Why do I have so many masters?

Chapter 130 Kill (1/2)_2

Wang Anfeng's heart sank, and he suddenly fell towards the ground, but at the same time, his left foot hooked onto the saddle while his right foot lifted and kicked fiercely into Xia Changqing's chest and abdomen. The latter should have been able to dodge, but his strength was greatly diminished at the moment, and he failed to avoid the blow. His body involuntarily recoiled backward, and his left hand withdrew from Wang Anfeng's abdomen, leaving behind a trail of blood.

The young man's face turned pale, feeling intense pain at his waist and bleeding profusely. A single careless move had already resulted in a serious injury. Just then, he nearly collided with a bluestone, startling him, and he realized the road ahead was rugged, with bluestones visible everywhere.

Looking up again, he saw that Xia Changqing had not yet recovered. Wang Anfeng grimly bit his lip. Suddenly, he pulled out the dagger Qinshuang had given him the previous year and thrust it fiercely into the warhorse's artery. With a violent stir and pull, the horse, galloping at full speed, was struck fatally, emitting a long, tragic neigh before collapsing to the ground.

Wang Anfeng's right hand released the wooden sword's hilt, and his arms instinctively wrapped around the large chestnut horse, preventing him from being thrown off. Xia Changqing, yet to notice, found himself thrown off the horse, heading towards a bluestone, his expression drastically changing.

Although the bluestone's edges were not sharp, his body, not proficient in External Cultivation and already severely injured, would surely break bones and tendons if it collided at such speed. Almost instinctively, he used Third Rank Inner Strength to instantly turn the bluestone into powder, outlining Heaven and Earth, and stabilizing his form.

The sudden stop was so swift that even the hem of his garment didn't flutter, showcasing his high level of cultivation and effortlessness; truly the elegance of a master.

However, recklessly using Third Rank Inner Strength, with less protection for his meridians and organs, the murderous intent of the Military Family instantly invaded inward. In a moment, his internal organs were all injured, and he couldn't help but cough out a mouthful of fresh blood, immediately kneeling on the ground, his body's malicious energy rampaging, essentially rendering him incapacitated.

Meanwhile, Wang Anfeng, holding the warhorse, was cushioned by it from the impact and still retained the strength to fight.

With the shaking in his field of vision ceasing, Wang Anfeng struggled to stand, his wooden sword having flown far away, but the broken blade lay close at hand. Bending over, he gripped the handle of the dagger, his steps slightly unsteady, as he walked towards the kneeling, trembling Xia Changqing, who continued to cough up fresh blood.

As Inner Strength circulated within his body, the broken blade's edge vibrated and hummed. Xia Changqing struggled to raise his head and suddenly shouted with his last bit of Inner Strength, his voice ghostly, unlike any human sound, then coughed out more fresh blood. The mask unable to sustain Inner Strength anymore, peeled off, revealing his original, now ghostly pale face.

As Long Blade Resonance erupted, Wang Anfeng stopped in his tracks, his vision dramatically changing. He found himself back in Shaolin Temple, and the sound of the bell ringing reached his ears while the kind-looking abbot said:

"To kill one evildoer is merely to kill one evildoer, but to convert one to good not only saves a life but also reduces the number of evildoers and increases the number of good people, is that not better?"

This blade carried the Divine Weapon Spirit Rhythm, and these thoughts had just been triggered in the young man's heart. Wang Anfeng's face seemed to soften as he murmured:

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"To convert one evildoer, not kill."

"To fight until one submits..."

Xia Changqing's expression relaxed slightly, following the young man's words, he said:

"I have already submitted."

The youth murmured softly:

"Already submitted..."

But his expression suddenly became determined, and Xia Changqing felt unease rising within him when suddenly he heard the young man shout:

"But Master, I am not convinced!"

The resonance of the Long Blade suddenly stalled, then was touched by the aura of Buddhism, Wang Anfeng stepped forward and raised his arm, thrusting it fiercely into Xia Changqing's throat.

In Shaolin Temple, the bronze bell tolled long.

Yuan Ci sat cross-legged on a bluestone, a trace of sorrow on his face, yet filled with more joy.

Shaolin's Vajra Buddha Principle has two aspects: one seeks a heart as indestructible as a vajra, untroubled by the dust of the world.

