Why do I have so many masters?

The middle-aged man who charged into this place exhaled a clouded breath and glanced at Xing Wenlun with a touch of sympathy, saying:

"Blade Madman had never planned to come here,"

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"He just made it to a county town near the base of Evergreen Mountain."

Upon hearing this clearly, Xing Wenlun’s body couldn’t help but tremble slightly as he said:

"But how could he... How dare he do such a thing!"

"Is he not afraid of being laughed at by the heroes of the world?!"

A moment of silence followed, and then someone spoke in a low voice, saying:

"It seems like he never said he was coming to find us..."

The atmosphere in the great hall grew even more deathly still.

Xing Wenlun’s face turned slightly pale, almost revealing the challenge Blade Madman had issued to him a few days ago. However, he forcefully restrained himself; only a few within his Sect knew of this, and no one in the Jianghu was aware. He couldn’t possibly divulge this information and thus shame himself.

To those aware of today’s events, it was clear they were the machinations of Blade Madman. To the people of the Jianghu, however, it would seem as though Blade Madman had already backed down, too lazy to trouble them further, yet it scared the entire Immortal Pavilion into a state of high alert.

He could nearly anticipate how the matter would spread through the Jianghu tomorrow.

For this false move, he had not only incurred a great deal of human sentiment but had also used many precious medicines and recalled seventy percent of the elite disciples; who knew how much the Sect’s power would shrink after this?

At this moment, Xing Wenlun only felt a surge of frustration welling up in his chest, almost to the point of vomiting blood.

Standing below, Mei Feng had also thought of the consequences of this matter.

But his heart relaxed significantly.

Blade Madman’s actions today were merely to calculate against Immortal Pavilion, and the people of the Jianghu were unaware. "A gentleman does not stand under a wall in danger," Blade Madman’s goal had been achieved. The mention of the county town was most likely a ruse, and he had already extracted himself from the situation.

Assessing the current situation, an adventurous plan emerged in his mind without restraint.

That was to take the initiative and lead a group of men to the county town where Blade Madman was last seen.

By now, Blade Madman would certainly be gone, and his action would not only capitalize on this event to make a name in the Jianghu but also restore some reputation to the Immortal Pavilion and earn him a second glance from the Pavilion Master, being taken into his inner circle.

Although there was a certain level of danger, Mei Feng himself was a very bold and crazy person. This could be seen from how, in the past few days, he confronted many Elders, threatening suicide to advance by retreating, dispelling their suspicions.

With this thought, he did not hesitate any longer. Mei Feng stepped forward, bowing deeply to Xing Wenlun, and declared:

"Pavilion Master, this villainous Blade Madman is insolent. I am willing to lead men to that county town and fight him!"

Xing Wenlun glanced at him, instantly understanding his thoughts. Despite the clear danger, for the sake of cleansing the Immortal Pavilion’s name, it could not be avoided. His face regained a trace of color, and he spoke in a calmer voice:

"Please be careful..."

"Yes, I understand!"

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

Immediately, more than a dozen swift horses galloped down from Evergreen Mountain, heading straight for the nearest county town. Before they even entered, just approaching the outskirts by the wine shop, Mei Feng’s complexion turned deathly pale in an instant.

The tavern flag fluttered in the wind.

But there was only one customer, dressed in dark-colored vigorous attire, with an indifferent expression.

Next to him, the snow was piled thick. Unbeknownst to them, the Mo Blade had already been drawn and was plunged into the shimmering white snow. The frosty chill made the blade edge even more piercing, the sharp aura assaulting them head-on.

Mei Feng pulled on his steed’s reins, his face losing all its color, yet he dared not make any rash movements, let alone run away. He feared that any sudden move would bring down a thunderous slash towards his head. His eyes widened as he looked at Blade Madman, who was beyond his expectations, his inner roar barely contained...

How dare he?!

To toy with the entire Immortal Pavilion and still dare to brazenly buy wine here?!

Is he a madman?

Has he not considered how he will make his escape?!

Madman! Arrogant!

At that moment, the dark-clad martial artist seemed to have noticed something, turned his head, and displayed an indifferent face.

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

"Alone, he forced an entire grand Sect of the Jianghu to retreat!"

"Buying wine at the roadside, he returns with severed heads, the name Blade Madman thus spread throughout the world!"

In the tavern, an old man slapped the Startling Wooden Block in his hand, his hair disheveled as he shouted loudly, drawing cheers from the crowd below.

In a guest room on the second floor,

a handsome young man in a blue shirt heard the raucous cheers below, a faint blush appearing on his face. With pen in hand, he wrote something on the table. Then he stopped to examine it with satisfaction, picked up the paper, and gently affixed it to a somewhat rough wine jar, his lips curling into a gentle smile as he murmured:

"Lizheng, this is the first jar of fine wine prepared for you..."

"Although it’s only from the nearby wine stall, I’ve come up with a very good name."

Wang Anfeng stood up, and on the table beside him lay a Heavy Blade, entirely dark in color, save for the chilling edge.

The blade hummed with a resonant cry.

The young man’s eyes were clear as he softly said:

"Three thousand miles to cleanse the blade with severed heads."

PS: A two-part update for you...

Anfeng still lacks the resources and the clout of a grand Sect, so for now, he is merely letting off steam. This part of the story comes to a close, and today I need to organize the next outline, so there will only be one update (clasping hands)