Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 521 - 165: Come Like Thunder to Quell the Rage (2/2)

In that moment, Wang Anfeng finally saw the temperament of a martial artist in the young man before him.

The latter glanced at him, a mercantile smile returning to his face, dispersing the martial aura he had just shown, and chuckled,

"But little brother, you must be here for the same reason as us."

"How about this? Why not wait here below? Although Qingfeng Edge is a hermit sect, they are still people. Since they are people, they need to eat, drink, and sleep, and they need to interact with the outside world, which means there must be times when they leave their sect."

"If we wait here, there will definitely be an opportunity."

Confronted with such remarks, Wang Anfeng merely smiled without responding. Seeing this, the young man lowered his voice and said to Wang Anfeng,

"Little brother, you've also seen that there are many people here."

Wang Anfeng nodded, looking over the many swordsmen, and sighed,

"Indeed, there are quite a few."

The young man chuckled again,

"To my knowledge, Qingfeng Edge is protected by a double formation outside, one is a Bagua Maze Formation laid down by Taoist Sect experts, and the other, it is said, was left by the ancestors of Qingfeng Edge to obscure their tracks."

"Do not be fooled by our current location at the foot of Qingfeng Edge's entrance; in fact, we haven't even seen the real entrance yet."

"This time, who knows how long it will take to wait for a Sword Immortal from Qingfeng Edge to come down. If the little brother stays in the town below the mountain, going back and forth will inevitably waste a lot of time. What if the Sword Immortal leaves the mountain during your journey down? Wouldn't that be extremely unfortunate?"

"Brother here happens to have some spare houses to rent. Seeing that little brother you possess a firm heart in pursuing the Dao, I'll reluctantly sell it to you at a cost of only five pieces of silver per month. For an additional five, you will even have hot meals delivered daily, saving you much time. What do you think?"

The corners of the young man's mouth lifted slightly, his eyes bright.

He had already determined that the person before him was not the kind of martial artist who bullied others with his strength and was unreasonable.

Wang Anfeng chuckled and shook his head, saying,

"Thank you for informing me. I will take my leave…"

Wang Anfeng's gaze shifted to the young man before him, pausing at the sword the other was carrying on his back, then added, "Actually, if you could be less distracted, perhaps you could gain more progress on the martial path."

The young man was momentarily taken aback, indifferent to the latter part of what Wang Anfeng said, and tried to persuade him again, "Do you really not want the house, little brother?"

"We have an affinity for each other. So, how about this, Brother will give you a discount of three pennies a month?"

The young man bit his lip, seeming to have made a lot of concessions.

Wang Anfeng chuckled softly.

Without responding, he turned and walked away. His green robe swaying lightly, he strolled leisurely and said,

"There's truly no need."

"I'm quite familiar with this place."

The young man was stunned for a moment, then quickly realized what those words meant. A fervent look flashed in his eyes as he stepped forward, only to find that the figure in green had vanished as if with a casual step, the young man had disappeared from the world.

Inside, he felt an emptiness, as if he had missed some opportunity.

Reflecting on what Wang Anfeng had just said, he couldn't help but raise his hand to touch the sword at his back. The hilt felt chill to the touch, and his face showed hesitation.

Just then, he saw another young swordsman approach the entrance from outside. This newcomer bore a similar look of confusion as Wang Anfeng, and several peers had already taken notice and were subtly moving closer to him.

The young man's expression hardened, and letting go of the sword hilt, he cast aside the thoughts that had just arisen in his mind. He took a few quick steps towards the white-robed swordsman.

Wang Anfeng's gaze had already shifted, vanishing from the bustling mountain entrance below.

Just as in the past.

He felt his body breaking through a layer of gentle Qi Mechanism and then the whole of Heaven and Earth Phenomena transformed before him. Gone were the sword-seeking swordsmen, gray-haired or beautiful, and the view ahead was much wider than before.

In the center stood a massive Greenstone Longsword, half its blade buried in the ground, as if someone had brandished and thrust it into the earth.

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Suspended from the hilt aiming towards the sky, there were eight thick iron chains. These chains fell based on the Bagua layout, deeply embedded in the ground, immovable by the wind.

Looking up at the blade of the Greenstone Longsword, several lines of large characters were inscribed.

Wang Anfeng had barely approached when he felt the intense cold sharpness from the Stone Sword, oppressing him from all directions, fierce and chilling, like a sword drawn from its scabbard.

The hairs on the back of his neck instinctively stood on end.

The Wooden Sword on his back, which had resonated with Divine Charm since his journey from Pharmacist Valley and taken half a step into the realm of Divine Weapons, suddenly let out a low howl.

The Sword Scabbard, specially materialized by the Scholar of Shaolin Temple to seal the Wooden Sword's Divine Weapon Spirit Rhythm, seemed to have lost its original purpose at this moment.

The breath of Divine Charm wrapped around the whole Wooden Sword.

Simultaneously, the Greenstone Giant Sword left by the ancestor of Qingfeng Edge suddenly emitted a loud cry. There were eight lines of poetry inscribed on the sword, one of which, the seventh line, suddenly lit up.

Four characters, in particular, shone brilliantly.

Thunderbolt and Lightning.

The sound of a sharp sword being drawn echoed beside his ear. Wang Anfeng was briefly bewildered as the scene before him seemed to shift, his vision filled with the gleaming light of swords, executing complex and mysterious sword moves aimed at the vital points around his body, sweeping towards him.

Such a grand spectacle almost coalesced into illusions that outlined Heaven and Earth.

The Qi mechanism rapidly expanded, affecting the formation beyond this location.

In that camp, the young swordsman who had just chatted with Wang Anfeng was using the same set of arguments to persuade the newly arrived swordsman.

The latter was not as resolute as Wang Anfeng; after hearing the young man lower the price, he was already tempted, and the young man's persuasion became even more zealous, nearly pulling out all the stops.

But at that moment, both of them felt a chill on their backs, and the hair on their bodies stood on end.

It was as if in an instant they had been targeted by the most adept swordsman, their facial expressions froze in a flash, and their voices abruptly halted.

In the deadly silence, a humming sound arose from the sword scabbards behind them.

The sound of the swords chiming became increasingly high-pitched, gradually turning aggressive, melding into one, ending with a continuous, piercing howl as they all unsheathed, wailing incessantly.

The young man's face was filled with a confused and terrified expression; for some reason, his mind suddenly thought of the swordsman in green robes who had just disappeared.

Could it be...

His pupils widened in shock.

The clear and murderous sound of the swords suddenly intensified, the longswords resonated, and an invisible Sword Qi abruptly swept across the vicinity.

Within the thunderous blast, the entire ground was shaved off a layer, the airwaves surged, and though the swordsmen were not injured, they were thoroughly disheveled, looking at the sight of the swords chiming in unison around them with shock written all over their faces.

Some people couldn't help but sit down on the ground.

"What is this..."

Inside the Qingfeng Edge sect.

The woman dressed in a white Sword Robe abruptly opened her eyes, perceiving the change in heavenly phenomena, her expression subtly altered.

Her right hand grasped the longsword that lay across her knees, and with two steps, she leaped into the air, her clothes billowing, her appearance surpassing the beauty of others, but with seven or eight parts of a cold sharpness, which prevented any feelings of closeness from arising in one's heart.

Just like the deep snow buried under Heavenly Mountain.

Around her, sword-wielding disciples respectfully saluted and called her 'Uncle-Master'.

The woman with the sword made her way to the Qingfeng Edge's main training ground.

This place was the highest point of the entire Qingfeng Edge sect; standing now at the edge of the training ground, she looked down from atop the peak.

In the extreme reach of her ocular power, she could see continuous mountains enshrouded in fog; at the heart of the clouds, however, there was a sharp aura piercing the sky.

It stirred the surrounding mists as if a giant whale from the East Sea was moving, clouds spurting upwards, then falling back down, crashing onto the surrounding sea of clouds.

The fog surged like tide water, forming a majestic sight rarely seen in usual days.

Threads of mist, disrupted by the impact, even spread over the gate of Qingfeng Edge.

A disciple, watching this scene, was greatly moved; his heart nearly stopped beating. He wanted to call over his fellow disciples, but upon turning around and seeing the calm, sword-wielding woman, he quickly saluted and said:

"Uncle-Master Gong Yu..."

Gong Yu nodded slightly, her brows furrowed as she gazed at the anomaly below Qingfeng Edge; her expression calm as ice, she said:

"It is the Eight Gates of the sect's Sword Dao..."

"The Eight Gates of Sword Dao?"

Upon hearing this, the female disciple was slightly startled. She turned her head towards the vistas resembling Heaven and Earth Phenomena, her eyes filled with awe.

All disciples of the sect knew that the great formation guarding below the gate of Qingfeng Edge was the work of the sect's founding master. Carved upon it with swordsmanship were eight lines of characters; anyone who stepped in would endure the impact of Sword Intent. Those with low cultivation wouldn't feel much, but the higher one's cultivation, the greater the pressure they would face.

And to trigger such a magnificent sign...

The sword-wielding disciple's heart almost skipped a beat, she suppressed her thoughts, daring not to continue thinking.

Gong Yu looked down at the formation below, her right hand holding the sword, composedly said:

"Our sect's station has always been known only to profoundly established schools."

"The visitor likely bears no ill will and has merely been caught in the formation. I will go down the mountain to look; you go to inform the Sect Leader."

The female disciple saluted and agreed, but when she looked up again, Gong Yu's figure was no longer visible. Only in the far distance, the surging clouds caused by the Sword Array's movements came to a sudden halt.

Immediately, the sea of clouds collapsed from the center, surging and tumbling to either side, revealing a straight clear path through the middle.

It was as if the grand scene from just moments ago had been forcefully split by a sword, extending far into the distance. The female disciple couldn't help but inhale sharply, gazing at the quickly receding point of deep blue cold light, her face showing longing.

After standing transfixed for a few breaths, she finally turned and ran towards the sect's interior.

Outside Qingfeng Edge, at Myriad Swords Peak, where around a hundred longswords were hidden, at the highest place of the mountain, there was an unremarkable-looking wooden hut.

The hut was uninhabited; inside there was only a table, and on the table lay a sword.

The sword was named Three Fools.

Used by the Sword Saint a hundred years ago.

Amidst the surrounding stillness, that day, it suddenly trembled and hummed softly.

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