Why do I have so many masters?

Rumors spread throughout Jianghu that Blade Madman had emerged, targeting the Immortal Pavilion on Evergreen Mountain!

In a small inn within a town in Fufeng.

Meng Yuexue stood there in her usual vigorous attire, a shock evident in her eyes. Although they were martial artists, they had to move slowly because they were taking care of the sickly Chuan Lian. They had not yet reached Fufeng County City, but the news from Jianghu had already reached them first.

However, this news was truly too terrifying.

The young lady carefully placed Chuan Lian’s wrist back under the quilt. Lao San sat boldly in a chair beside her, cupping a clear tea in his hand. His Inner Strength skill was profound, and even though he was only sitting on the second floor of the inn, he could clearly hear the voices of the Jianghu guests downstairs.

Upon hearing that the Gang Leader of the Giant Whale Gang, Gongsun Jing, was also defeated by Blade Madman, Lao San scoffed dismissively and smacked his lips.

Pfft, this grandson is up to his old tricks again...

Wonder if the Immortal Pavilion will be directly conned to death.

Meng Yuexue stood up, looked at Lao San, and after a moment’s thought spoke in a lowered voice,

"Brother Li Yan, this Blade Madman, he’s Brother Wang, isn’t he..."

Lao San was slightly taken aback, knowing he couldn’t deceive the girl before him. Without further concealment, he openly admitted it with a touch of pride, saying:

"Indeed, it is our Young Master!"

Although Meng Yuexue had long suspected it, upon hearing this news, she still felt a moment of disbelief.

Quick-witted, she connected the dots regarding her own situation and almost immediately understood the purpose behind Wang Anfeng’s actions, her eyes reflecting a hint of gratitude.

Why go to such lengths...

Lao San did not see the unusual expression in the young lady’s eyes. His eyes narrowed slightly, and as he listened to the discussions of the martial artists downstairs, he felt disgruntled for some reason. This feeling was not directed at Wang Anfeng or Meng Yuexue, but rather at Gongsun Jing, the Giant Whale Gang Leader and Cloud Swallowing Swordsman, who had suffered significant losses amidst the many rumors and became a stepping stone for Blade Madman.

The stocky man spat secretly to himself, feeling somewhat jealous and envious, and cursed inwardly:

"Damn... to think that Gongsun Jing, that old sly fox, stole the spotlight first..."

"This bastard sent me out here, did he do it on purpose?"

"I’ll definitely have to settle the score with him when I return..."

"Damn it!"

Just then, he overheard martial artists downstairs mentioning a particularly important matter in hushed tones. He opened his eyes, summoned his Inner Strength, quieted his heart, and listened attentively.

"By the way, that Blade Madman, didn’t he draw his blade and wipe out all the Immortal Pavilion branches along the way?"

An elderly voice replied:

"No..."

"It’s strange, on his way, he didn’t cause any great slaughter..."

"Besides, not drawing his blade is also correct."

The younger voice from before said, "What do you mean..."

The elder chuckled, "It’s said that the Pavilion Master of the Immortal Pavilion has issued an order, all important people and martial artists above Ninth Grade in the Pavilion have been called back to the main branch. Even if Blade Madman went there, he could only kill some ordinary disciples, but as you all know, Blade Madman is too lazy to make a move on those outer-sect disciples..."

The young man didn’t care about the latter part of the elder’s words, his attention entirely focused on the beginning of the statement, and he couldn’t help but gasp, saying:

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"All elite disciples retreat without a fight? This, this..."

"That’s too imposing, too domineering..."

The old man sighed, saying, "Isn’t that the truth..."

Lao San sat on the second floor of the guest room, squinting his eyes and tapping his right hand lightly on the table, thinking to himself:

"Yes, he has to be imposing, has to be domineering..."

"Truly marvelous, truly marvelous..."

As he started to feel pleased, he once again thought about how imposing the Young Master was, and how he couldn’t witness it because he had been sent away, and a number of frustrations arose again. He spat to the side and cursed under his breath, saying:

"To hell with Gongsun Jing."

"You old scoundrel, just you wait..."

Downstairs, a young man held a wine cup in a daze, suddenly recalling something, and asked:

"Elder, do you know where Blade Madman is at the moment?"

The elder stroked his beard, with a somewhat solemn expression on his face, and said:

"How could I possibly know such a thing?"

"However, two days have passed now, and it should be no more than a hundred miles from the Immortal Pavilion’s Evergreen Mountain."

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On Evergreen Mountain, within the Immortal Pavilion.

In the past days, numerous disciples had been called back, making the originally spacious Immortal Pavilion seem a bit congested for a moment. Moreover, faced with such a formidable enemy, the Pavilion Master of the Immortal Pavilion also sent out distress letters through Jianghu to his friends made during his time wandering the martial world.

The Pavilion Master of the Immortal Pavilion was a genuine Fifth Rank Master.

With a raise of his hand, he could manipulate the celestial phenomena within ten miles. In an era over a thousand years ago, before martial arts had spread throughout the world, such a master was viewed as a deity or an Immortal by the local common folk. Even today, he carried significant weight. A phoenix does not dance with the ordinary birds; his friends were also all well-known martial artists in Jianghu. Even in the entirety of Great Qin’s Jianghu, he wouldn’t be without renown.

These Middle Third Rank martial artists all came with their subordinates or clan’s younger generations to support their friend.

An elder, surrounded by several young people, passed by outside the main hall.

The longsword on his back was quite unusual; it was brownish in color with pine patterns on it, a renowned weapon in the Fufeng martial world, the Ding Song Sword. It had also been listed in the Fire Refining Sect’s Fufeng famous arms rankings in the past. The elder himself was a Sixth Rank Swordsman proficient in killing and combat, and with a considerable clan behind him, there were no blind martial artists daring to provoke him.

His face was solemn, serious and unsmiling. After passing by the main hall, he continued walking several hundred steps, then suddenly stopped.