Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 625 - 238: Riding a Horse in White Through Reed Flowers (Combined)

Wang Anfeng's expression slightly hardened, his eyes shadowed with a hidden brilliance. His ocular power abruptly increased as he scanned the area several times, yet he detected not the slightest anomaly.

His sensitivity to the surrounding aura was extremely acute, having met more than one grandmaster, but he had never encountered such a character. It was as if this person stepped down through a thousand layers of cloud and mist with overwhelming momentum when appearing, and yet departed nonchalantly. He couldn't help but turn back to look at Hong Luoyu and said,

"Third Master, she"

Hong Luoyu shook his head and chuckled,

"Do not ask, even asking will not reveal the knowledge."

"The Yin Yang Family has always produced experts in divination, with predicting fortunes and misfortunes as their strength. To cultivate to this level and possess abilities different from those of martial arts is normal. As for that impending calamity of blood..."

The cynical thief scoffed and said,

"All of us who have made it this far, who hasn't faced a calamity of blood? Even that old medicine pot, hasn't his hands been stained with more blood than most? Since we tread through Jianghu, is it not normal to be surrounded by the glint of blades and shadows of swords? Nonsense peddlers, I tell you, Anfeng, don't interfere with her matters."

"Attend to eating, drinking, and sleeping as usual. Should you truly encounter it..."

Wang Anfeng's right hand rested on the ceremonial sword, and he calmly said,

"Then drawing the sword is all there is."

Hong Luoyu clapped and laughed heartily.

Advancing thirteen steps forward, the atmosphere between heaven and earth lightened anew. Turning around, Wang Anfeng saw that the distance he and Hong Luoyu had covered, which seemed over twenty steps, was only about five steps beyond the tavern's sign.

The tavern shopkeeper sighed continually, muttering that the business was poor that day.

The crowd on either side was not bustling but was certainly not sparse.

Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze.

Just then, a fresh green willow leaf fell to the ground, picked up by the wind, drifting towards the river on the side of the road, casting faint ripples.

The Yin Yang Family…

Wang Anfeng felt a surge of emotion.

Among the various schools of thought, the Yin Yang Family was merely one of the less influential, barely comparable to the somewhat modest School of Names. Yet, it already possessed such extraordinary and magical techniques from the immortals. How formidable must the leading three sects be?

It was said that about five hundred years ago, the Yin Yang lineage had split from the Taoist Sect. Initially declaring itself a branch of Taoism, it later parted ways, resulting in a decline in its reputation.

In those years of conflict among states, the Daoist sect leader observed excessive indulgence among those in power, lacking in virtue, and deeply pondered the messages of Yin and Yang to advocate the whimsical changes, penning essays of great saints in excess of 100,000 words, commended by the then sect leader of Taoism.

Greatly praised as 'words elusive in profoundness, firstly tested on trivial matters, and then extrapolated to the boundless. Regarded as scholarly from the times of the Yellow Emperor, encompassing the rise and fall of ages, extended to the epoch before the existence of heaven and earth, ineffably profound.' The prestige was momentous at the time, enjoying a centennial before its end.

The deep studies of Yin and Yang and the Five Elements theories were gradually assimilated and incorporated by the three teachings over the centuries, gradually leading to decline. The contemporary leader of the Yin Yang Family, then at twenty-four, had taken over the Golden Rope Jade Lock and the Taiji Sword. Unversed in martial arts, yet remarkably stable, it was evident the talent had dwindled.

Only twenty years ago during the chaos of the Seven Kingdoms, employing the Art of Yin Yang for divining fortunes and calamities, he led over thirty thousand people across battlefields to reach Great Qin's Heavenly Capital City without a single casualty. His fame then soared like never before. The former Emperor dispatched envoys personally to welcome him into the palace, to articulate the theories of the Five Elements of heaven and earth, refuting the court officials, nearly leaving them speechless.

Over the next seven days, hermits from the hills who belonged to the schools of Confucianism, Mohism, and Taoism entered the capital. They debated with the young female leader of the Yin Yang Family, who was only old enough to be their granddaughter, for seven nights and days. The twenty-eight-year-old woman held her ground in all three debates, yet no one dared to underestimate her thereafter.

The prominent scholar who debated with her admitted his inferiority remedially as he straightened his robe to see her off.

However, it was rumored that an old minister privately mentioned that the profundities of the Yin Yang Family were immensely profound, comparable to the three teachings, yet difficult to comprehend and master. The common people might spend their entire lives without grasping its essence – it was one person's philosophy, one person's doctrine, not that of the world or all beings.

Because of Zhu Yunyan's emergence then, and now due to Wang Guanchan, it had revived.

While generations of the three schools always boasted great talents, avoiding gaps in succession, the Yin Yang Family produced a sage only every five hundred years. This recent revival might not wait another five hundred years, likely fading like many schools in the Bai Family.

Unless they find a secluded place to establish and teach undistracted.

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If others spoke thus, they would likely be ridiculed by the entire world. While scholars clad in white robes never hesitated to express their discontents through writing, the person who said this was truly prestigious, a veteran minister of three dynasties.

In the courts, those noble positions have complex connections with him, difficult to clarify, and several instances of reality have already proved the old gentleman's keen insight – how could they speak, how would they dare to speak.

Having circled a large loop in Wanling City, Wang Anfeng finally returned to the inn. Now, there were fewer pedestrians around, most having gone to the Mei Family's residence to witness a rare grand spectacle.

Usually, one only saw those dandy young masters bullying others; where had anyone seen them beaten black and blue, lined up carrying thorns on their backs as ancient books describe begging for forgiveness? This was indeed a fantastic drama, more exciting than several plays on the city stage.

Zhu Yunmeng hid among the crowd, using a folding fan to cover most of her face, her eyes like jade watching the young dandies kneeling in front of the Mei Family's gate. With just a glance, she recognized several notorious dandies from the city.

Bruised and miserable, just as her maid had described. The young maid seemed to notice her mistress was in a good mood, sidled up, smiling mischievously and whispered,