Why do I have so many masters?

It was established by the founding emperor of Great Qin, which contains the weapons of seventy-two founding ministers, and will suppress martial artists’ martial arts skills according to their cultivation to probe and test when they enter.

A hundred yards tall, a tower of a hundred layers.

Raise a hand and you can touch the clouds.

And the sound of the cauldron only appears when one steps onto the first three layers.

And the opponent on the third layer...

The phantoms of seventy-two Great Qin Iron Cavalrymen.

Yu Wenze’s fists clenched tightly.

That sound just now was the second ringing of the cauldron.

The chaos was quelled at an unimaginable speed.

At this moment, nearly every person in Fufeng held their breath, their gaze lifting to the hundred-yard tall tower, with flames of passion flickering in their eyes.

The towering layers ascend straight up, with eaves curving outward, as if beasts crouch atop them.

Below hang golden bells, and beneath the golden bells, there are red silk ribbons.

Which are now wildly dancing.

Fierce like fire.

No one knew how much time had passed, perhaps just a short moment, or maybe an hour, even more grand, as if to declare the secret sound of the bell hidden in their eyes, suddenly resounded from the Fu Character Tower, sweeping across heaven and earth.

The majestic presence of the Royal Family was suppressed by the blood and courage of the martial artists.

The top layer!

After a moment of dead silence, irrepressible cheers echoed throughout Fufeng County City.

Inside the Fu Character Tower.

A footstep landed on the stair, ascending leisurely, a sword in the right hand.

The sword slowly sheathed back into its scabbard.

The foot lifted again, leaving behind a trace like fresh blood, Wang Anfeng climbed slowly, his blue shirt already stained with blood.

His eyes slightly closed.

Moving upwards step by step.

Five years plus two, making it seven years.

Seven years of no news.

Seven years.

Seven full years!

Wang Anfeng suddenly found that sometimes he could be very selfish.

He didn’t want to vanish from that girl’s world for such a long stretch of time.

Destined yet not fated?

"Gentlemen follow the mandate of heaven and act in due time, but if this is my destiny..."

There was the sound of a sword cry, bringing thunder, whistling within its scabbard.

Wang Anfeng stepped onto the final stair, his eyes calm and open, as if watching the stars fill the sky.

I refuse.

At the very least, at the very least...

He suddenly didn’t feel as confident as a youth should, somewhat sheepish.

To tell her.

I have returned...

.........

When that figure appeared on the topmost layer.

At this moment, the people of Fufeng City seemed to hold their breath,

Those who step onto the first layer can qualify to carve their achievements in stone, which is the highest honor. The last time such an event occurred was thirty years ago when a Taoist known as Void used the time it takes to drink a cup of tea to break out of the tower, his fame thundering across the world. Fifteen years later, he subdued the world.

Since that one, among the younger generation.

This is the first.

The one guarding here was a middle-aged scholar dressed in a Confucian robe, whose body was nearly trembling at this moment. Glancing outside, he saw a dense crowd of people. Their focused gazes were almost sharper than the most powerful swordsmanship he had ever seen. Fortunate that he was a Sixth-Rank martial artist, he also found breathing difficult and felt dizzy.

But he still remembered what he was supposed to do.

He raised his hand, and for some reason, he shivered as he saluted Wang Anfeng, saying:

"Dare I ask, may I have the young hero’s name and surname?"

"Fufeng Academy, the book guardian."

"Wang Anfeng."

Wang Anfeng stood atop the Fu Character Tower, surrounded by a sea of people.

The scholar steadied his mind, took a deep breath, and then asked:

"Does the young hero wish to inscribe now, or perhaps another day?"

"Now."

"Then, may I ask Young Hero, what character would you like to engrave?"

Wang Anfeng’s face flushed slightly, he was never fond of drawing such a crowd, countless thoughts drifting and sinking in his mind, surging in his chest. He had so much he wanted to say, but now, he didn’t know what to say.

The Scholar was full of confusion.

Wang Anfeng exhaled, suppressing the myriad of thoughts in his heart. Even if he had countless words to say, even if he had longed for days on end, when they met, it would surely just be with a gentle smile and a soft "long time no see."

