Why do I have so many masters?

In the posthouse, it was as if countless thin and sharp blades were slicing through the air, filling the entire hall with a cold and sharp qi mechanism.

Apart from Gongsun Jing and the four elders of Immortal Pavilion, the ordinary disciples could no longer stand firm. Their faces turned pale, their pupils dilated unconsciously, and the light in their eyes had already dimmed.

The Great Elder of Immortal Pavilion, Qu Kang’an, had an increasingly icy look in his shallow-colored eyes.

No words were necessary.

That soaring, exceptionally fierce aura was the best response from the other side.

The old man’s mouth twitched slightly, but then he calmed down, forming a cold curve, and chuckled lowly a few times, saying,

"Quite bold."

"Actually planning to rise to power by stepping on the face of Immortal Pavilion, truly arrogant, living up to the name Blade Madman in Jianghu."

"We, naturally, cannot let him return disappointed..."

The cup in his hand, originally bright with clear tea, gradually turned amber, releasing a refreshing fragrance that, upon smelling, delighted the heart and refreshed the mind.

But here, anyone would know that this cup of fragrant tea had turned into a rare and potent poison in Jianghu, and even a martial artist of the Seventh Rank, if they dared to drink it all, would fall dead on the spot.

Thus, one could see that Qu Kang’an was indeed struggling to contain his anger.

Just as he was about to get up, Gongsun Jing suddenly smashed his wine jug heavily to the ground.

The strong liquor spilled all over the floor, the pungent aroma wafting up, his face flushed as if he were drunk. He staggered to his feet and laughed loudly,

"Hahaha, where does this madman come from, daring to cross paths with Brother Qu?"

"I shall meet him!"

Qu Kang’an’s expression eased a bit, thinking Gongsun Jing was just being polite. Just as he was about to speak, he saw the man kick away a stool, take out two short spears from the side, and snap them together smoothly with a light click. The spear points were cold as frost, like the fangs of a flood dragon.

With a flick of his wrist, the spears sang ceaselessly.

In an instant, a chill filled the room.

Gongsun Jing narrowed his eyes a bit, his words slightly slurred, yet his spirit was undiminished as he laughed boisterously,

"Speaking of which, he’s also challenging my Giant Whale Gang’s territory... If I let him go, how can I control this region of Jianghu?"

"Hahahahaha, Brother Qu, please remain seated for a while, and let me meet this Blade Madman."

Before his words had even finished falling, he had already strode out, the heavy spear slanted in his grip, his vigorous qi pulsing around him, exceedingly remarkable. He didn’t leave any room for Qu Kang’an to object.

The elder was dumbfounded as he watched Gongsun Jing’s back, his eyes narrowing slightly.

This wasn’t right...

Even if he wanted to foster good relations with Immortal Pavilion.

Even if he was born into a Military Family and was naturally bold.

But Gongsun Jing, after all, was the leader of a major Gang, with a mind and ingenuity far above average. Faced with such a situation, the best course of action should not be to charge forward, but to step back and watch from the sidelines, seeking greater benefits for himself and for the Giant Whale Gang.

Qu Kang’an stroked his beard, a suspicion arising in his heart. After pondering for a moment, he did not make an immediate judgment.

Gongsun Jing indeed hailed from a Military Family, an A-list secret capturer, without exposing any flaws earlier. Thus, while he was now suspecting, after giving it some thought, he quietly said to Mei Feng and the other two,

"Let’s go, bring our Immortal Pavilion’s treasure with us."

Mei Feng opened his mouth, a hint of fear hidden in the depths of his eyes, saying,

"Hasn’t the Cloud Swallowing Spear wielder already left?"

Qu Kang’an did not reveal the suspicions in his heart, his expression unchanged, only replying,

"I have made my decision."

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Gongsun Jing, holding his heavy spear, walked out leisurely. Despite his composed appearance, he was keenly aware that he had just exposed a major flaw, but at this moment, he no longer cared about that. In his eyes, the Young Master was what mattered most right now.

He had once felt what it was like to breakthrough the Barriers of the Seventh Rank, so he understood the predicament Wang Anfeng was currently in.

Such an epiphany was something one could encounter but not seek.

Moreover...

The big-browed and big-eyed secret capturer from the Military Family slightly twitched his mouth, his eyes half-closed, as if he could see that imposing figure in green standing with his hands behind his back, his gaze indifferent as he watched him.

And in the depths of his memory, the hero who galloped across the world, summoning thunder and lightning with his calls.

How could he dare, and how could he let the Young Master face even the slightest danger?

Gongsun Jing held the weapon, moving slowly for a moment, and saw the black-clad young man standing still ahead. Knowing this to be Wang Anfeng’s disguise, he rotated his wrist, raised the heavy spear skywards, its blade pointing directly at Wang Anfeng, and said in a deep voice,

"Who goes there, daring to cause trouble in my Giant Whale Gang’s territory?!"

With a slight movement of his wrist, the iron-blooded combat will of the Military Family surged forth, rushing towards Wang Anfeng.

The latter, being in a highly sensitive state, reacted instinctively to Gongsun Jing’s stimulating aura, countering with a sharp and domineering presence, like a sabre slashing towards Gongsun Jing.

On the ground, a silent crack appeared.

Resonated by vigorous qi.

