Why do I have so many masters?

Wang Anfeng strolled along the path.

Behind him, at a distance of a hundred meters, an unknown number of people from the Jianghu had silently begun to follow.

In these past few days, his name had already made a resounding impact in the Fufeng area of the Jianghu, and since he had not made any attempt to conceal his tracks, every move he made was observed by others.

The Jianghu was vast, and naturally, there was no shortage of people who enjoyed watching the excitement.

Especially when it was something as interesting as this.

Wang Anfeng treated those gazes—whether burning with intensity, filled with curiosity, or harboring ill intent—as if they were nothing.

He simply continued to walk forward at a leisurely pace.

His eyes remained tranquil.

To him, this was the final battle for "Blade Madman," or rather, for the Mo Blade—he believed that after today, this identity could retire from the Jianghu and never appear in the world again.

And this short-lived disguise had already given him a wholly different sensation.

The Golden Bell Shield technique he practiced was based on the Diamond Sutra, and at its core, it embodied the Buddhist principles of No-Self Aspect, No Other Aspect, and No Fixed Aspect.

The disposition and behavior of "Blade Madman" differed greatly from Wang Anfeng, and even more from Yi Nanping, transcending the sea of suffering through slaughter, indifferent to others, leaving no survivors under his long sword.

Cang Shouzi treated people gently and always showed mercy in his actions.

Whereas Yi Nanping was filled with righteous fury and thus snatched lives.

As he stepped forward at his leisurely pace, the garment on his body, especially forged for him by Mr. Ying, would grow lighter as his Inner Strength circulated faster. At this moment, he had not activated his Inner Strength, so the garment felt extremely heavy, almost as if he was carrying a mountain on his back. With each step, the three identities he had assumed surfaced in his mind.

With every step, these three identities seemed to fade a little more.

Until, ultimately, his heart was free from distractions.

No Fixed Aspects.

Within his meridians, the Sixth Rank Vital Energy seemed to sense a unique stimulus at this moment, quickening unconsciously, spreading together with the youth’s Seventh Rank Golden Bell Shield Inner Strength without intent, outlining the void around Wang Anfeng yet gradually dissipating, not displaying the unusual phenomena visible to the naked eye like a normal Sixth Rank master would.

Behind Wang Anfeng, a martial artist dressed in black frowned and, looking at the young martial artist walking slowing ahead, whispered:

"What is this person doing?"

"Immortal Pavilion has already sent out masters, moving so slowly, isn’t he just asking to be caught? Even if his martial arts are high, isn’t this a bit too arrogant?"

He left half of his remark unsaid.

In the Jianghu, every day, overly proud masters died under the blade.

The others were also perplexed, shook their heads, thought for a moment, and then lowered their voices again, saying:

"I don’t know, maybe he has his own plans?"

"After all, as a Sixth Rank master of the Jianghu, his thoughts are probably different from ours, right?"

At the back of the crowd, a young man in a blue and white Taoist robe yawned lazily and sat astride on a grey donkey, glancing up at Wang Anfeng, who was walking slowly forward. His eyes were lazy, yet seemed to hold a trace of something unusual.

Within his line of sight,

The young man’s stride and distance with each step were identical.

The motion of the next moment appeared to be a mere replica of the previous instant, with a faint sense of discomfort as if everything around him followed the course of the Tao, while that person seemed to have stepped out of these rules.

Gradually, even that faint change seemed to disappear, and it looked as though the young man simply stood in place while the mountains and rivers, heaven and earth behind him naturally slid away, creating an uneasy yet mysterious aura.

Mu Shanxue’s eyes shone slightly, and the corners of his mouth curled into a lazy smile.

Interesting...

Among the crowd, there was also a woman who suddenly noticed that the Taoist, who earlier seemed as lazy as a dead dog, had a slight hook at the corner of his mouth, and his eyes were clear, exuding a detached and refined air for a moment. She couldn’t help but feel intrigued, poking her companion with her elbow and whispering:

"Hey, look over there..."

Her companion, a young woman around twenty years old with a Qingfeng longsword on her back, turned her head reflexively and asked:

"What is it?"

"Look at that Taoist over there..."