Thus, at this moment, he also spoke softly, just like an ordinary encounter, saying,

"Xue Family’s Qinshuang, have you been well these two years...?"

It seemed that the Scholar did not hear clearly, or perhaps could not believe his ears. The hand holding the pen paused slightly, and he looked at Wang Anfeng, saying,

"Young Hero, what do you want to engrave?"

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, thinking that perhaps his voice was too soft. He glanced at the endless crowd below and raised his voice, saying,

"Xue Family’s Qinshuang, have you been well?!"

His face turned scarlet red.

He looked at the bustling populace below, among them many a fair and comely daughter of noble clans. Perhaps Miss Xue might not even be that beautiful, across the entire Great Qin, there were many, many lovable and beautiful girls that could captivate one’s heart, but he only had eyes for that one girl.

And he only hoped that one girl would fancy him.

He took a deep breath, eyes wide, as if wanting to shout out all his longing from these past two years in one go.

"Xue Family’s Qinshuang, have you been well?!"

The Scholar felt his heart nearly leap out of his throat.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that his name, due to the unreasonable act of this youth, could forever be etched in the annals of history.

He turned to begin his writing, channeling all his inner strength, and steadily traced the first stroke.

The strength pierced through the Qingyan stone.

It was an exhilaration he had never felt before.

Below, the Imperial Grandson’s eyes widened.

He observed the young man standing at the pinnacle of the Fu Character Tower, sheer brilliance emanating from him, as if he were staring at a monster scrawling wildly over a scroll filled with the words of propriety.

For thirty years, the first of the younger generation to reach the top of the Hundred Layer Tower, and to choose the time of the Imperial Grandson’s outing, it was almost as if he had slapped the face of the Imperial Family harshly. Such arrogant behavior, such a challenge that would be broadcast throughout the world with the force of Great Qin in just one day and night.

This opportunity to leave a mark on history, to express one’s own ambitions, was being used for such an absurd message?

The others had all written about conquering the world, achieving divinity through the sword, and the like...

Ha? A madman?!

He looked at the blue-clad youth atop the tower, bloodstained, sword in right hand, and cursed quietly.

Next to him, the Great Eunuch couldn’t help but laugh out loud.

When The Emperor first saw him, his first words were, it seems, the same...

A good distance away,

At the city gate, Tuoba Yue and the others finally burst through the tunnel, just relaxed, stepping out from the carriage to get some air, when they heard the cheering.

"Xue Family’s Qinshuang..."

Tuoba Yue froze for a moment, then after confirming that she had not misheard, suddenly turned her head to look.

Already a Great Qin strongman shouted from below the Hundred Layer Tower.

Imperial Guardsmen of the Imperial Grandson, grasping the Mo Blades, slammed them heavily onto the ground, forming a rough and valiant rhythm.

The Historian held his pen, his face flushed red.

Above on the high tower, the Scholar, as if possessed, put all his energy into engraving that line of characters.

In the three hundred years since the founding of Great Qin, this was the most ridiculous yet most bold act. Under the sunlight, the strongman called out, the people responded, the sound like a tidal wave sweeping across the sky, the earth, resonating in the ears of every person, voicing the young man’s resentment:

"Fu Character Tower’s Guardian, Wang Anfeng, climbed the Hundred Layer Tower, to etch his achievement in stone!"

"The engraved text..."

Tuoba Yue snapped out of her daze upon hearing the last sentence.

The voice was incredibly majestic, yet in her ears, it was so gentle, so timid.

Just as it had been more than two years ago.

In this polite and implicit greeting, was a longing that everyone could discern.

He said...

"Xue Family’s Qinshuang, have you been well?"

Tuoba Yue was stunned for a very long time, then suddenly burst into laughter.

As if using all the strength she had in this life, she sharply lifted her right hand and gripped the jade pendant at her waist.

Then, she slammed it heavily onto the ground.

PS: Uh, after all, it is a martial arts, pah pah pah, science fiction novel, the core is still about the protagonist’s growth and adventures.

Such a storyline will not be portrayed so vigorously in the future.

Actually, there are also many other important storylines and characters here.