The other,

holds the power of Vajra, severing all sorrows.

Yuan Ci closed his eyes and recited the Buddhist Scriptures:

"Grasping the true principle, severing all distressing karma, thus achieving liberation."

"Extinguishing all the fruits of anguish, with confusion and karma exhausted, there is no more birth and death to suffer, because all karmic disturbances are extinguished, the karma of the Three Realms also ends, and thus liberation is attained."

Externally, Inner Strength surged within Wang Anfeng's body, and with a long howl, it surged breaking through the final stage of the Second Barrier, naturally advancing to Eighth Rank Martial Artist. On the blade that pierced Xia Changqing's throat, Vigorous Qi entwined, shooting upwards like an angry dragon.

After numerous breaths, the young man finally resumed his inner breath, drew his long blade, and threw the broken blade in front of Xia Changqing. He then covered his waist wound with his right hand, his body wobbled, and his face turned pale.

Xia Changqing's vision gradually blurred.

As a Fourth Rank expert, even if he was stabbed in a vital spot, he would not die instantly. Yet at that moment, any physical pain had gradually dissipated, replaced only by a strange peace as he neared death. In his mind, he saw the retreat he had envisioned, the freedom of releasing deer at Qing Cliff, his face growing increasingly calm.

If it were to end like this, it wouldn't be so bad...

However, at this moment, he saw the young man seemed to be listening to something, his expression serious, and then suddenly, he held a piece of green bamboo and a mask in his hand.

The mask was entirely black, resembling the Bi'an, majestic and icy cold. Xia Changqing's fading consciousness suddenly re-focused, and his mind was illuminated like lightning.

Wang Anfeng and Yi Nanping were actually the same person.

Xia Changqing's eyes, which had lost their focus, unwillingly widened.

He felt as if he were merely an actor, played by him in the palm of his hand!

Wang Anfeng...

Xia Changqing's face, which had begun to calm, immediately contorted with shock, reluctance, pain, and surged with anger and hatred in his heart. His lips parted slightly but at the next moment, he succumbed to eternal darkness, unable to speak.

Moments later, a Third Rank Patrol Officer from Fufeng City sensed something was wrong and leaped down from the air.

He saw chaos everywhere, and Xia Changqing, in a long robe, had fallen to the ground, his throat pierced, dying with eyes wide open. The Evil Sect expert, who orchestrated the events of Fufeng City, had died in extreme pain and reluctance. In front of him stood a piece of green bamboo, hanging a Bi'an mask, and a Jade Plaque of the word "kill," making a distinct sound as they collided in the wind.

The Patrol Officer's expression dramatically changed, rendered speechless. After several breaths, he finally expressed his heartfelt respect and admiration, sighing,

"Yi Nanping...what a Yi Nanping."

"I, on behalf of Fufeng, acknowledge your favor."

Having spoken, he bowed deeply toward the piece of green bamboo, then looked back at Xia Changqing, who died with his eyes open, and unapologetically spat on his face, feeling an extreme sense of satisfaction and burst out laughing.

Meanwhile, in the Shaolin Temple.

"Ah... Ah... Ah..."

Wang Anfeng, leaning against an old tree, his face as pale as paper, continued to dry heave, as if he was on the verge of vomiting out his internal organs.

Hong Luoyu glanced at him with disdain and asked,

"What's the matter with you kid, you were so fierce when chopping people down earlier, why are you scared like this now?"

Wang Anfeng looked up, and before he could reply, he felt his vision blur. The feeling of fighting on horseback, which he just experienced, uncontrollably flashed back in his memory, becoming more severe. With his chest and abdomen churning, he leaned against the tree trunk and vomited again.

"Ah..."

Wu Changqing patted his back with a worried expression. The young man vomited for quite a while, really unable to spit out anything substantial. Still, he seemed utterly drained and weak and was assisted by the elderly man to a reclining chair. Just as he sat down, he seemed to remember something and suddenly struggled, saying,

"Master, Master, I need to step out for a moment..."

The elderly man looked puzzled yet listened as Wang Anfeng called out,

"I just left my jade hairpin outside."

"It's worth more than two pieces of silver, and a pound of pork costs only about ten copper coins…"

The young man's face was full of distress.

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