Why do I have so many masters?

The daughters of the neighborhood all say he has a good appearance. If he weren't of poor health, likely frail beneath, he would be quite a catch among young men.

Wang Anfeng could also feel the growing tension in the Balman Royal City. Finally, one day, a significant conflict erupted not far from his residence.

That day, the shouts of battle and the clash of weapons rose to the sky, audible from several miles around. Pu Yongyan, as one of the Colonels, was caught up in it, fighting with such fervor that his eyes turned red, throwing all caution to the wind, merely focusing on swinging his Tiger Head Saber forward in the battle.

His opponents were stunned by his momentum, retreating repeatedly, giving him quite a bit of prestige.

Just as he was planning to pull back, a man dressed in white suddenly appeared diagonally across from him. Wearing such conspicuous clothing in a battlefield clearly showed great confidence in his skills.

Pu Yongyan was slightly alarmed, holding his saber in the Eight Directions Blade Hiding Style by his side, only to see the other man flick his hand, and the fine Hundred Refined Iron saber in Pu's hand clang and snap in the middle, leaving less than half in his grip, with the tip and blade of the saber stuck into the ground, then he felt a blow to his chest.

The man sneered, calling it self-inflicted trouble, then quickly disappeared, while the few Martial Artists being pursued by him took the opportunity to escape amid the chaos. The Iron Guard in the city gathered around Pu Yongyan, but in that brief moment, Pu felt darkness encroaching on his vision.

Just as he felt his life slipping away, he suddenly recalled that day's events.

In his muddled state, he only had time to order his subordinates to retrieve the medicine before falling into unconsciousness.

The Martial Artists he pursued covered their faces, swapped clothes, resembling young scions of minor Noble Clans within the city, devoid of any murderous aura, booked a private room in a tavern, among them the mysterious man in white was also present.

Grateful for being saved, combined with the vast difference in martial skill and status, they expressed their gratitude respectfully. The man in white, with a beauty in his arms, spoke with a hoarse voice, but with an air of confidence, saying:

"That man hit by my exclusive Martial Arts is already doomed."

"He is someone from the Second Prince's side. Use this time to decapitate the minister supporting the Second Prince, and then you'll be aligned with His Highness. Do not disappoint us again."

The group breathed a slight sigh of relief, exchanged glances, and assured they wouldn't dare.

The next day, they charged out again, while the man in white enjoyed soft jade and warm fragrance. After one intimate session and lazily awakening, upon seeing the beautiful sight, he couldn't resist but was suddenly interrupted by a piercing scream.

Fury rising, he looked up to see one of the Noble Clan youths barging in. Just as he was about to question, he saw only half of the group had returned, even the Noble Clan youths appeared extremely disheveled, looking as if they had escaped death, resulting in greater disdain in his heart, thinking what a bunch of useless wastrels.

Just about to speak, the Noble Clan disciple already spoke tearfully:

"Senior, it's not going to work..."

The man in white slowly sat up, extending his arm for the woman to help him dress, maintaining an air of authority, unfazed, furrowing his brows and cursing:

"That ferocious battling Colonel I've already dealt with for you, why are you still so pathetic? All the Martial Arts you've practiced, has it all gone to waste?"

The Noble Clan youth opened his mouth, tears on his face, saying:

"Senior, that, that Colonel, he's alive again!"

The man in white momentarily stunned, then furiously exclaimed: "Impossible! With his Martial Arts, how could he withstand it, that was my most proud technique, how dare you push the responsibility onto me, do you think my treasured blade can't kill?"

With that, he slapped the treasured blade on the table, ringing with a chilling whistle, sending shivers down everyone's spine.

The group repeatedly assured they wouldn't dare. The white-robed Martial Artist's anger somewhat subsided, thinking these wastrels wouldn't have the guts to deceive him, when suddenly, a commotion arose from the street.

The man in white turned to look, only to be slightly taken aback, his eyes widening, seeing the supposedly dead Colonel outside, cursing and waving his Waist Saber, with a rather confident demeanor.

The man in white's face twitched slightly, with a faint grimace:

"Impossible..."

Again noticing Pu Yongyan unaffected in his Vital Energy, even showing signs of excess energy, clearly indicative of having taken some Elixir, he immediately understood, saying:

"Did this man take Detoxification Pills?!"

The people below paused in slight bewilderment, as the white-robed Martial Artist, seemingly enraged that his proud technique had been broken, held a sinister expression on his sharp face. Gripping his saber, it let out a piercing long cry, yelling:

"Find out who dared to save the one I intended to kill!"

"I want them to live a fate worse than death!"

In the courtyard, Wang Anfeng lay leisurely on a recliner, reading a book. Although the Taiyin Pure Qi within only had about two months before wearing off, there was no rush for this matter.

Haste makes waste.

Hmm, I wonder if there's any tofu available here, considering the Western Regions might have some authentic chili mixed with frozen tofu from the Northern Lands, that taste...

Just as his thoughts wandered, his right-hand fingers suddenly twitched slightly.

Wang Anfeng paused, put down the Dongfang Clan secret technique at hand, calculated a bit, then quietly deconstructed it in his mind. After more than ten breaths, a look of understanding surfaced on his face.

The little black-and-white beast watched him curiously.

Wang Anfeng stood up, stroked the little beast's head, and leisurely said:

"The intent to kill has emerged."

"Seems like there's no tofu to be had."

PS: Today's update is here... Six thousand six, if split, each chapter would be about three thousand three.