Why do I have so many masters?

A moment ago, he stood amidst the Bagua Poison Formation, a figure of overwhelming power with Vigorous Qi reaching the heavens, his might seemingly invincible against any Sixth Rank Martial Artist.

The next instant, he was severed at the waist, dying with eyes wide open in disbelief.

Such a drastic turnaround was too intense and shocking, Mei Feng's brain could hardly catch up, but immediately, a bone-chilling coldness engulfed him whole, making the hairs on the back of his neck stand on end in an instant.

No, this is bad!

Wang Anfeng's expression was cold and rigid as he stood on the horse, calmly observing him.

The wounds that had just burst open on his body were forcibly held together by Wang Anfeng using his muscles, preventing any abnormality from showing.

Yet the indescribable swelling pain almost made him unable to resist crying out.

The Bagua Poison Formation a moment ago was the accumulation of Zhao Guang's lifelong hatred.

An Elder of a major martial arts sect, he devoted his life solely for the purpose of revenge.

And this poison fog was the result of this madman's thirty years of obsession, gathering various strange poisons regardless of the cost. Merging with the Bagua of Heaven and Earth and cycling influences from one another, its power was naturally increased threefold. Just now, Wang Anfeng, with his own Mixed Yuan Skill, had forcibly devoured this poison fog along with Zhao Guang's Poison Skill, turning it into Vital Energy.

It was also with this immense Vital Energy that he managed to deliver a slash far beyond his cultivation level.

But what he hadn't expected was the vast purity of the poison fog—it was far more significant than he had anticipated.

After releasing one slash, his inner strength was greatly drained in an instant. The external poison fog took advantage of the situation to enter his body and was transformed by the Mixed Yuan Skill into surging Vital Energy, stubbornly blocking the meridians around the young man's body. It was not just about launching a second slash; even mobilizing inner strength was extremely difficult now.

If Mei Feng noticed this, he might instead fall into a dangerous situation.

Wang Anfeng's thoughts were clear, yet his face showed no signs of disturbance. He narrowed his eyes and lifted the Heavy Blade, slowly moving it to his back with an unhurried demeanor.

The Heavy Blade was like ink, its edge chillingly sharp.

Just beneath that blade, nearly ten people had already perished, yet there was not a single trace of blood on the blade.

Wang Anfeng's movements were very slow.

With each motion, the surging Vital Energy in his meridians vibrated, and some even burst forth from his body, bringing even greater pain.

Despite practicing the peak Shaolin Horizontal Training technique that allowed a Seventh Rank body to withstand the accumulation of thirty years of a Sixth Rank Martial Artist's efforts, even with his martial arts skills, he struggled to dispel it for a moment.

Though his thoughts were racing, his expression remained indifferent and rigid, his dark pupils devoid of any emotion, calmly watching Mei Feng, who was pale just ten feet away.

Mei Feng subconsciously took another half step back.

At this moment, his heart harbored not a shred of Combat Will, and he wished he could just turn and run. The purity of the Poison Dragon and Zhao Guang's crazed and ruthless methods were beyond what he thought he could achieve in his lifetime. In fact, deep in his heart, he had already concluded.

In this lifetime, even if his martial arts skills continued to improve, it was almost like a fool's dream to reach Zhao Guang's level without tremendous fortune.

But in the blink of an eye, the expert that had seemed unattainable to him, the elder driven mad by thirty years of hatred, was easily decapitated by the young martial artist before him. His refined Poison Skill had no chance to retaliate and was forcefully shattered along with his Poison Dragon Vigorous Qi, resulting in his execution.

Despite possessing such martial arts prowess, he chose to wait until his opponent unleashed their strongest move before delivering a fatal blow with a single slash.

How domineering!

And what incredible, arrogant confidence!

Mei Feng felt a surge of despair, and with it, envy and a full intent to kill. Yet even so, he dared not make the slightest move.

He could feel it.

The young man's indifferent gaze was fixed on him.

Although the poison fog had gradually dissipated, the young man was still enveloped in an imposing, vast Vigorous Qi, barely vibrating around him, as if he was gathering strength for the next move. In the next moment, it seemed a blade like thunder would descend from above, cleaving off the top of his head.

Mei Feng's body trembled slightly.

The despair in his heart, coupled with the solemn and suppressive sound of the blade's cry, grew even more oppressive.

This time... there was no escape from death.

Had he known it would come to this, he would have left early on and not have been burned by the fire he brought upon himself.

Wang Anfeng glanced at the middle-aged man in front of him, whose spirit had faltered without revealing his inner weakness, and internally he breathed a sigh of relief. Considering his plans, he didn't immediately seize the opportunity to leave on horseback, but instead began to speak in a calm voice:
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"Today, I shall not kill you."

"You will deliver a message for me to the Pavilion Master of the Immortal Pavilion."

Just as Mei Feng had begun to relax, he heard these words, and his heart skipped a beat. Then, remembering something, his heart contracted sharply, and he abruptly looked up, his face deathly pale, fear the only thing apparent in his eyes.

