Why do I have so many masters?

Yesterday, Wang Anfeng had just had a conflict with Wei Qi.

Today, Wei Qi was found dead in his quiet room.

And he died from a sword wound.

Moreover, the sword mark was charred black, just like it was struck by lightning.

Just yesterday, when Wei Qi attempted to ambush Chuan Lian, Wang Anfeng struck him with a sword, because the former's weapon was peculiar, triggering the Thunder Vigor within Wang Anfeng's body.

To escape, Wei Qi deliberately spread rumors that Wang Anfeng's wooden sword could generate Thunder Vigor.

Outside the tavern at that time, there were many onlookers, including more than a dozen martial artists who saw the lightning gradually fade from Wang Anfeng's wooden sword. Among them were old and young alike, not lacking robust men. Given the nature of these martial artists, after half a day had passed, by today, who knows how many people have heard that Wang Anfeng's wooden sword can generate lightning?

Light flashed in Wang Anfeng's eyes, and he immediately understood the severity of the situation.

Just like that wealthy merchant who had previously died at the hands of the Three Laughs Yin Luo Finger Technique, it made it difficult for Chuan Lian to refute.

Now, after clashing with Wang Anfeng, Wei Qi had died, and the fatal injuries coincided with Wang Anfeng's martial arts, pointing all clues towards the latter, almost making it an indefensible situation.

Wang Anfeng took a soft breath, looked towards Su Wenchang and Chuan Lian, and solemnly shook his head, saying,

"It wasn't me."

Su Wenchang raised his hand to interrupt him, speaking somewhat irritably,

"I naturally know it wasn't you."

"But people in Jianghu don't know, and far off, a thousand miles away, the Fire Refining Sect in Fufeng State City even more so."

"They only know you are skilled in swordsmanship, only know your sword can generate lightning, only know that you just yesterday had a conflict with Wei Qi of the Fire Refining Sect, fought him and made him cough up blood in defeat, and today their Young Master has died under your sword!"

"But if it can be proven that from yesterday till now, you were always with the disciples of my academy, they can't move against you."

"And you, you actually tell me this now."

"You can't state where you rested yesterday?!"

As Su Wenchang spoke, he raised his hand pointing at Wang Anfeng, ultimately just flinging his sleeve heavily and said resentfully,

"Damn it...if it really comes to it, we'll just have to fabricate."

Wang Anfeng fell silent for a moment, shook his head, and said with a mild smile,

"Don't be reckless."

"You know better than I do how easily fabrications can be exposed in a place bustling with people."

"Once it's exposed, it might actually drag you all down with me."

"I can't do that."

Su Wenchang was slightly taken aback, and then he suddenly became somewhat furious, his fine brows inverting as he stepped forward and rebuked,

"Why are you still being so stubborn?!"

"The Fire Refining Sect is the number one sect in Jianghu of Fufeng! Even throughout Jianghu, it's a renowned sect for refining soldiers, with contacts being top-tier martial artists. The sect's elders are even acquainted with grandmasters, and the one who died was their Sect Leader's son! And you, now you are the prime suspect!"

"Their nature is not to investigate thoroughly but to rather kill mistakenly than let go. Do you understand how serious this is?!"

"I know your nature, not wanting to engage in such deceit, but at this moment, you are but a Lower Third Rank martial artist, how can you confront a grand sect of Jianghu? Even an Upper Third Rank grandmaster, facing several top-tier martial artists with sharp weapons, would struggle to emerge unscathed, let alone you and me?"

"The news is probably already being sent back by Exotic Beasts."

"When the word gets out, it won't be many days before a Middle Third Rank elder brings a large number of experts to seek vengeance, even offering to forge a weapon imbued with the aura of a Divine Weapon for free. Your head will be widely sought throughout Jianghu."

"It wouldn't be due to the allure of your Cangyuan Sword anymore."

"With such a deadly bounty list, Middle Third Rank experts will be tempted, and even within the academy, safety won't be guaranteed!"

"Under such circumstances, you remain indifferent. Could it be that you wish to die?!"

