Why do I have so many masters?

Pushing the door open to enter the guesthouse, this time was usually mealtime, but there were fewer diners than usual, and even those present were relatively quiet. Lv Baiping took three steps in two and lightly leapt up to the fourth floor rooms.

Wang Anfeng glanced at the first floor of the guesthouse and noticed this abnormality, but didn't think much of it, sauntering up the guesthouse stairs. Hong Luoyu's room was tightly closed, but since the latter was seldom in the guesthouse, he didn't mind this either. When he reached Yuchi Jie's door, he knocked and said,

"Yuchi...?"

After knocking twice and receiving no response, Wang Anfeng sensed something was amiss and suddenly pushed the door open, only to find that Yuchi Jie also wasn't in the room. It was a normal occurrence, yet for some reason, he felt somewhat uneasy.

When he turned to leave, Lv Baiping was just coming out of her room with a slightly strange expression and said,

"Not here, both Shishu and Qiaofu are missing?"

Wang Anfeng calmly said, "Let's go downstairs first and ask the guesthouse staff. If Yuchi and the others have all gone out, they should have left a message for us. While we're heading to the third floor, let's also check if Uncle Tai and Mr. Lu are in."

Lv Baiping, initially a bit nervous, now calmed down and nodded; the two of them went down to the third floor. Upon opening the doors, they found that Uncle Tai Jian, who usually only held his sword in his room, and Old Lu were also not in their rooms.

The rooms were very tidy, as if they had just stepped out.

Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze and softly laughed, saying,

"It seems they all went out together without waiting for us."

"I must have a serious talk with Yuchi later."

Lv Baiping nodded somewhat absentmindedly.

The two immediately went down to the first floor and directly approached the guesthouse shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper was a rather shrewd middle-aged man who recognized that the two people in front of him were esteemed guests who had spent a significant amount of silver coins for the guesthouse's best rooms in recent days, and he dared not neglect them.

He put the ledger he was holding on the table and stood up to bow,

"Honored guests, may I assist with something?"

Wang Anfeng got straight to the point and asked,

"Excuse me, shopkeeper, do you know if our traveling companions went somewhere this afternoon or left any message?"

The shopkeeper shook his head and said,

"Those guests didn't leave any message, but less than an hour ago, I saw the Wen Family's second shopkeeper personally come down from the mountain and invite those guests onto a carriage."

"At this time, they should have just arrived at the Wen Family villa."

He said with a smile, adding:

"I never imagined that you guests would have connections with the Wen Family, even warranting the Family's second steward to personally come down from the mountain to fetch you. That person is a distant relative of the Wen Family and is quite a reputable scholar in our Jiangnan Road, invited annually to the Wenling City debate."

His words carried a hint of flattery, but Wang Anfeng had no interest in listening further. He politely ended the conversation, gestured for Lv Baiping to leave the guesthouse, his face turning solemn as he said,

"Miss Lv, it seems we must make another visit to the Wen Family today."

Lv Baiping also harbored some worries but said, "However, by this time, the gates of Wanling City should already be closed. It might be troublesome for us to go now."

Wang Anfeng spoke gently, "I will take you."

Lv Baiping looked slightly surprised and said,

"Is there such urgency? The Wen Family is not the first noble clan of Wanling City for nothing. Their home defense should be sturdy, and besides, Uncle Gong Yu and Uncle Lu are there, Qiaofu and Yuchi should be safe..."

Wang Anfeng spoke softly,

"But the Wen Family and Yuchi have a deep hatred."

"One that almost led to the destruction of their family."

Lv Baiping's expression suddenly changed.

The wind howled suddenly, carrying a faint sound of a sword cry, soaring into the sky, and within the time it took for the local commander to react, it swept across the nocturnal hues of Wanling City.

The City Commandant, troubled by the issue of Blade Madman, felt the fluctuations of a Middle Third Rank Martial Artist. His right hand instinctively clutched the handle of his sword. He rushed out of the courtyard in a few steps, and before he could draw his sword, he felt a piercing gaze on him.

Beside his ears, there was a faint sound of a Sword Edge drawn from its sheath, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end in an instant. His pupils constricted, and his right hand seemed glued to the sword handle, unable to move.

Only after that faint whistling sound had faded did his body return to his control, his forehead already covered in cold sweat, gasping heavily.

With an Internal Force Cultivation above the peak of Sixth Rank, combined with the Divine Thieves Sect's Martial Arts of 'Walking on Stars,' Wang Anfeng's speed at that moment was definitely above that of a Fifth Rank Jianghu master, sweeping across the entire Wanling City.

Lv Baiping, enveloped by the raging winds that stirred up, strained to move forward. Looking up, he saw Wang Anfeng's eyes beneath the moonlight exuding a tangible chill.

It was like watching a sword under the moonlight.

From afar, he saw the undulating Wen Family Villa, majestic in appearance, almost the size of a small city. On the mountain road, two four-horse carriages moved at a good pace, just about to enter the villa.

The window on the side of the carriage opened, revealing Lin Qiaofu's face, her lips pursed, her expression uneasy. Lv Baiping's eyes lit up, about to call out, when suddenly he heard Wang Anfeng whisper a warning.

Lv Baiping had not reacted when he found himself lifted by the airstream, slowing his descent significantly. Soon thereafter, a ringing sound of whistling commenced, and his heart tightened.

Wang Anfeng's longsword was directly unsheathed behind him, gripped in his hand, with Yang Thunder Energy channeled straightforwardly into the blade. The right hand holding the sword seemed to coil round and round with Yang Thunder Energy, unceasingly entangled.

The sword seemed to have a spirit of its own, trembling incessantly.

Thunderbolts entwined upon it.

In the next moment, the sword shot out with a speed far exceeding the usual, plunging into the ground ahead of the advancing carriage. The Yang Thunder Energy upon touching the ground, spread instantaneously, causing the spirited horses to whinny incessantly. If not for the well-trained horses, the carriage would almost have overturned.

A middle-aged man on the carriage changed his expression. Just now, he had only seen a streak of light flash across the sky, then almost got blown away. He was shocked but still managed to keep his composure and spoke softly,

"Who is it?"

"Uninvited guests are indeed too presumptuous."

His words fell, but no one answered. Immediately, he realized that the streak of light was just a broad sword, his pupils suddenly constricted.

The hilt was dark, but the blade faintly glowed red, terrifying heat rising, and the ground beneath started showing signs of crystallization. The Whistling continued unabated, nighttime moisture turned into steam by the intense Qi, rising up entwined.

A figure in a green robe descended from the sky, hands clasped behind his back, one foot poised on the sword hilt.

With his garments fluttering, the longsword whistling, and the ascending white steam swirling around, the newcomer looked like a Banished Immortal, his expression tranquil, he said,

"Yuchi, I've heard there's a sea of flowers stretching for miles here."

"Yet you didn't wait for me."

PS: The second release of the day is here, three thousand eight hundred characters...

Cough, it's actually yesterday's second release, because the number of words was a bit long, so it took some time to write, and it's a bit late, please forgive me (bows)_(:з」∠)_