Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 546 - 187: The Elder with the Sword on His Back (1/2)

Lv Baiping stealthily watched Hong Luoyu, who carried the Jue Que Sword.

The latter seemed to be only around twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old. There were two similarly aged seniors within the Qingfeng Edge, so she was not as astonished as her great-uncle Shi Jian. Her mind was still pondering the words Lin Qiaofu had just spoken.

She wondered whether the person before her was an illusion or reality.

Hong Luoyu casually threw the Jue Que Sword on the ground. The sword edge was so sharp that it directly plunged halfway into the soil.

Lv Baiping glanced at the big man, whose energies were far from vigorous, and said,

"Is this fellow going to die?"

Hong Luoyu shook his head and replied,

"How could it be that simple?"

"An ordinary Martial Artist could simply be slapped to death, but it's not an easy matter for even those stronger than these purely External Cultivation experts to take their lives."

Lv Baiping, for some reason, let out a silent sigh of relief.

If it were that easy to kill even such adept practitioners of External Cultivation, it would be far too horrifying.

Hong Luoyu bent over to inspect the Sword Master of the Jue Que Sword and casually said,

"He's not dead, but his Martial Arts might as well be."

"He still has a breath left."

Lv Baiping opened her mouth.

A breath left...

What difference did that make from being dead?

Hong Luoyu raised his hand and placed it on the iron mask of the Jue Que Sword Master, moved it slightly, and raised an eyebrow, saying,

"Hmm? It seems he's a member of the Suicide Squad. So that's how it is..."

"Quite a malicious tactic."

"It appears the person behind this is someone of significant standing..."

Upon hearing this, Wang Anfeng frowned, leaned down, and spread his five fingers to grasp the iron mask. Despite his Inner Strength, the mask wouldn't budge; it seemed to have grown onto the face of the Jue Que Sword Master.

The Yuchi Family's retainers helped Yuchi Jie over. The young man tapped the mask and grinned, saying, "Just as the senior said, this is indeed a big fish."

"Having the resources to raise a Suicide Squad in such a manner is quite uncommon."

Lv Baiping looked at Wang Anfeng, whose expression had darkened slightly, then turned her head to look at the grinning yet rueful Yuchi Jie. Her mind was a mess, not understanding what these people were talking about. She gazed down at the Jue Que Sword Master, whose breath was weak, and said,

"Can't the mask be removed?"

Hong Luoyu responded leisurely, "Of course it can't be removed."

Lv Baiping didn't believe it and lifted the man's mask, but indeed it didn't move an inch. She knitted her brows and planned to exert more force.

Lin Qiaofu, with a pallid little face, tugged at Lv Baiping's sleeve but didn't wish to come closer, her gaze lowered as she said,

"Sister, don't go over there..."

"What's wrong?"

Lv Baiping turned to look at her.

Lin Qiaofu's face grew whiter as she said,

"This man should be 'Iron Float.' That mask has already grown onto his face. If, if you tear off the mask, then..."

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"Then?"

Lv Baiping was stunned but then quickly realized. Meanwhile, Yuchi Jie touched her shoulder.

When Lv Baiping turned around, she saw the Noble Clan Disciple cover one cheek with his right hand, then violently flip it up while at the same time stepping forward, emitting a woeful scream.

Even for someone as brave as Lv Baiping, this scare shook her tremendously. She recoiled as if electrocuted, retracting her right hand and stepping back two paces, her complexion turning pale.

Yuchi Jie put down his right hand, spread it out toward Lv Baiping, and laughed, saying,

"Like that..."

"The facial skin would be torn off along with it, and then Miss Lv, you would see muscle, white bone, eyeballs, and the nasal bone..."

"Shut up!"

Lv Baiping's face turned pale, but Yuchi Jie continued to describe with fervor.

Lv Baiping seemed unable to endure it any longer and abruptly raised her sheathed sword, lashing it towards Yuchi Jie's face. Lin Qiaofu whimpered and held tightly onto her sister's sleeve.

The Yuchi Family's retainer, holding a broken sword, observed with detachment, as if meditating, pretending not to hear Yuchi Jie's scream and stood still as a rock.

When they set off, the Family Head had said,

As long as it's not a matter of life and death, don't bother with the trouble this unlucky person causes; it's his own right to encounter some misfortune, as long as he isn't beaten to death, it's fine.

Thinking about Yuchi Jie's recent provocation to the Fish Intestine Sword Master, the retainer sighed inwardly, harboring a somewhat rebellious thought.

Indeed, he was an unlucky fellow...

Wang Anfeng, watching Yuchi Jie holding his head and fleeing in embarrassment, could not help but raise his hand to his forehead and sigh helplessly. However, he also understood that after a life-and-death crisis, everyone's suppressed fear had not been vented.