Could it be…

Wang Anfeng tapped his right foot against the horse's flank, and the thin red horse raised its head, mane flying, its gaunt appearance still exuding a proud spirit. The martial artist in black cloth resumed the indifferent expression and slid his hand back, securing the Heavy Blade firmly on his back. Perhaps out of loneliness, the blade emitted a low, whistling sound.

The sound was grim and mingled with that of the young man's voice, almost indistinguishable, it was unclear whether the voice was produced by the sword or if it was the man himself causing the blade to sing.

"I've heard that the master of the Immortal Pavilion possesses a famous immortal alcohol, the Longevity Elixir."

"I am delighted to hear that."

"I shall come to the mountain to fetch the wine in a few days, remember that..."

In the indifferent tone, the lean horse trod on, every step igniting flames on the ground that took three breaths to dissipate, a truly mystical sight that caused Mei Feng's heart to sink continuously.

As a Fifth Rank expert, the master of the Immortal Pavilion certainly possessed extraordinary martial arts, and Mei Feng had only the qualification to look up to him.

Yet at this moment, he didn't know if the Pavilion Master, who seemed as inscrutable as an Immortal, could withstand the onslaught of this madman's blade.

Recalling the earlier slash that shattered the sky and clouds, the overbearing fierceness of that cut still made Mei Feng tremble uncontrollably. He staggered back two steps, leaning against the trunk of a tree, and slowly sat down. His heart was filled with bewilderment and fear, but also a sense of fortunate relief as if having narrowly escaped death, leading him to let out a bitter laugh:

"Madman..."

"He truly is a madman..."

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

At this moment, the fiery steed carried Wang Anfeng at a rapid pace, covering a considerable distance in an instant, and turned into the mountain base. Seeming to understand that the man behind them could no longer see them, the lean horse's pace instantly slowed down. What had been a majestic presence like a Flood Dragon traversing the earth now seemed listless, with its mane drooping and its eyes half-closed, leisurely strolling forward.

Wang Anfeng's mouth twitched.

"Could you walk a bit faster..."

The horse neighed lazily in response. Although Wang Anfeng did not understand the language of horses, the steed's pace somehow became even slower, barely faster than walking. It gave the young man a headache as he said in a low voice:

"Weren't you full of vigor just now?"

The lean horse snorted with disdain.

After continuing this way for a while, the horse finally carried Wang Anfeng down the mountain from another direction. Just then, the whistling sound of piercing the sky was heard.

Two figures in vermilion clothes, wielding heavy blades, trod through the air. In the blink of an eye, they had shot past Wang Anfeng towards the summit of the mountain.

Only then did the young man's heart finally relax completely.

People from the Great Qin Ministry of Punishment had arrived.

He withdrew his gaze, only to see the horse beneath him standing tall with its mane fluttering in the wind, exuding an unyielding pride, as if it were a Flood Dragon alive in this world, majestic and awe-inspiring. Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback, but by the time he looked back to the mountain, those two figures had landed and were no longer in sight.

The once spirited fiery steed instantly relaxed, becoming lax again, snorting and leisurely walking forward.

Wang Anfeng's mouth twitched slightly. He looked at the lazy horse beneath him and then turned to gaze at the sky, to the remnants of Vigorous Qi left by the two Sixth Rank experts as they passed. Thinking about the opponent the horse had faced when it demonstrated its might earlier, he suddenly felt a sense of frustration and helplessness.

He understood then.

This damned horse... was all about appearances?!

Indeed, it was a mount fit for his Third Master.

Sighing, Wang Anfeng could only let the horse continue its lazy trot forward, while he himself sat on its back, contemplating his next 'move' in the game.

The words he had just spoken to Mei Feng were merely a ruse, intended to leverage the awe of his momentary slaying of Zhao Guang to make the Sixth Rank Martial Artist miscalculate his own strength and, through his report, to create a formidable adversary for the Immortal Pavilion that did not actually exist.

While the Immortal Pavilion went on high alert for this adversary, he would secretly move Chuan Lian and Meng Yuexue to Fufeng County City.

Openly repair the plank road, secretly cross the Chen Cang pass.

How exactly to make the entire Immortal Pavilion fall into such a state of alert was the second 'move.'

He had already figured out how to make that move.

And he was about to implement it.

As he thought this, he reached into his robe and took out an exquisite jade vase containing a special elixir designed to stimulate the rapid circulation of the Golden Bell Shield. He prepared to use his Inner Strength to extract the Vital Energy that filled his meridians, assimilate it into his body, and refine his physique.

But just as he opened the jade vase and before he could swallow the elixir, Wang Anfeng suddenly felt a sense of nausea, almost instinctively reacting with the urgency of a thunderclap. He hastily resealed the jade vase and turned his head, opening his mouth and taking deep breaths.

Good grief, he felt like vomiting...

He had just consumed seventy percent of a Sixth Rank Martial Artist's Poison Skill, plus thirty years of accumulated strength.

This time, he had truly 'bitten off more than he could chew.'

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