Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 528 - 172: Severing the Jade Void, Entering the Mortal World (3600) (1/2)

This sentence really has a misleading intent.

At the very least, among those from Shaolin Temple, Hong Luoyu, who enjoyed lively scenes the most in his life, now had his eyes light up. He had just been lying languidly in the air and without any apparent movement, he had already appeared in front of that illusion, floating.

His eyes fixed on the outside, an inexplicable expression emerged on his face as he chuckled, then he laughed out loud, his face full of an 'every man understands' look.

If this demeanor were to be thrown into a bustling market, eight or nine out of ten young ladies would deem him a shameless philanderer and, blushing, would hit him with a clothes pole.

Of course, this world still judges by appearances.

With Hong Luoyu's looks, as long as he kept quiet, it was not impossible for him to be mistaken for a debonair, unconventional young master of a noble clan, even if blamed by young ladies, they would still blush, tremble, and jestingly strike him as they scolded.

If it were a burly man instead, he might get a ruthless beating and be thrown half-dead into jail, without a pretty girl or a warm quilt, just shivering and spending time with cockroaches and rats watching the moon and counting the stars.

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What about Gong Yu?

Upon hearing this, Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, carefully calculated, and realized that he had known Gong Yu for about three years. The last time he was chased and wanted by people from White Tiger Hall, it had been Gong Yu who helped him break the siege.

In that journey, Gong Yu had displayed her Flame Summer Frost Snow martial arts and quite decisive Jianghu experience, slaughtering when it was time to slaughter and beheading when it was time to behead without any hesitation.

The only drawback was that during the interrogation for information, she didn't plan to spare them at all.

The somewhat harrowing screams did indeed make them a bit apprehensive, but upon reflection now, that decisiveness was probably due to her natural disposition rather than Jianghu experience.

Because her heart was enlightened, she was never ashamed of her actions and never hesitated.

Such a temperament was even more suitable for swordsmanship than his own.

Or even if not practicing swordsmanship, whatever type of martial arts she practiced, even if it were just practicing boxing or knife techniques, she would be able to stand above ninety-nine percent of the people in Jianghu, and no one could dispute that.

Zhu Ling's gaze did not shift from Wang Anfeng's body at all as she waited for his response, while her right hand picked up a pale blue and white porcelain teacup beside her, seemingly about to enjoy some tea. Wang Anfeng collected his thoughts and after a moment, said:

"Cold on the outside, warm on the inside, devoted to the sword."

"Just that Lady Gong, though she has Jianghu experience, seems... a bit too naive."

He pondered for a moment, using a rather mild word.

Naive, just like himself three years ago. Of course, the present Gong Yu was definitely much better than he had been back then. After all, in his eyes three years ago, this woman who came from the Hidden Sect was considered experienced.

But actually, with a Fifth Rank martial artist's perception of the Qi mechanism of Heaven and Earth, it was himself, Wang Anfeng, the first to detect Danfeng Valley and White Tiger Hall, and he knew that this senior, despite having some experience, was really 'biased in her specialty.'

"Yes, indeed so."

Zhu Ling seemed quite in agreement upon hearing this, sighed softly, and casually set down the valuable pale blue and white porcelain teacup, making a sound—it was clearly heavy.

The tea inside had already been drunk dry while she idly waited for Wang Anfeng to arrive. As for why she held this teacup in her hand...

Just now, if Wang Anfeng had said something like "Lady Gong is very beautiful, I really like her," he would have understood why and it would definitely be an unforgettable experience for life.

Luckily, Wang Anfeng did not say that, so before him, there still was a genial sect leader of Qingfeng Edge, just sitting there sighing with a worried expression.

If the one sighing had been an ordinary woman in her forties or fifties, it might have made one think of a mother worrying about her children. But the woman before him seemed to be about the same age as Gong Yu, making Wang Anfeng feel like she was the kind of village sister who wanted to meddle in everything.

Zhu Ling slapped her palm on the table beside her and sighed heavily again, saying:

"It is indeed so...

"That child, although she is my disciple, actually just followed beside her great-uncle when I brought her to the mountain, just as I had just taken over as the leader of Qingfeng Edge, and didn't have much mental energy to look after her.

"At the beginning, I didn't really care.

"There are not a few in Qingfeng Edge with extraordinary talents, many even more so than Yu'er. Since Yu'er liked to follow behind her great-uncle, I just let her be."

"But who knew that Yu'er would strenuously train our Qingfeng Edge's Slaughter Sword Technique into the Fairy Sword of legend.

"Others climb step by step, holding the sword, thrusting the sword, mastering movement techniques and vigorous Qi gradually. But she followed her great-grandmaster closely, copying step-for-step, hardly understanding, yet when she looked back, she was already beyond the high mountains, not seeing a single person behind."

Zhu Ling paused her voice, then not sure whether to be proud or helpless, shook her head and sighed, whispering:

"My sword strikes from Kunlun, stepping across Jade Void, to the east I slay a pair of flood dragons, then return to the North Sea to roar mightily..."

Wang Anfeng, looking at the woman sitting in the seat of honor seemingly regretful and shaking her head, compared this to Mr. Ying's critique of him and confirmed that the latter was really showing off in front of him, and couldn't help but laugh and cry inside, feeling helpless.

But Zhu Ling's seniority was indeed great, and since she was only talking about the beginning of the matter, he could only honestly stay below and listen, at most expressing his slight inner resistance with silence and his gaze.