Gongsun Jing perceived the Qi mechanism and, without waiting for Wang Anfeng to answer aloud, suddenly bellowed, gripping the spear with both hands as he violently stepped forward and laughed aloud:

"Very well! If you’re unwilling to speak, then let your actions reveal the truth!"

Before his voice fell, he already became a blur, suddenly appearing in front of the young man.

With his rich experience, he followed Wang Anfeng’s Qi mechanism to make his move, stabbing forward.

His inner strength surged, seven-tenths of it externally drawing on the vital energy of heaven and earth to create a tremendous momentum; one-tenth protected his own body, while the remaining two-tenths poured into the spear’s tip, abruptly changing the thrust into a slanting cut aimed at Wang Anfeng’s right shoulder.

Wang Anfeng’s blade happened to block at that very spot.

There was no sound upon the collision of blade and spear. It was as though, in that instant, the world fell into dead silence.

The very next moment, visible ripples emanated from where the two weapons struck each other.

In the midst of a thunderous explosion, waves of Qi spread out, and the watching Jianghu martial artists could no longer keep their footing, uncontrollably stumbling backward in retreat, while Wang Anfeng’s eyes sparkled, almost instinctively stepping forward to attack, his heavy blade sweeping out, yet also splitting into afterimages, instantly enveloping several vital spots on Gongsun Jing’s body—a display of extraordinary skill.

Within the Shaolin Temple, Hong Luoyu loudly praised the move.

The eyes of the God Thief shone like stars, cheerfully shouting out:

"Did you see that? Did you see that? This technique is top-notch stuff—the ’Whale Slaying Saber Technique’ from Outer Island, not bad at all!"

"This move, this is Shaolin’s ’Merciful Kasaya Blade’—haha, to think he used light and shadow to create a kasaya, executing this blade technique—very smart, truly befitting..."

"Indeed, befitting of my disciple!"

"And then there’s this move…"

Monk Yuan Ci also opened his eyes, watching the scene magically unfolding before the scholar in green.

Wang Anfeng, almost in a semi-conscious state, subconsciously executed various saber techniques he had learned over the years—left a technique, right a technique, seemingly disordered, yet at this moment extremely fitting.

At the same time, these saber techniques gradually began to change.

Whether it was the elegant Rainfall Blade, or the merciful and restrained Merciful Blade, both were slowly shedding their original styles, becoming more domineering and sharp from the details.

It was truly none other than the ’Blade Madman’s’ style, rather than Wang Anfeng’s own saber techniques.

Appreciation flickered in the monk’s eyes.

In the midst of explosive sounds, Wang Anfeng’s Mo Blade heavily cleaved down, tearing through the air with fierce, sharp essence. Gongsun Jing hastily retreated to avoid the blade’s wind, and by then he had already perceived the growing pressure.

The young man before him was like a young tiger, growing at an astonishing rate.

And he was experienced.

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Gongsun Jing mused to himself, gripping his weapon a bit more firmly.

Originating from a Military Family, with many skirmishes in the Jianghu under his belt, his wealth of experience was such that when he attacked, it allowed Wang Anfeng to fully unfold his learning without being interrupted. Moreover, at critical moments, Gongsun Jing would guide with his own Qi mechanism, ensuring that Wang Anfeng’s sharp essence didn’t diminish, his techniques becoming progressively more refined and fluid.

Seeing the young man with calm and steady eyes ahead, Gongsun Jing couldn’t help but grin at the corner of his mouth.

The young master truly is a prodigious talent...

He was then reminded of the times at Divine Martial Mansion when he and his fellow disciples would chat, that if one day General, or Great Marshal had offspring, they might as well resign their military posts to become the pampered sidekick, serving at their heels—a job that would cover both roles at once.

How many times had they fought over that very topic.

The corners of the man’s mouth curved up ever so slightly; even though he had been beaten black and blue in those days, his eyes now held a gentle softness.

In the blink of an eye, the General’s descendants had grown so much...

Where are you now...

Just then, Gongsun Jing’s ears suddenly heard an old yet resonant cry, continuous and urgent:

"Brother Gongsun, we’ve come to cover for you!"

"Be careful!"

The words had scarcely ceased when four figures soared into the sky, precisely the four Middle Third Rank elders from Immortal Pavilion.

The gentle and nostalgic look in Gongsun Jing’s eyes was disrupted, replaced with coldness and a hint of displeasure.

Right then, a fifty-something year-old Immortal Pavilion elder rapidly approached, not using any Poison Skill but wielding a Qimen weapon with robust energy, like a wild beast’s breath. Gongsun Jing quickly launched several attacks towards Wang Anfeng, resonating with clanging weapons. Leveraging his own Qi mechanism, he propelled Wang Anfeng’s Qi to climb further before seeming to falter, stealthily stepping half-a-foot to the left without leaving a trace.

The elder’s movement technique was directly exposed.

With a pause of shock, he was met with Wang Anfeng’s momentum-building peak slash, the elder’s face instantly turning pale.

Blade Technique: Breaking Wave.

Peak level—Fourth Rank.

Origin—Shaolin Temple’s Copper Man Lane, originally from the core techniques of the eight major sects of Jianghu.

Type—Finishing move.

The blade’s light surged like water, piercing the sky.

The short, piercing scream abruptly stopped as the man, past fifty years of age, flew backward even faster, spilling crimson blood upon the ground.

PS: Second update…