Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 621 - 235 Jianghu (Two in One)_2

The man in gray remained silent, but the incident weighed heavily on his mind.

Back when the Great Qin was founded, it invited the leaders of Sects from all Seven Kingdoms of Jianghu, and Masters of Jianghu, to a grand gathering. It was considered a major event where they debated the future power structure of the realm.

That year, the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Dragon Institute and the Sect Leader of the Taoist Sect were honored guests. However, due to incessant disputes among various factions, they somehow managed to enrage the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Dragon Institute.

With just a single punch, he knocked all those eloquently speaking founders of the factions to the ground. The Taoist Sect Leader used a sweep of his sleeves to deflect the Vigorous Qi, saving himself from embarrassment. Aside from that, even the Elders of the Seven Major Sects couldn't escape, ending up thoroughly beaten.

Still not appeased, the Sect Leader of the Heavenly Dragon Institute downed three jars of strong liquor, sat on the rooftop, and directed a furious tirade toward the direction of Heaven Capital City for the duration of an incense stick's burning. Then, he left nine fist imprints on Heavenly Secrets Peak and strode away.

However, the emperor, known to posterity for his fierce and martial prowess, was not angered. It was said that upon hearing the news, he laughed heartily instead, hailing him as the most forthright hero in the world, the most boisterous, and also the biggest drunkard.

Since there were nine fist imprints, he decided to simply divide the Warriors of the world into Ninth Grades.

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Afterwards, he even used the finest wines in the world to invite that unparalleled Sect Leader, who could dominate the world with brute force, to the Capital several times. Today, if the descendants of the Imperial Family practice martial arts, their first choice is the Foundation Establishment technique from the Heavenly Dragon Institute, much to the discomfort of the Three Teachings.

And now, they occupy a famous mountain in the Northwest, with chains across the river.

Among the Seven Major Sects of the world, they rank fourth.

Wen Yuzhe took a deep breath and said, "After you return today, discreetly caution Gao Zhenhai and the other one that their father relies on my family. If they are careless with their words and reveal anything they shouldn't, he knows what fate awaits him."

The swordsman in gray saluted with his arms crossed and said, "Understood."

Wen Yuzhe nodded, his expression returning to calm.

First, he would get himself out of this predicament. As for later, when he would have to face the Mei Family, Qingfeng Edge, and possibly the Heavenly Dragon Institute—the immense pressure from these three behemoths—it wasn't his concern how Gao Zhenhai and the others would handle themselves.

Originally, he had only intended to teach the Mei Family a lesson, something he had done frequently in the past. Yet, he never expected to run into such a massive issue this time.

He took a couple of steps and then, as though remembering something, he said nonchalantly:

"The trouble was caused by the son of the vice-prefect of Wanling."

"Today, tell the vice-prefect that he must break his son's legs and personally take him to the Mei Family to apologize, if he wishes to keep his position and his family's fortunes."

"A vice-prefect of Shangzhou is ranked one grade higher than a vice-prefect of a lower prefecture. Many are eyeing that position, so consider this a friendly warning. He's been doing well there, and I do not wish to see him lose his position."

The swordsman in gray showed no surprise, nodded, and said:

"I understand."

Wang Anfeng and the others finally enjoyed the roasted rabbit, and Mei Lianhua also came to understand why Lin Qiaofu was so obsessed. Although the Mei Family wasn't extravagantly wealthy and had a history of three hundred years, they had tasted exotic delicacies from land and sea. Yet, she had never tasted anything like this.

Lin Qiaofu ate with relish, not caring in the slightest whether her behavior was proper or not.

Mei Lianhua, holding her chopsticks, had a thoughtful look in her eyes, and glancing at the pouches Wang Anfeng had set aside, mused with a smile:

"Brother Wang, what did you add to this meat earlier?"

Wang Anfeng replied with a smile:

"Herbs."

Mei Lianhua paused for a moment and asked:

"Brother Wang, do you also know medical arts?"

Before Wang Anfeng could answer, Yuchi Jie rolled his eyes and mimicked his tone:

"Because one gets used to living outside, they need to know a little of everything."

"Is that so?"

Wang Anfeng smiled and nodded:

"Indeed, that is so."

Yuchi Jie was obviously not satisfied with this answer and rolled his eyes excessively before biting fiercely into the rabbit meat.

Mei Lianhua continued to ponder.

Even the fattest rabbit, divided among everyone, did not offer a lot to eat, especially since Lin Qiaofu had saved a portion for Gong Yu, who was still practicing swordsmanship in the Mei residence, unaware of the events outside. It was even more insufficient.

When they left the group earlier, they didn't bother with the horses, but the saying that an old horse knows the way is not unfounded. Perhaps because they hadn't gone far, the horses ambled around and eventually found their way to them.

The group rode down from Mount Hua, but no matter how much Mei Lianhua urged, Wang Anfeng consistently refused to return to Mei's residence, choosing a guesthouse with a wide view along with Lin Qiaofu and the others.

As usual, they relied on the generous Yuchi Jie to throw down a handful of Silver Coins and book the best rooms. Wanling was a big city, and he had just withdrawn money from the city's trade house. With the old master gone, his spending was lavishly unreserved.

Mei Lianhua followed them right up to the guesthouse, making note of the place before leaving reluctantly. Wang Anfeng watched her depart, his expression slowly becoming serene. People flowed past him on both sides like river water, and he stood there for a dozen breaths before finally turning back to his room.

The top three floors of this guesthouse contained rooms, while the bottom served as a restaurant.

In the large city of Wanling, diners at the restaurant ranged from literate Scholars to adventurers and Warriors. Wang Anfeng placed his Broad Sword on the table, and the waiter brought a pot of green tea.

He sat to one side, lost in the view outside.

Around him, Martial Artists from Jianghu spoke loudly about their experiences, saying they had just come down from Mount Hua and heard a loud noise, seemingly seeing a Flying Dragon ascending the skies. When they checked, lo and behold, almost ten miles of forest land had been flattened.