Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 620 - 235 Jianghu (Combined - )

Mei Zimo propped himself up with one hand on the ground, barely sitting beneath the mountain rocks, blood flowing from the corner of his mouth, his handsomely chiseled face swollen from the beating. He dared not say much, let alone approach, simply curling up on the ground, sobbing softly.

Apart from him, the Mei Family had two other young members, who at that moment were as silent as if in the presence of a chilling cicada; these graceful scions of the Noble Clan, who normally stood out, now had to suppress even their breathing. Without a word from Wang Anfeng, they dared not assist Mei Zimo, merely forcing smiles on their faces.

Wang Anfeng raised his hand to gently stroke Lin Qiaofu's head, then turned to look at the two men, and said softly,

"Go on, attend to his wounds, no need to stand here."

"I just hope that what happened today will be truthfully reported to your family elders."

The two youths, as if granted amnesty, hastily paid their respects to Wang Anfeng, then told Mei Lianhua that they would not accompany her back to the Mei Family. They made a wide arc, finally rushing to their elder brother beneath the rock wall, not daring to get close to Wang Anfeng's vicinity.

Yuchi Jie stood aside, witnessing this scene with an odd expression on his face. When he had first met Wang Anfeng through Qingfeng Edge, he had never seen such a demeanor, nor had he imagined that Wang Anfeng could be this frightening, truly chilling to the bone.

He had thought Wang Anfeng was an uncommonly gentle and refined gentleman.

Mei Lianhua still stood in place, somewhat at a loss. Wang Anfeng no longer paid her any attention, gently tapped Lin Qiaofu's forehead, then picked up the plump rabbit, smiling warmly, and said,

"Let's go; it would indeed be too hasty just to return to the city like this."

"Let's find a place to gather some berries and eat this rabbit first... Heh, as expected, those Noble Clan young masters, in hopes of a leisurely shoot for the opening hunt, have indeed fed it until it's nice and plump; it should taste quite good."

Lin Qiaofu's eyes brightened at these words, almost ready to put the day's events behind her, and she volunteered eagerly,

"Then, I'll go find some berries!"

Wang Anfeng smiled and nodded, saying, "Be careful, and, Lv girl, you go with Qiaofu as well, and pick more..."

Lv Baiping hesitated for a moment, then nodded.

The young girl seemed somewhat reluctant, feeling that for something as minor as gathering berries, she could manage alone, but with Wang Anfeng having spoken, she did not refuse.

Moments later, on a gentle hillside meadow in Mount Hua, Mei Lianhua sat on a green rock, watching Wang Anfeng skillfully gut the plump rabbit and clean it by a nearby stream.

He passed an arrow through the rabbit's entrails, suspending it between two sections of a log and slowly rotating it.

Then, reaching to his waist, he pulled several small pouches from a hidden bag, which contained various finely powdered spices.

Mei Lianhua gazed on, somewhat stunned.

Could these be...

As Wang Anfeng rotated the roasting rabbit, he evenly sprinkled the powdered spices over the meat.

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Mei Lianhua instinctively sniffed lightly, the pungent scent of spices from the Western Regions known as cumin filling her nostrils; recognizing these items, she paused once more in surprise.

Because the rabbit was so plump, it was spared from turning into dry tinder; stimulated by the seasoning powders, a fragrant aroma began to emerge, wafting enticingly to everyone's noses.

Yuchi Jie swallowed discreetly, watching Wang Anfeng, who carried more than five kinds of seasoning powders on him. Now, Wang Anfeng was explaining in a soft voice to Lin Qiaofu and the others the best way to enjoy the roasted meat, his words mellow, his face showing no trace of the oppressiveness seen moments before, amiable as ever.

Yuchi Jie touched his chin.

What kind of person was this guy…?

Could this usual demeanor simply be a façade?

Wang Anfeng looked up at Yuchi Jie, smiling, and said, "Yuchi, would you like some?"

Yuchi Jie snapped back to reality, and naturally nodded, saying,

"Yes."

"Extra spicy."

Wen Yuzhe's heart pounded wildly. Even though he prided himself on being talented and looked down upon the Noble Clan youths who flocked around him, his current demeanor wasn't much better than that of Gao Zhenhai and his ilk, likewise bereft of rational thought.

His gaze shifted to a glaring white space.

Beneath Mount Hua, nearly ten miles of forest terrain had been obliterated in an instant.

Where it once stood, only emptiness remained.

Wen Yuzhe took a deep breath, then exhaled slowly, managing to suppress his fear, maintaining perfect composure on his face. He glanced at Gao Zhenhai, who was on the ground, somewhere between laughing and crying, with contempt in his eyes. He rose and walked away, leaving without a backward glance.

The man clad in grey followed with his sword in arms, his movements light, fluttering like a shadow.

About several hundred meters later, Wen Yuzhe snapped the folding fan shut against his palm, murmuring softly,

"...What rank?"

The man in grey, hugging his sword and bowing, was silent for a moment before finally replying in a hoarse voice, "I cannot tell..."

"You cannot tell?"

"Yes, the power to alter the landscape of Heaven and Earth should belong to those who have surpassed Longmen and reached the Middle Third Rank, and that strike could even have touched the higher echelons of the Fifth Rank.

But I did not sense him mobilizing Heaven and Earth during that arrow shot.

It seemed as if it were purely the result of brute force."

Surprise was evident in the man's voice.

"Brute force?"

"Heavenly Dragon Institute?!"

Wen Yuzhe sucked in a cold breath, feeling his heart lurch, then rising within him was a sense of fortunate relief, thankful for his own caution. Otherwise, he might truly have paid dearly.

One shock after another – first Qingfeng Edge, now the Heavenly Dragon Institute – the oncoming force was simply too ferocious. He stood still, feeling his breath grow short.