Why do I have so many masters?

The jade pendant shattered.

With the art of the Yin Yang Family, they sealed the spiritual grace of Heaven and Earth within the treasure jade. It burst forth in an instant without the slightest hesitation, sweeping across with a speed that even a grandmaster would find difficult to match.

It crossed the vast lands, the solitary peaks, the mountains and lakes, the rivers of the icy peaks.

All to find the other half of the spiritual grace.

"Where did this wind come from..."

"Such a mighty wind!"

Around the carriage, the people hurrying on their way were caught by a sudden, inexplicable gust of wind that brushed across their faces, eliciting a series of complaints.

Tuoba Yue’s breathing was rapid.

Her black hair fluttered slightly in the wind, and she stared ahead, seemingly able to see that proud, dazzling girl, like the sun itself. Her right hand lifted, pressing tightly against her chest, feeling her wildly throbbing heart through her torso.

A flush of crimson appeared on the girl’s face.

Take care, Qinshuang.

She thought to herself.

The border of Fufeng.

Fufeng County, located in the northern part of the Great Qin Central Plains, was surrounded by mountains on three sides with a mountain range that connected directly to Wangxian County. On the other side, it was possible to travel by waterways, with the river roaring along, never freezing even in the cold of winter.

There was a large ship by the river.

It sat deep in the water, surprisingly featuring a pavilion on board. The helmsman, a middle-aged man dressed in black and his face covered, seemed to have suffered injuries. His energy was somewhat unstable, but even so, his feet firmly on the deck, he managed to keep the large ship as steady as if it were on solid ground amidst the rolling waves.

A girl in white clothes covered by a red shirt stood at the bow, quietly looking towards Fufeng.

Her black hair was tied into a ponytail with a red band, looking quite spirited.

Her features were bright and majestic, her expression calm.

The old woman stood beside her, turning to look at her favorite granddaughter. She wanted to speak, to tell her, that the five-day period was over, and the answer she was waiting for never came.

She wanted to say this,

Yet couldn’t bear to say it.

She stood next to the girl, looking into her calm, peaceful brown eyes, as serene as a still lake. She opened her mouth, but ultimately, she remained silent.

Xue Qinshuang took a deep breath, turned around, and looking at her grandmother, she said with a light smile:

"The five-day period is up."

"We..."

Ding!

A crisp sound echoed, as if swapping places, the light laughter abruptly ceased.

The girl’s eyes widened slightly.

On the river, slight ripples formed.

The winter branches swayed slightly, those bereft of green leaves from the autumn bleakness collided with one another, producing a fine, continuous sound, as if winter had passed, as if spring had arrived, as if the green forests still extended along both shores like waves...

There was a wind,

Approaching.

The wind seemed to have traveled a long way, as if it had crossed great rivers, isolated peaks, ice-bound mountains and rivers, and the warm sunlight of the city, before finally arriving here.

The steady big ship began to sway.

The black-dressed assassin acting as helmsman slightly furrowed his brow, trying to use his energy to suppress the swaying, but he had been injured by Xue Qinshuang with the Taiqing Plain Sword not long before. As he tried to exert some strength, a sharp pain surged, causing his face to instantly turn pale and nearly vomit blood, greatly reducing the energy he had been using to stabilize the ship.

The girl’s black hair began to dance in the wind, and the red silk ribbon used to tie it up fluttered amidst the black locks, suddenly being swept upward.

Like a butterfly, it flew towards the sky.

The old woman was slightly shocked, then looked up, her old yet clear eyes widening slightly, reflecting Xue Qinshuang’s image, with her black hair scattered over her shoulders, no longer spirited, but rather more elegant and serene. The girl held the jade pendant at her waist with her right hand.

Her lips slightly lifted.

A pair of brown eyes shimmering brilliantly.

Wang Anfeng stood at the top of the Fu Character Tower.

His breathing was very rapid, the shout he had just given almost exhausted all his strength, making his legs feel weak. Below him, whether ordinary citizens or high officials, they all reacted at this moment. The cheers were almost like waves, never ceasing.

There were noble clan girls with blushing faces, looking up at the young man above.

And those dedicated to martial arts were also bursting with enthusiasm.

Weapons, swords, Mo Blades, striking heavily on the ground, and beating on chests, producing rough and boisterous melodies.

Wang Anfeng snapped out of his reverie, feeling as though his entire body was about to catch fire.

His face was flushed red.

Behind, the scholar took a deep breath and staggered back two steps, looking at the last line on the stone monument in front of him, its strokes bold and vigorous, dragon and phoenix dance-like, displaying an unprecedentedly majestic style. Looking forward, this line of text compared to the names inscribed on the previous monument, showed no inferiority at all.

The scholar, whose attire was usually immaculate, now appeared somewhat disheveled, with two strands of neatly combed black hair haphazardly draped over his forehead.

Just eight characters already caused him to sweat, his breathing rapid.

He looked at his own eight characters, gazed at the place of transfer, dazzled and stunned, and suddenly burst into laughter, yet for some reason, the laughter gradually faded. He looked at the brush in his hand, slammed it heavily onto the ground, as a Sixth Rank Martial Artist, this strike directly broke the brush, then he knelt on the ground and wept profusely.

He could actually write such characters, and was thus overjoyed.

Only because after today, he feared he might never be able to write such characters again, yet how could he not be sad?</p