Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 662 - 264 The End (6400 words combined 2 in 1)_2

"If I am at leisure another day, I would ask you to visit Heaven Capital City; His Majesty has been waiting for a long time."

Wang Anfeng coughed up fresh blood, yet his eyes remained cool and detached as he said,

"I certainly won't keep the general waiting for long."

Su Zhengcheng took a deep look at Wang Anfeng, then turned his horse around to leave. The hundred Black Water Flood Dragon Knights behind him strictly followed their lead commander, turning around as well. In the end, several knights turned back with bows in their right hands, watching Wang Anfeng and the rest.

It wasn't until they had galloped a mile away that they turned around and spurred their horses to catch up with the troops ahead.

Wang Anfeng coughed twice, then cupped his fists in thanks towards the old man. The elder stepped aside with his body slightly turned, his expression tranquil as he said,

"Don't thank me; I only intervened because there was a deal to be made. Otherwise, whether you live or die, or who's right or wrong, what does it have to do with this old man?"

"It was indeed a delightful battle of swordsmanship."

Wang Anfeng, looking at the broad sword held by the elder, recalled Murong Qingxue's words when he had left the Qingfeng Edge and said,

"Senior, is this the sword you want?"

Sword Grandmaster replied, "She told you about it? That's for the best. She divined the heavenly secrets, asking me with this sword to protect your lives once. It just so happened that I needed to come down the mountain, and now that your cultivation has broken through and your lives have been preserved, this sword should belong to me."

He then took another look at Wang Anfeng and reluctantly nodded, saying,

"Your swordsmanship is not bad."

Seeming reluctant to talk further, the old man disappeared in the blink of an eye, like a flash of sword light, leaving behind a scene of devastation and the bisected Mount Yufu, seemingly sliced in half with an effortless stroke of the sword.

Truly the technique of an Immortal.

Pei Danding smiled, "Now that this battle is over, I have repaid the debt of gratitude I owed. If there is an opportunity to meet with the gentleman again for another match, I will gladly accept. Farewell."

Hong Luoyu scoffed coldly.

Meanwhile, Shi Huaidie, who had ambushed them halfway, and the old crone had already seized the opportunity to escape amidst the chaos, running for over a hundred miles before they finally stopped, both pale as ghosts, especially the white-haired crone.

Of the three who acted this time, only she survived, and the sword in her hand had its spirit utterly shattered. Among the ten famous swords of the previous generation, the one that could slay a flood dragon had now been thoroughly ruined, and when she returned, severe punishment was inevitable.

She turned to Shi Huaidie, whom she hadn't seen in some time, and said,

"Ah Die, the young master sent people to the site of that great battle and found only the body of Tie Futu, but not yours. Thus, he knew you were safe, and seeing you now, it appears to be true, which is very good..."

Shi Huaidie shook her head and spoke in a low voice,

"He was too careless, and I was lucky not to die."

The old crone hesitated before asking,

"What are your plans now?"

"I'll just take it one step at a time; that's all I can do."

"Then, do you want to rejoin the young master's ranks? With the losses in these two incidents, plus the one before, the young master truly needs people at this time. If you return, you will surely be highly valued."

Shi Huaidie fell into silence.

She had already been unwilling to return to that place, but now, seeing the terrifying forces behind the person she wanted to kill—not only that grandmaster with unparalleled qinggong but also a Sword Grandmaster from Heavenly Mountain who could cleave mountains with a single strike, and even people from the imperial court pursuing them—she knew she couldn't face them alone.

How could she stand against them? She could no longer knock on Heavenly Sect's door to become a Grandmaster in this lifetime.

And that gentleman didn't seem to care whether she rejoined the organization or not.

After a moment of silence, Shi Huaidie slowly nodded her head.

The old crone breathed a sigh of relief in her heart.

Qianshan Si sat in a cave, his breath weak, but he was laughing.

Laughing so happily that his little maidservant felt very unhappy. Qianshan Si was covered in blood, and when he embraced her, he stained her favorite white dress with a large patch of it. Blood stains were hard to clean, requiring much scrubbing and might not even come out completely.

So, she was even less pleased, and her displeasure often meant misfortune for Qianshan Si. Without any civility, she kicked him on the leg, which elicited an accommodating grimace from Qianshan Si. Then, the little maidservant felt somewhat better.

She knelt on one side, applying medicine to Qianshan Si while saying,

"Once your wounds heal, you must stab that old man from the Wen Family with your sword."

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Qianshan Si laughed, "You mean Uncle Wen Hong? Why?"

The little maidservant mumbled without looking up,

"He used you."

"At first, he just said you should compare swordsmanship with that woman; who knew so many things would come from that?"

Qianshan Si said with a laugh,

"It's not really using me; he told me I could have a hearty and unrestrained match, so I was also very happy and don't blame him."