped in front of his throat, the resultant wind causing his fine hair to flutter.

The young man's eyes widened, his gaze lifting from the sharp elbow strike.

The person slowly withdrew their right elbow, smiling kindly.

That smile reflected in Anfeng's eyes, vibrant and real, as if a scene had reappeared from his memories, the young man opened his mouth. Just now, he had forcefully entered the Cui Mansion with a sword to rescue someone, enduring numerous injuries without a hint of weakness or retreat.

But at this moment, his stubborn eyes couldn't help but fill with moisture, yet even though filled with moisture, they still remained wide open, still fixedly watching the person in front of him.

Wang Anfeng placed his hand on the top of his head, rubbed it vigorously, and smiled kindly.

"Long time no see."

His voice paused slightly, then softly said:

"You've grown up, Anfeng."

Tears finally escaped down the young man's face.

"Big brother Wang…"

PS: The first update of today...

The aftermath of the last time, finally recovered, had a mild fever for several days, and even took the wrong medication (complaining about the spring cold instead of the flu).