Why do I have so many masters?

The piercing screams, as ghastly as wailing ghosts, filled Wang Anfeng's ears; the young man, utilizing his movement technique, leaped into the air, surveying the distance. Within his sight, countless villagers lay fallen, their bodies trembling, faces contorted in agony.

With a light clap, Wang Anfeng landed back on the ground.

Meng Yuexue's panicked voice came from inside the house at the same time.

"Senior Brother!"

Wang Anfeng suppressed the anxiety in his heart and, without caring for anything else, stepped into the house, where Chuan Lian, lying on the bed, had begun coughing, each cough spilling a mouthful of fresh blood, his breathing becoming increasingly feeble.

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At the same time, on the mountainside.

In front of Zhao Guang, a series of furnaces were aligned, with a disciple of the Immortal Pavilion sitting cross-legged in front of each furnace, palms raised, pressed against the furnaces, eyes slightly closed, inner Qi swirling around their bodies.

Under the influence of their Inner Strength, various poisons—some aquamarine and others deep blue—rose from the furnaces, dispersing into the air, losing their original colors, and drifting with the wind into the small town below.

The cries of agony grew even more piercing.

Even for these Immortal Pavilion martial artists, accustomed to bloodshed, a hint of pity appeared on their faces, suggesting that killing beyond necessity was excessively cruel.

Moreover, at this moment, those who were screaming were mostly innocent villagers.

Zhao Guang, with his hands behind his back, watched the distant 'Dark Hell' with an icy gaze as hardened as the ice under his feet, showing not the slightest emotion.

Mei Feng, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, said,

"Judging by these sounds, Elder Zhao's poisons are indeed extraordinary."

Zhao Guang let out a cold laugh, saying,

"Naturally."

Mei Feng chuckled, then seemed puzzled, "However, Elder Zhao, are you really sure that these poisons will affect that man from Pharmacist Valley?"

"After all, Pharmacist Valley was a major sect in Fufeng, and the disciples have consumed numerous elixirs since childhood. Though not completely immune to all poisons, the various drugs in Jianghu have lost much of their effects on these disciples of Pharmacist Valley."

Hearing this, Zhao Guang finally turned his head, with a cold smile, said,

"I naturally have full confidence."

"If the ancient texts are correct, at this time, that person would already be a withered corpse. Facing these treasures of mine, well..."

"Unless there is a miracle medicine in front of him that can counteract all poisons, he is undoubtedly doomed to die."

"Such miracle medicines are rare in the world, hidden in unknown treasures. How could there be one in such a remote and backward place?"

"Unless that herb could walk!"

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Blood surged from his palm, dripping onto the ground, creating a sizzling sound upon contact with the surrounding poison gases, emitting green smoke that filled the air.

The poison fog in the house cleared instantly.

Wang Anfeng lowered his raised right hand, using his Impervious Mixed Yuan Body cultivation to force out the fresh blood that was a rare antidote in Jianghu, powerful enough to counteract these poison fogs.

Chuan Lian, whose face had gone pale and had been coughing incessantly, regained some composure.

The few villagers whom Wang Anfeng had brought into the house also began to appear more relaxed, no longer frantically scratching their bodies as before.

At this moment, with the itching subsiding and acute pain emerging, they started to realize what they had been doing, and after a stunned moment, the sound of a woman's sobbing could be heard, evidently in great fear.

Wang Anfeng, hearing the crying, let out a slight sigh of relief, then turned his head, peering out the window at the faintly unusual colors in the air, his eyes narrowing, a fierce cold light rising in his pupils.

His hanging hand clenched slightly.

No, Immortal, Pavilion...

In Jianghu, troubles should not reach one's family, let alone innocent villagers?

Meng Yuexue also breathed a sigh of relief, her originally pale face regaining its composure.

Wang Anfeng moved sideways and looked at Chuan Lian and Meng Yuexue. The past two years must have been incredibly difficult and dangerous for these old acquaintances, as he could infer from the actions of the Immortal Pavilion today.

Chuan Lian needed to leave this place as soon as possible.

The Wind Character Tower held many marvels and wonders. If one went to the Wind Character Tower, perhaps more could be found about the Poison of the Drug Man, and since Yu Wenze, a pillar of the Great Qin Country, suppressed Fufeng City, even giving the Immortal Pavilion ten times the courage, they would not dare to act rashly here.

Hiding in the Wind Character Tower would at least be much safer than their current situation.

With this thought, a new concern emerged. Since the Immortal Pavilion had gone mad enough to even poison a whole city's people to provoke the Great Qin and force Chuan Lian out, how could relocating be easily achieved?

In a situation that inevitably involved a Middle Third Rank expert who would attack recklessly at all costs, even with Wang Anfeng's martial arts, he struggled to guarantee the safety of Chuan Lian and Meng Yuexue.

Moreover, given Chuan Lian's current weakened state, he couldn't withstand even the slightest impact of Qi Force; continuously fleeing would only lead them into regrettable danger...

At this moment, merely fleeing seemed hopeless. He could still hear the distant screams, and the matter needed to be dealt with swiftly. How could his single person's blood save the lives of the entire city? Gradually, a bold and insane plan began forming in Wang Anfeng's mind. Explore stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Just then, the conditions of Chuan Lian and the other seven or eight townspeople finally stabilized. Thanks to Wang Anfeng's fresh blood, the air's toxins temporarily could not penetrate this area. The young man relaxed slightly, stood up and was about to walk outside.

The sound of footsteps caught Meng Yuexue's attention. She paused slightly as if she realized something, and suddenly stood up, saying,

"Big Brother Wang?"

"Are you going to…"

Wang Anfeng paused slightly then turned to look at Meng Yuexue, seeing the worry and dawning realization in her eyes. He raised his finger to his lips and gently shushed her.

His gaze then glanced at the other townspeople squeezed into the room, including two children who, at this moment, clung to their parents, their faces showing blood marks they had scratched out themselves, shaking in fear.

Don't frighten the children.

Meng Yuexue was taken aback, realizing what Wang Anfeng meant. The words she wanted to say got stuck in her throat, and she found herself unable to speak them.

Just then, one young boy among the family of seven that Wang Anfeng had rescued from the neighboring compound looked up, glanced at the young man, and then quickly averted his gaze, muttering softly,

"Big brother, don't go outside…"

"It's very uncomfortable out there."

"Inside... Inside, it's very comfortable..."

He was only five years old and wasn't able to understand exactly what was happening, merely expressing his own feelings.

Wang Anfeng chuckled softly, his demeanor unusually calm despite the urgency of the situation, bent down and gently touched the boy's head, saying,

"Nothing's wrong, just stay here quietly."

"Big brother will only be out for a little while, and I'll bring you back some candy."

The child's parents held him close, and Wang Anfeng smiled again, stood up, and although Meng Yuexue looked worried and opened her mouth slightly, she seemed somewhat powerless and said,

"But..."

"Miss Meng, don't worry about me. Take good care of these people."

Wang Anfeng smiled, patted the sword on his back, and casually said,

"It snowed heavily a few days ago."

"Just in time to cleanse the blade."

With those words, he pushed the door open and left.

PS: First update posted... I have some matters today and tomorrow, so updates might be irregular. Please forgive me (bowing hands…)

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