Why do I have so many masters?

Chapter 6 Leaving (2/2)

After the familiar sensation passed, Wang Anfeng's view had shifted from that of the humble abode in the village to the solitary peak's summit, where the wind soughed. A scholar dressed in green, cradling a copper brazier engraved with intertwining dragons and stylized clouds, sat lazily flipping through a scroll in his chair.

The other three masters were not present.

Wang Anfeng stepped forward, performed a ritual bow, and said,

"Teacher."

The scholar glanced at him, nodded slightly, and said lazily,

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"The time has come again today."

"You go on by yourself."

Wang Anfeng nodded slightly, replied with an affirmative, then stepped lightly to the side. His inner strength sketched out the empty space to his left and right. Without revealing any anomaly, he suddenly leapt into the air. In a mere instant, he had already flown across dozens of meters, his robes fluttering. With his left hand behind his back and his right hand sweeping past his waist, a flash of silver streaked out.

Just then, as he was still descending, he lightly tapped his right foot on the hidden weapon he had launched. Inner strength coursed through it and revolved back, colliding with his own inner strength. In an instance, his form surged upwards again, darting forward urgently. Thus he continued, and in the blink of an eye, he had already leapt kilometers away.

At that moment, with the moon high overhead, its silvery light spilling across the mountains and valleys, a figure glided past gracefully. Although he could not soar through the air like a Middle Third Rank martial artist, such a technique allowed him to travel at exceptional speed.

The scholar put down his scroll, watching Wang Anfeng cross the distance with the silver needle, and with skimpy approval, he said,

"That's passable..."

Suddenly, a clamor arose from the distant sky, and Mr. Ying's expression turned icy. With a cold snort, he withdrew his gaze, pretending to be absorbed in the contents of his book. Almost at that instant of averting his gaze, a fierce gale rose from the firmament above, careening down from the Nine Heavens.

"Yo-ho-ho-ho... Hahaha, exhilarating! Exhilarating!"

A carefree laugh echoed as a figure soared and shifted position within the Gang wind, suddenly plummeting before being about to crash onto the solitary peak's bluestones, then abruptly coming to a still stop, with such a rapid deceleration that one felt almost nauseous, yet the person seemed to handle it with complete ease.

After shaking his messy hair, Hong Luoyu laughed heartily, saying,

"Exhilarating! It truly is exhilarating!"

Mr. Ying glanced at him, huffed coldly, and with a tone and demeanor filled with disdain,

Hong Luoyu, however, didn't mind and looked around before saying,

"Ying, where's the little madman? Hahaha, today I've found an extremely fun place."

"Today, just atop Mount Hua there are marvelous clouds. If one were to step off them and dive down, practicing swordsmanship in midair, it would be damn thrilling!"

The scholar didn't feel like entertaining him, continuing his reading, but he couldn't resist the man's incessant chattering, and ultimately closed his scroll, saying coldly,

"It is the middle of the month today."

Hong Luoyu paused briefly, then said with annoyance,

"This day..."

"Well, it can't be helped then; I'll go find Old Medicine Jar and ask for some food..."

"Off I go!"

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Great Qin · North.

The Kehler Grassland.

Winter snowfall.

The vast and limitless grassland was blanketed with thick white snow. With the moon above, the snow reflected its light, illuminating the surroundings brightly. In such a winter, all kinds of animals burrowed their traces away, save for the wolves that were unaffected, swaying like daggers and curved sabers under the moonlight on the vast snowy plains.

Their gaze fell on the herdsmen's pens, on the cattle and sheep within.

Within a tribe,

A herdsman atop a tower suddenly shouted,

"They're back! They're back!"

The call echoed within the tribe as people emerged from each tent, every pair of eyes shining with what seemed like the special significance of the name being called. The herdsman from above saw even farther.

From a distance, it appeared as though waves of snow mist were rising from the vast snowy plains, spreading under the moonlight.

Soon after, the crisp sound of copper bells cut through the fog.

Within this mist, a troupe of about ten riders galloped past.

The riders were robust and mighty young men, with faces of integrity and composure, like well-forged bronze, with curved sabers at their waists and white horses beneath them. The horses' manes were braided and hung to one side, adorned with a copper bell.

Below the bells hung bright red silk cloths, fluttering with the crystal-clear sound of the bells and the rhythm of the galloping horses, as vivid as flames. The horse troupe swept through the snowy plains like the wind, storming into the tribe. Carcasses of wolves were thrown onto the frozen ground, their fangs slightly exposed, eliciting rounds of cheers.

Amid the long neighs, the knights circled once within the tribe and then reined in their horses, lining up on both sides.

The herdsmen quelled their cheering, one by one turning their eyes to the dark vastness beyond, their expressions a mix of excitement and anticipation.

The piercing cry of a falcon suddenly rang out.

A ball of fire leapt through the snowy night, and then quickly approached from that direction. In the blink of an eye, it had already drawn near, the flame now visible in its true form – a red steed galloping into the tribe.

Astride the horse was a tall young man, his features rugged, who with a swing of his arm, threw a three to four-meter-long silver wolf to the ground. Already breathless, it still exuded an aura of ferocity, causing everyone's breath to hitch momentarily.

Far in the distance, a desolate and mournful howl of wolves faded away.

Evidently, this young man riding the red steed had been covering the retreat for the other warriors of the tribe. Once everyone had made it in, he broke through the encircling wolves and charged out.