Why do I have so many masters?

Shaolin Temple, Main Peak

The scenery remained as beautiful as ever, with the same silver veil covering everything. The ground, buildings, even outside the Buddhist bell, were coated with a thin layer of white snow. The pine trees stood erect, the universe vast and cold.

A ripple appeared in the sky.

In an instant, a figure emerged, Wang Anfeng, dressed in black. Almost as soon as he appeared in the Shaolin Temple, he could no longer maintain his disguise. Accompanied by the slight sound of cracking bones, he reverted to his original appearance while still in mid-air.

Then he fell directly toward the ground, about to crash hard when Hong Luoyu grabbed his collar, easing the momentum and sparing him the painful fate of his face hitting the ground.

Hong Luoyu was dressed in white as always, but now finally had mechanical legs, unlike before when he seemed ghostly.

At this moment, he gently held Wang Anfeng, landed on the ground, and after letting him stand firm, scrutinized him up and down, with a satisfied expression on his face, he unceremoniously slapped Anfeng on the shoulder and laughed heartily:

"Not bad, not bad!"

"This time, as your master, I am very pleased. Haha, not bad, not bad. The commotion you stirred up when entering the Grandmaster realm in Jiangnan was not much different from that bald thief. Keep it up, and you will soon graduate."

"However, to surpass me, you still have a lot to learn. Haha, let me tell you, little madman, when I threw out that sword in the end, it definitely shocked them. Who knows, in a few hundred years there might be a Sword Spring here that people will worship. Haha, just thinking about it feels great..."

Wang Anfeng had no Inner Qi left within him at the moment, and was caught off guard by the slap, causing him to stumble and almost fall to the ground, barely gaining his footing after a few staggering steps, drawing a slightly surprised glance from Hong Luoyu, who subconsciously looked at his own hand.

At the same time, he felt a few murderous gazes land on his back.

Even Hong Luoyu couldn't help but shiver, the smile on his face slightly stiff, coughed twice, and without turning back, just righteously said:

"This... cough cough, Anfeng, your body is a bit weak."

"Old medicine pot, hurry up and help him replenish."

After a chaotic commotion, Wang Anfeng, rare since his martial accomplishments, was directly thrown by his second master, Wu Changqing, into a large wooden tub full of medicinal liquid to soak, with other matters to be discussed after his injuries healed.

Hong Luoyu slightly lifted his head, gazing up at the clear winter sky, a look of melancholy on his face as he said:

"Little madman still isn't quite there."

"I must find something to supplement him, so I won't be back for a while... don't concern yourselves with me."

A wide hand clapped down on his shoulder from behind.

Hong Luoyu's smile became a little stiff.

"What... Big, Big Monk?"

"Amitabha..."

The monk behind him had a gentle smile on his face.

"I will see you off."

.........

A sound broke through the sky after a long delay.

It was like a crossbow bolt shot from a giant mechanical crossbow, surpassing even the Mo Family's highest technology, shredding and shattering the thick clouds, forming a distinctive shape accompanied by the delayed whistling sound.

Inside the medicine room.

Wang Anfeng soaked entirely in a deep amber medicinal bath, with only his head exposed; second master Wu Changqing had already turned around to find Mr. Ying to prepare the rest of the medicine and the following treatments.

His injuries were quite severe this time.

Wang Anfeng stretched slightly, allowing the medicinal bath to soak his body more thoroughly. Although he suffered quite serious external injuries, his Golden Bell Shield had been practiced to a fairly advanced level so most of the surface wounds had already scabbed over; the real problem was the internal injuries.

Back in Xiong City, he forcibly broke through the joint attack of two Fourth Rank individuals, and was already seriously injured. Although he rested for a long time afterwards, and seemed to have recovered, his vital energy had not fully restored.

Then, only a few months later, he suffered even more serious injuries, causing even the effects of his prior major injury to reappear.

Feeling the extent of his weakness, Wang Anfeng couldn't help but mock himself.

Well, now he could take a proper rest.

This experience was quite unfamiliar to him.

He naturally had talent for regathering Qi more easily than others, and having diligently practiced to this point, always paired with the world's best Divine Doctor's medicinal baths, each martial art he practiced was among the top Divine Skills in Jianghu.

Not to mention he had even taken a three-thousand-year Dragon Blood Ginseng, his Inner Strength and Qi Mechanism robust and abundant, far surpassing his peers, even when facing ordinary Fourth Rank, not falling behind. Since learning martial arts, he'd rarely encountered times when his Inner Strength was completely exhausted.

But this time, he was utterly drained.

Not only that, even the Spiritual Rhyme Mechanism within the two Divine Weapons was drained, the Wooden Sword, being recently birthed, had not yet developed Spiritual Intellect, and the Qilin Instrument Spirit now appeared listless, unable to even manifest.

Even for Divine Weapons, at the very least it would take a month or more of quiet recuperation to recover, and as for himself, he didn't know how long it would take to fully heal.

If relying on his own medical skills, he feared he wouldn't be able to engage in martial arts freely for at least six months or risk leaving after-effects.

With second master however, it certainly wouldn't take that long, but still, this kind of severe injury isn't something that can be resolved in one or two months. Previous plans might have to be delayed.

Wang Anfeng raised his right hand, amber medicinal liquid flowing down through his fingers.

He thought of King Balman who was lastly slain by the Green Bamboo Nail, and the bones and bloodstains discovered atop the Sin Army Tower.