The sword-bearing woman glanced over, then withdrew her gaze and teased, "Eh, don’t you despise lazy men who seem spineless, so much so that you left home to wander the Jianghu? Why the change of heart today?"

The woman who had spoken first was momentarily startled, turned her head reflexively to look, and began to say:

"Lazy? No..."

Her voice stopped abruptly.

The ethereal and elusive quality of the Taoist lasted only for an instant; now he slumped lazily over the donkey, his white Taoist robe’s hem drooping down. Although his features were handsome and his disposition naturally lazy, he resembled a featherless old crane, weakly gazing at the sky, murmuring:

"So tired..."

"The two hundred and seventy-first day since leaving junior brother."

"I miss him."

"So tired, so bored, so sleepy..."

............

Guangfeng City was already far off in the distance behind him.

And the post station was even closer.

Waves started to form in the calm, lake-like pupils of Wang Anfeng.

Thirty-plus miles, for a cultivator martial artist like him, really wasn’t much of a distance at all; with his vision, he could already see the carriage convoy of the Immortal Pavilion and the red tassels hanging high above the station, fluttering like bright flames in the wind.

This indicated that everything was going according to plan.

His mind was at ease.

Yet, it was like a spark falling into the lake of his heart, causing tiny ripples that soon turned into boiling oil, instantly bursting into raging flames.

Mu Shanxue’s languid body suddenly became rigid.

His eyes opened slightly, and on instinct, he rolled like a lazy donkey, and with a thump, got up, looking in the direction of Wang Anfeng.

The youth’s hair, which originally hung over his shoulders, began to move without any wind, and the air around him started to twist slowly yet firmly.

Whispers of awe came from the crowd.

Every martial artist that roamed Jianghu recognized this seemingly ordinary sign in the eyes of the common folk.

A myriad of stagnant gazes fell within a three-zhang radius of Wang Anfeng.

Suddenly, those gazes heated up.

Wang Anfeng was oblivious to his surroundings and continued to walk forward slowly.

With his steady and calm steps, to his left seemingly appeared another illusory yet existent ’self’ wearing a blue shirt, carrying a wooden sword, with a clean and gentle smile.

To his right was himself holding a bamboo sword, with a fierce and sinister Bi’an expression, exuding absolute determination and sharpness.

The sword was green and vibrant, dragging on the ground.

The youth’s step suddenly stopped.

He slowly raised his eyes to look at the post station that was a mere hundred meters away and within reach.

............

Inside the post station, Gongsun Jing was laughing heartily.

A detached voice suddenly reached his ears, saying,

"The plan has changed."

The man’s pupils contracted slightly, and his expression changed subtly.

At the same time.

A hundred meters away, Wang Anfeng, who had been stationary for the duration of an incense stick’s burning, finally took a slow step forward under the quiet watch of those martial artists.

This step landed but seemed to echo three footsteps.

In his state of mind, the ’Keeper of the Books’ dressed in blue,

The ’Yi Nanping’ holding a bamboo sword,

And the Blade Madman, carrying the Mo Blade, ready to slay evil, all took a step forward as well.

All at once, they became one.

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In a trance, everyone seemed to hear sounds of joy, clapping and laughter, and incessant chanting around them.

No-Self Aspect, No Other Aspect, no aspect of sentient beings.

To see all aspects as not aspects.

A wave of energy stirred from under Wang Anfeng’s feet, sweeping across in an instant, pushing everyone behind him to instinctively stop, as if an invisible river separated them from the advancing youth, leaving themselves on this bank while the young man had already reached midstream.

The difference of one step was like that of Heaven and Earth.

While the crowd couldn’t advance even a single step, the grey donkey seemed unaffected, leisurely moving forward, following behind the youth.

Wang Anfeng’s right hand slowly lifted to touch the handle of the blade on his back.

He stepped forward thirty-seven times.

The Mo Blade was drawn.

At that moment, an intense and fierce aura surged toward the sky, as if pronouncing a challenge, pointing directly at the ten-zhang-high post station.

The red flag continued to flap ceaselessly.

Inside the station, several people abruptly stood up.

The voice by Gongsun Jing’s ear also dropped the last phrase.

"Turn the pretend into the real, help him break through..."

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