With Yuchi Jie's commotion, both Lin Qiaofu and Lv Baiping would release some of the pressure inside them, so it wouldn't accumulate and cause further issues later.

From this perspective, this noble's son wasn't just any pampered scion.

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But this method was akin to self-mutilation.

Wang Anfeng felt helpless as he looked at Yuchi Jie, who was fleeing with bumps all over his head, and thought of the Shaolin Temple, and the third master who had taken flight in a spiral countless times.

He turned his head to look at Hong Luoyu beside him, and somehow felt that this noble clan disciple and his third master would get along very well.

"What's wrong, Anfeng...?"

Hong Luoyu noticed his gaze and asked curiously.

Wang Anfeng shelved the thought; he certainly didn't want that already ridiculously over-the-top skinny horse to learn another supreme skill. After thinking for a moment, he said:

"I was just wondering, Master, when do you plan to return, since you're out this time?"

Hong Luoyu smiled and extended his right hand.

The limbs of this mechanical body of superior rank were virtually indistinguishable from those of an ordinary person. He examined his fingers and said casually:

"No rush."

"It's not often I get to come out. How could I return so soon?"

"Moreover, if I were to go back, you guys might be in danger. I'll stay with you for a while until things here are settled, then leave. Don't worry; those two moves just now didn't consume much of my inner strength."

Wang Anfeng breathed a sigh of relief and said:

"That would be for the best..."

He paused, then thought of something else and said:

"By the way, Master, we made quite a commotion just now with our sparring, and this isn't a place to linger. Let's leave early and find an inn in the nearest town to rest, shall we?"

Hong Luoyu laughed:

"As you wish."

Wang Anfeng nodded, then walked towards Gong Yu and the others. They had almost lost their lives just now, and the memory was still fresh and terrifying; naturally, they didn't want to linger any longer.

Although their carriages and mounts had been destroyed in the aftermath of the fight, each of them was a martial artist of Jianghu, skilled enough to rely on their own capabilities. Even the youngest, Lin Qiaofu, was a core disciple of the Hidden Sword Sect's Qingfeng Edge, with ninth-grade inner strength, and was swift on her feet.

Before leaving, Hong Luoyu stated that although they were enemies, death was of great significance. Furthermore, since they were all martial artists of Jianghu, it was better to bury them so that they could rest in peace.

After mumbling something, he naturally stood aside, watching Great-Uncle Tai and the Yuchi Family dig with weapons that had been severed by the Fish Intestine Sword.

Due to the recent skirmish, the ground for several miles around had turned to frozen earth, covered in a thick layer of frost, making it extremely difficult to dig.

Hong Luoyu casually tossed the Jue Que Sword that lay by his side at Great-Uncle Tai's feet. This sword, one of the top ten famous swords of the previous generation, was reduced to a tool for digging. The sword's wide blade, even if the frost was from Gong Yu, greatly increased the digging efficiency.

A moment later, two holes were dug, and the Sword Masters of Jue Que and Fish Intestine were tossed in. They covered the graves with earth to prevent them from being gnawed by wolves, then stopped.

Great-Uncle Tai held the sword in both hands and returned it to Hong Luoyu.

Hong Luoyu glanced at the sword, yawned, and waved his hand, saying casually:

"The sword is too heavy for me to carry right now. Keep it for my disciple for the time being..."

Great-Uncle Tai was momentarily surprised.

Hong Luoyu said:

"Not willing?"

In his tone, he extended his right hand, as if he was going to retake the Jue Que Sword.

"No, no, willing, very willing..."

"Of course, I'm willing!"

Great-Uncle Tai came back to his senses, subconsciously pulling the Jue Que Sword closer and repeatedly answered. Seeing Hong Luoyu retract his hand, he finally relaxed and carefully examined the sword of great renown in his hands.

However, he couldn't make out anything remarkable; he only kept nodding and smiling.

His palms caressed the sword's broad blade, trembling slightly, and then he carefully slung Jue Que onto his back, straightening his posture.

The sword was broad and heavy, but Great-Uncle Tai could only feel a comforting sense of security.

Hong Luoyu smiled faintly, looking past Great-Uncle Tai at the two crude graves.

Who knew that this place buried two first-rate experts of Jianghu?

Composing himself, Hong Luoyu still wore that light smile as he turned around and said:

"Let's go!"

"Yes..."

The group walked away, blending into the traffic on the official road, indistinguishable from any other traveling martial artists.

The area that had just witnessed a life-and-death struggle was now silent, the early spring buzz of insects gone, leaving only vast expanses of frost-sealed ground silently recounting the recent events.

Within one of the two crude graves, the slightly smaller one that held the Sword Master of Fish Intestine, a jade bead suddenly appeared beneath the palm in the midst of the stillness.

Lights flowed across it.

Suddenly, the grave collapsed in on itself without a sound.

It was empty.

PS: The first chapter of today is presented here…

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