Increasingly angry, Su Wenchang looked at Wang Anfeng and cursed,

"Fool!"

"A mere boy, not fit to conspire with!"

"This won't do, I must find Master… if all else fails, I'll have you enrolled in the Academy, I…"

At this point, Su Wenchang stomped his foot heavily and turned to leave. Just then, Wang Anfeng's right hand suddenly shot out, applying the Point Star Finger Technique, landing a finger on an acupoint on the back of the former.

Although Su Wenchang was well-informed, unrivaled within the Academy, he did not pay much attention to martial arts. His cultivation of Inner Strength Martial Body had not yet reached the Ninth Grade. Moreover, facing an unexpected attack from Wang Anfeng's Point Star Finger Technique, how could he resist?

Instantly, his acupoint was struck, breaking his Inner Strength defense. His pupils dilated, then quickly lost their luster. His whole body went limp and fell backward, but Wang Anfeng caught him.

Looking at the still incredulous expression on Su Wenchang's face, Wang Anfeng sighed and said with a smile,

"It is precisely because I know the gravity of this situation."

"I couldn't involve you earlier."

Chuan Lian, standing beside them, full of guilt, said,

"It's all my fault. If I hadn't come to find you yesterday to go out, you wouldn't have had that conflict with Wei Qi, and we wouldn't be in this mess now."

Wang Anfeng, holding Su Wenchang with one hand, gestured for Chuan Lian and Meng Yuexue to follow him inside. As he laid Su Wenchang on his bed, he spoke with a still calm and soothing voice,

"Brother Chuan, you need not blame yourself. Wei Qi and I had conflicts long before."

"Even without this incident, a clash with him was inevitable, sooner or later."

"Only... though that is true, I still do not wish to bear such a dishonor."

The voice paused slightly. Wang Anfeng turned to look outside, his gaze passing through the window to the sky. The weather today was quite gloomy, casting an unusual oppression in his heart. And through senses honed under Master Ying, Wang Anfeng could feel a murderous aura boiling, filling Heaven and Earth, even catching faint traces of momentum locking onto him from an unknown distance.

The hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

Flesh-colored goosebumps emerged on his arms.

He was very familiar with this feeling.

It was the same feeling during the murderous aura training with Master Ying. This person definitely could not compare to Master Ying, but was undoubtedly a top expert in the Jianghu. In his presence, Wang Anfeng was like a child, utterly powerless to retaliate. Many in the Jianghu did not care for the real culprit; within the Fire Refining Sect, there were master craftsmen who could forge Divine Weapons, and countless people in the Jianghu intended to curry favor.

They only needed to make the infuriated Fire Refining Sect accept their plea, and that was sufficient for them.

Whether Wang Anfeng was innocent was not their concern.

Wang Anfeng was a talented figure in the Constellation Ranking List.

But so what?

Dead men on the Constellation Ranking List were numerous.

Not to mention someone with neither Sect nor background, just an ordinary martial artist.

A dead man has no future.

With his back to Chuan Lian, the corners of his mouth that were slightly raised earlier paused, then drooped, no longer bearing the relaxed smile from before, his lips pressed tightly, his expression as grave as autumn water.

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Yet at this moment, he felt only unimaginable, immense pressure.@@novelbin@@

What the gambler Su had said was indeed correct.

His own cultivation was weak, and without the Lost Treasure, his Masters couldn't help from so many miles away at the Shaolin Temple. In this Fufeng City, alone and vast as Heaven and Earth, it was nothing more than a bird cage.

If Saints regard Heaven and Earth as a cage, then the bird has nowhere to escape.

The Fire Refining Sect, even renowned throughout the world as a major faction in forging arms, ranked just below the Sword Forging Manor, with wide connections. In the martial world and the Imperial Court over a hundred years, countless martial artists owe them favors, some fallen in feuds or riding the winds of their power, reaching the heights of master and grandmaster.

Now, with the Young Master's violent death, Sects in the Jianghu place great importance on face, and under such provocation, it is like Mount Tai tilting to the east.

When the mountain collapses, how could there be any unbroken eggs?

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