Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 478 - 137 Writing Letters (2/2)

Anfeng finished washing up and changed into the newly bought clothes. Just as he stepped out the door, he saw the innkeeper, who had a simple and honest look, halfway sprawled on the ground, his forehead covered with sweat, which puzzled him.

When he glanced up and saw Wang Anfeng approaching, he asked in confusion,

"Brother Wang, what's wrong with the shopkeeper?"

Wang Anfeng turned to look at Zhou Gang, reached out to rub Anfeng's slightly damp hair, and said with a warm smile,

"Shopkeeper Zhou is practicing his martial arts.... When one cultivates Yang-type Inner Strength to a certain degree, it's natural for the whole body to heat up. If you don't believe me, you can ask him."

"Shopkeeper Zhou, is that so?"

He looked back at Zhou Gang with a smile in his eyes.

Zhou Gang's body shook violently, and he squeezed out a simple and honest smile, nodding and saying,

"Yes, that's right, that's right."

"I was absent-minded while practicing, and made a laughingstock of myself in front of the young guest, my apologies."

Seeing this, Anfeng didn't have any suspicions. Looking at Zhou Gang drenched in sweat, he said sincerely,

"Shopkeeper, you are truly impressive..."

Zhou Gang's smile stiffened for a moment, as he almost couldn't maintain it.

Wang Anfeng gently patted Anfeng's head and said with a smile,

"Alright, Anfeng, Shopkeeper Zhou needs to continue his practice; let's not disturb him."

"Besides, your hair is still wet, and it's cold outside now, aren't you afraid of catching a chill?"

"Quickly go inside the room; I have some things to give you."

Hearing the hint of annoyance in Wang Anfeng's voice, Anfeng obediently agreed and went into the room. Wang Anfeng took one last look at Zhou Gang before entering the room as well, closing the door behind him.

It was only then that Zhou Gang finally let out a sigh of relief.

As his tension eased, his body slackened. Standing there dumbfounded for a moment, he came back to his senses. He leaned on the stone table, intending to sit on the stool, but as his thoughts returned to the incident moments before, he felt both remorseful and terrified. He let out a long sigh. In the cold winter air, his breath turned into a mist the moment it left his mouth and settled on the porcelain cup on the stone table.

The cup silently turned to powder.

Zhou Gang's expression froze in an instant.

His mind turned to mush, and after a long while, he instinctively thought of the moment Wang Anfeng had lightly flicked the teacup with his finger.

Could it be...

Zhou Gang's eyes went wide.

With thoughts whirling in his head, his complexion became even paler, nearly drained of all color. With a clattering sound, although he was a strong and burly man, now only his right arm propped up on the stone table allowed him to keep from collapsing.

The young man's gentle smile in his eyes.

In his mind, however, another thought lingered like a shadow, impossible to shake off—

A Seventh Rank expert!

Inside the room, Wang Anfeng had already handed the mask to Anfeng, watching with a gentle smile as the boy joyfully tried on the ingeniously crafted face-changing mask.

His thoughts, however, were occupied with contemplation.

He had deliberately revealed the prowess of a Seventh Rank Martial Artist's Inner Strength, which should be noticeable to someone with Tan Yurou's discerning eye.

Therefore, Zhou Gang, though beaten down, should not dare to harbor any thoughts of rebellion.

Back in the day, Zhou Gang had made a name in Jianghu relying solely on brute force. His martial arts were at best considered formidable among the Ninth Rank. A Ninth Rank Realm Martial Artist, though capable of fighting lions and tigers, faced with the pursuit of a Seventh Rank Martial Artist skilled in Inner Strength, would have no other outcome.

He would surely behave himself.

If he did not, Gongsun Jing still had knowledge of certain deeds Zhou Gang had committed over the years that he would prefer remain secret.

Jianghu is a battlefield, and Tan Yurou's command over these originally infamous warriors was not achieved through gentle words alone.

He himself obviously couldn't do what Miss Tan did, mentioning dark secrets of the Jianghu with a light touch, effortlessly keeping these villains under control without harming himself in the least.

If Zhou Gang still didn't cooperate, he would have no choice but to let the Giant Whale Gang take over this secret spot afterward.

He would write a letter about this Jianghu villain's little secret from the old days, and then "accidentally" leave it on Big Brother Yan Ling's desk...

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By the way, today's Shenfeng Hall's collusion with the Cui Family and the local officials appeared to have some unclear relations too.

He should find some time to write a letter to Big Brother Yan Ling...

While Wang Anfeng was lost in thought, Aping had already put on the mask and had been standing dumbly in front of the bronze mirror in the room for quite a while, lifting his hand to touch his face, feeling first the smooth skin and then those somewhat familiar ferocious scars.

His hand was trembling.

Suddenly turning around, he took a few steps towards Wang Anfeng, pointed at his own face, opened his mouth but only managed to say:

"Big Brother Wang, I'm ready..."

Wang Anfeng put aside his distracting thoughts, looked up, and saw a face that had a third of its former handsomeness. This disguise mask was of Superior Rank; the fierce scars on Aping's face were no longer visible to the naked eye, but because it was the youth's first time using the mask, it still looked somewhat comical.

Suppressing a laugh, Wang Anfeng pulled Aping in front of him, looked him up and down, and said with a gentle smile:

"Not bad at all."

"The craftsmanship on this mask is decent..."

Aping nodded vigorously.

Wang Anfeng thought for a moment, looked at Aping, and said with a smile:

"Aping, I have some additional tips about disguise here."

"Once you've learned them, you'll be much more comfortable using this mask."

Aping nodded and said:

"I'm willing to learn anything you teach me, Big Brother Wang."

Wang Anfeng chuckled and said, "Well then, come over, I'll teach you right now."

As he spoke, he took out paper and ink from beside the table and started to write, while explaining the details to Aping in a hushed voice.

Of course, what he was teaching could not possibly be the things Hong Luoyu had passed on to him, as per the rules of Jianghu, Sect martial arts should not be shared with outsiders, not even with blood relatives.

However, while teaching him the Divine Thieves Sect techniques, Hong Luoyu, in order to show off, had casually mentioned some skills from other Sects.

Although at that time Hong Luoyu dismissed them as worthless, Wang Anfeng now clearly understood how earth-shaking the people he called Masters were.

Honestly, even the martial arts that Hong Luoyu likened to dog excrement had their merits in Jianghu, let alone these techniques compared with his own Sect's martial arts.

He remembered them all very clearly.

Inside Shaolin Temple.

"Heh, this kid, is quite clever..."

Hong Luoyu smacked his lips, eyes squinting with a smile.

He was riding that lean red horse.

Compared to when Wang Anfeng, in his persona as Blade Madman, pursued the Immortal Pavilion, the horse seemed to have grown even leaner, but it also appeared more fierce, with breath like smoke, resembling some kind of carnivorous beast.

Mr. Ying, unusually quiet, did not speak; his eyes distant and indifferent, like an eagle circling in the sky.

A Taoist Robe was standing beside him.

With hands clasped behind his back, all his white hair neatly tied up, though in the image of a young man, his face was gentle with not a single sharp feature. A tear mole was present at the corner of his right eye, quietly observing the young man in green clothes teaching Aping through the illusion ahead.

"Is that him?"

PS: Here is today's second update...