Why do I have so many masters?

Pu Yongyan chased those Jianghu martial artists who were causing trouble all the way to the Flower Building, but was still stopped by the guards of the building and couldn't search inside.

It's not that he couldn't win, but he was aware of who he could provoke in this huge city, and those whom he absolutely couldn't afford to offend. As a City Iron Guard Colonel, his status wasn't bad, but the owner of this building was someone he couldn't provoke.

Thinking to himself, he reckoned he had fought bravely and captured some troublemakers, as a mere Colonel, his achievements were already significant; pushing further wouldn't earn him any more credit.

Since the other side fled here, they must have some backing, perhaps it was the white-robed martial artist who attacked him yesterday; pursuing them would be fruitless and might unnecessarily anger the owner of this building, so he hesitated.

At this moment, two voluptuous and charming women walked out of the Flower Building, immediately holding his arms tightly and persuading him.

He naturally could not say words like 'warm jade and fragrant scent', but just felt the softness like spring snow, the fragrance of Jiangnan Road's powders floating before his nose, causing his mind to sway a bit, feeling dizzy and warm.

The fierce intent in his heart was gradually worn away, leaving only some harsh words spoken angrily, and after pocketing the ten-plus taels of silver, he left with his subordinates.

Then, they naturally escorted the captured ones to the prison.

Those Jianghu people instantly changed color, howling wildly.

Parthia was unlike Great Qin; any captured person with solid evidence was tormented by the prison guards repeatedly before interrogation, causing them to be mentally exhausted before starting the slow questioning. Even Jianghu people with martial arts would have a hard time enduring, making them truly fearful.

The prison guards knew this Colonel likely earned more credit again, hence showered him with praises and flattery. Pu Yongyan felt somewhat in high spirits, replied with laughter, and left, though still somewhat fearful at heart, thinking of the life-saving elixir, he let out a breath.

He must thank Brother Wang properly this time.

If it weren't for him...

While thinking this, suddenly a voice came to his ears causing him to startle slightly, stopping his steps. Yet, those accompanying on his left and right seemed completely unaware, walking ahead a few steps before realizing their commander hadn't followed, turning their heads curiously, saying:

"Colonel Pu, what's wrong?"

Pu Yongyan's old face remained unchanged, grinning broadly as he replied: "I suddenly remembered my wife has wanted something for a long time, this time I almost died, probably scared her quite a bit, must buy it back to make her happy."

A familiar subordinate laughed and teased: "True, otherwise the Colonel might not get on the bed for several days, haha."

"Get lost, damn it, roll away."

Pu Yongyan cursed jokingly, watching these subordinates leave, then straightened his demeanor slightly and quickly walked into a small alley, where a person was already standing with his back to him—slender figure, over thirty years old, with a posture of great nobility.

With a pair of phoenix eyes and a few long strands of beard, they exuded a hidden might, having a gold token hanging by their waist, carved with tiger heads and cloud patterns, evidently extraordinary.

Pu Yongyan respectfully saluted, bending his waist almost in half, said:

"Subordinate greets the lord."

......

Wang Anfeng sat in the room, with chess pieces on the table, the black and white sides engaged in a fiercely brutal battle.

Yet, he wasn't playing chess, just casually flipping through a book, absorbed in it.

This piece of secret technique from the Dongfang Clan seemed like a widely circulated storybook now, Wang Anfeng found the original cover too ostentatious, so he bought a storybook, peeled off its outer cover, and wrapped it around this secret technique, hiding its true nature.

At this moment, he looked like a carefree ranger indulged in storybooks.

Left hand flipping, the right hand hanging low, fingers pinching occasionally, sometimes at a high frequency but soon recovering, frequently paused, obviously learning with difficulty.

Mystical arts and martial arts conflicted with each other.

However, now Wang Anfeng had taken the elixir and couldn't mobilize the Qi mechanism, instead, he could attempt to cultivate some simpler mystical arts—too complex like the Zhou Tian Stars are out of reach, but methods for divination aren't too hard at the entry level.

Not knowing how many attempts later, finally there was some change, a strand of Qi mechanism from Heaven and Earth was moved by his fingertips, forming an invisible talisman which then dissipated, Wang Anfeng sensed an indescribable realization, understanding some kind of danger was approaching.

Seemed to see a white-clothed martial artist traversing through the fog, with a sharp face and thick eyebrows, rather fierce and venomous.

This feeling was vague, fleeting.

Wang Anfeng pondered, attempted several more times, all failed, so stopped being persistent, murmured:

"Looks like about time for the guest to arrive."

"So soon, huh... seems like wearing white clothes?"

He laughed at the black and white little beast and said:

"Wearing white clothes somewhat resembles you, just dye some black materials and you're set."

Almost the moment he finished speaking, Wang Anfeng's courtyard gate exploded with a loud boom, seen by the cold gleams flashing during the day, that elaborately crafted iron-cladded gate directly collapsed, falling backward, landing heavily on the ground, stirring up a large cloud of dust.