Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 554 - 195: Once an Immortal Calculated Fortune (5200 words, 2-in-1)

Yuchi Jie carried his right hand on his back as he walked out of his guest room. He did not immediately go downstairs to wander around but stood on this floor, merely separated by a carved window sill, gazing at the outside scenery.

The location chosen for this inn was naturally a place where people come and go, and within Jing Feng City, it was considered not bad, but it was far from being comparable to State City or County City.

Yuchi Jie looked around for quite a while but didn't spot any exceptionally beautiful women; there were only ordinary citizens and towel-headed children, who were of no interest to those pampered nobles from Noble Clans.

Yet, he still declared with satisfaction, "Not bad," retracted his gaze, and appeared even more refreshed and clear-headed.

Only, he felt it was a pity that he didn't have a Folding Fan in hand. If he waved one gently, adopting a breezy and carefree air, reciting a couple of verses bought with money at County City's Academy, he would indeed embody the epitome of elegance, able to incite whispers of admiration from young girls on the street.

Yuchi Jie smacked his lips with some regret.

Behind him, the facial expression of the old family retainer, Lao Lu, remained undisturbed by the waves.

Ever since he had handed over the secret letter from the old Family Head to Yuchi Jie earlier that day, the latter had been behaving this way. As for what was written inside, he did not know.

When he left the clan, the old Family Head had given him the secret letter and simply told him to stay behind the young master at all times, doing his best to protect Yuchi Jie's life.

Everything else was not his concern.

Yuchi Jie withdrew his gaze and strolled leisurely outside. On the way, he encountered Lin Qiaofu and Gong Yu, and because he did not see Lv Baiping, who had given him a lump on the head with a sword scabbard, he boldly nodded at the two Qingfeng Edge disciples.

Among them, Lin Qiaofu was the kindest and most polite. She returned the greeting only to see that Yuchi Jie, having just changed clothes yesterday, was wearing another new outfit today; the color had shifted from pale yellow to a mixture of cinnabar and sandalwood. Her expression stiffened for a moment.

She turned her head instinctively toward Gong Yu.

Seeing that the previously serious and contemplative Gong Yu was now completely at ease, simply nodding slightly toward Yuchi Jie with a serene expression, no different from usual.

Lin Qiaofu was momentarily at a loss.

After the cheerfully carefree Yuchi Jie swaggered off, she turned to Gong Yu and asked blankly:

"Uncle Master, do you recognize him?"

Gong Yu's expression was unperturbed as he shook his head, seemingly taking it for granted as he said:

"Naturally, I do not."

Lin Qiaofu:

"...!"

"Eh?!"

Yuchi Jie walked out of the inn and stood still in the backyard, stretching his arms and taking a deep breath. This area was generally off-limits to the ordinary guests, so despite being in a bustling market, it was quite quiet.

The shopkeeper had hired a specialist to design the layout, where attention to detail and dexterity was evident, each step forward revealing different scenes, possessing much of the aura of Jiangnan Road.

He casually walked forward a few steps and saw Wang Anfeng standing in a pavilion, with a wooden stick in hand, tapping it lightly on the ground as if it were a sword. Though it appeared to be a common gesture, neither Yuchi Jie nor Lao Lu would entertain such a thought.

The young man's scene of withstanding the Jue Que Sword Master's attack the previous day had been seared into their minds, still unforgettable even now, and they knew it wouldn't fade for a foreseeable and lengthy period of time.

Yuchi Jie narrowed his eyes, glancing behind Wang Anfeng.

He did not see the unfathomably profound Hong Luoyu behind Wang Anfeng, but the white-haired elder, Uncle Jian, bearing the massive Jue Que Sword on his back, with a new scabbard fitted to it. The white-haired elder was dressed in blue, stood with his hands behind him and presented a grander figure than old family retainer Lao Lu, who never smiled and was always as stiff as a poker face behind him.

Should he also find an old man like this as a Guard after returning home to his clan?

Yuchi Jie was lost in thought.

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Wang Anfeng noticed the Noble Clan disciple and lifted his hand to dissipate the faint Sword Gang that lingered on the dead branch, casually tossing it to the ground where it turned to ash upon contact. This scene was blocked by Wang Anfeng's body and went unnoticed by others.

As Yuchi Jie approached, he nodded at Wang Anfeng and Uncle Jian, smiling:

"Brother Wang, Elder Uncle Jian..."

Uncle Jian conducted a polite gesture toward this young master from a notable Noble Clan.

Wang Anfeng nodded in response, saying:

"Yuchi Brother."

"Hey, hey, no need for 'Yuchi Brother,' that's too formal," said Yuchi Jie with a playful grin, waving his hand as he quickly closed the gap, attempting to slap Wang Anfeng's back, but Wang dodged it smoothly. Even though Yuchi Jie was not embarrassed, he gave a thumbs-up and said familiarly:

"As the saying goes, two men become true friends when they've carried guns together, when they've—oh, I mean, when they've shared the same window. We've come through life and death together, after all. Brother Wang, do me a favor and just call me by my given name. Normally, one would use my courtesy name, but my old man keeps saying it's not the time yet and hasn't given me one."

Yuchi Jie sighed dramatically.

When talking about his own father, there was always a sense of teeth-gritting frustration.

After a moment of silence, Wang Anfeng reluctantly began:

"Yuchi..."

"Yeah, right here..." replied Yuchi Jie, looking up with a beaming face.

Wang Anfeng paused in his speech, instinctively stepping back.

The family guard, Lao Lu, with his mind in zen, earnestly pondered whether he could ensure his young master would remain in one piece if the man in front of them became enraged.

Or even half a piece...

Wang Anfeng fell silent, regarding the radiant, beaming Yuchi Jie. After several breaths, as if nothing had transpired before, he said: