Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 572 - 205: A Different Team (1/2)

This sentence was truly terrifying.

The two Taoists were at a loss for words while Wang Anfeng could only offer a bitter smile. Glancing at the unfazed Hong Luoyu and then towards Taishu Jian, who leisurely approached the carriage, Wang Anfeng said,

"What is Mr. Taishu talking about?"

But Taishu Jian just smiled, not taking up the conversation.

The middle-aged man whom Wang Anfeng had tapped on the neck turned somewhat pale.

He had just charged in the direction of Wang Anfeng and the others, the first to rush over, completely unaware of what had happened behind him. Yet, having roamed Jianghu for many years, he could somewhat guess.

Thus, the expression on his face became even paler, his body trembling.

Gong Yu held a longsword in his hand.

The loudest and most foul-mouthed bandit leader had just turned to ice inside and out under the chilling Sword Intent, his life extinguished.

The stiff body couldn't muster any strength to stand, so after just a few moments, the corpse of the bandit leader wobbled and fell forward.

The wrist, already a fragile joint, broke away from the body upon impact, still clutching the knife, sliding from the edge of the middle-aged man's field of vision. At a glance, it truly looked like a chunk of ice.

The legs of the middle-aged man gave way, and he fell to his knees with a thump, kowtowing and begging for mercy, shouting loudly for it, especially after catching sight of the fallen bandits' bodies around him.

Wang Anfeng still stood behind him, his fingertip never leaving the back of the middle-aged man's neck. Hearing the pleas, he softly asked,

"So, could you tell us who instructed you to wait here?"

The middle-aged man, as if grabbing onto a lifeline, stopped his shouts and hurriedly said,

"It's, it's the Baiyang Sword Sect."

"Liu Qizheng, tasked me to wander around this mountain for seven days, to intercept all Taoists from Candle Dragon's retreat, whether they are descending the mountain or going up from the town, and bring them to him."

"For each, each person, there's ten taels of silver."

Wang Anfeng narrowed his eyes slightly, saying,

"It seems, sir, that you have quite a generous wallet."

Although the middle-aged man was babbling in panic, knowing the situation was dire, he didn't dare to retort, just kept pleading for mercy. Wang Anfeng looked up at the young Taoist who was grinding his teeth with anger and asked,

"Has Taoist master heard about this Liu Qizheng before?"

The young Taoist clenched his teeth and nodded vigorously, saying,

"Liu Qizheng, of course I recognize him."

"That vile, disgusting old bastard has been coveting a treasure of our Observatory Master for years. He used to disguise himself well, often came to offer incense at the temple, trying to steal the treasure. After several failed attempts, he fell out with our Observatory Master."

"I didn't expect his methods to be so despicable!"

"Damn it!"

Wang Anfeng nodded, thought for a moment, and then suddenly said,

"Are there any sects down this mountain that are enemies of this Baiyang Sword Sect?"

The other, somewhat older Taoist, although curious, still replied,

"There are many sects hidden within these three hundred miles of mountains and rivers, naturally, there are..."

His voice trailed off slightly, as if he had an epiphany, and continued,

"Young master means..."

The middle-aged man's eyes dodged furtively.

Yuchi Jie stepped forward two paces, squatted before the middle-aged man, and chuckled,

"Are you curious?"

"Although you're dressed like a bandit, neither your small habits nor your martial arts seem like those of a bandit."

"And you're the most restrained one among these people."

"Faced with us three beauties here, you could actually shift your gaze to these two Taoist brothers. Hey, honestly, the clothes I'm wearing are worth more than ten taels of silver, not to mention that the allure of three beauties is far more tempting to bandits than three hundred taels of silver."

"To speak the truth, I admire you. Impressive!"

Yuchi Jie gave the middle-aged man a thumbs up, full of admiration.

Behind him, Lv Baiping's face darkened somewhat, her right hand gripping the sword, lifting it slightly.

Lin Qiaofu's face was tinged with a blush, yet she no longer stopped her senior sister.

The old man, Gong Yu, lowered his gaze, his eyes on his nose, his nose on his heart.

Yuchi Jie, however, seemed unaware, simply continuing,

"Your behavior is too abnormal; Wang brother and I knew from the get-go that you were from a sect."

"And a sect member attempting to disguise as a rough bandit has so many flaws that I, this young master, couldn't bear to point them out to you."

The middle-aged man bit his teeth and kept silent, diverting his gaze.

Yuchi Jie stood up, looked at Wang Anfeng, shrugged his shoulders, and said,

"It seems we haven't guessed wrong."

Wang Anfeng nodded in agreement.

Looking somewhat puzzled, Lv Baiping paused, her hand holding the sword not coming down on Yuchi Jie's head as expected.

Lin Qiaofu suddenly understood and whispered,

"Is Young Master Yuchi tricking him?"

The middle-aged man's body trembled slightly.

Yuchi Jie turned his head back, patted his hand and laughed,

"Sister Qiaofu is indeed sharp as ice and snow."

"That's right, it was only a guess at first, but now I am eighty to ninety percent certain."

Then, he insolently leaned in closer and said,

"But there's no need to be so distant."

"We have been through life and death together, just call me Brother Yuchi."

Lv Baiping lifted her longsword, blocking Yuchi Jie's path, her face full of vigilance. Yuchi Jie raised his hands, resting them on the blade, chuckled dryly, and stepped back.

The older Taoist looked at Yuchi Jie, hesitated, and said,

"Does Young Master Yuchi mean that this matter isn't related to the Baiyang Sword Sect…"

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"I never said that."

Yuchi Jie turned to look at him, a smile hanging on his lips, and leisurely said, "The strategies of the world are but trickery. Think about it, if he reveals it, you will definitely investigate. If the Baiyang Sword Sect has not done such a thing, wouldn't it be exposed immediately?"

"The most likely possibility now is that the Baiyang Sword Sect indeed did such a thing, and your 'Candle Dragon Retreat' may very well already know about it. When the two of you encounter the same situation, they won't think too much about other possibilities."

"In fact, it was also because the two of you insisted on going up the mountain at night."

"If it had been the next day, you would probably have received news, and staying in town for a while longer, you wouldn't have encountered this matter. Of course, it's also possible that your elders would come down the mountain to meet you."

The two Taoists didn't mind the teasing in Yuchi Jie's words.

The older one's face turned a bit pale and said,

"Already know about this matter? According to what you said, does it mean that within my Jade Ruin Temple, there has already…"

Yuchi Jie's smile faded, he nodded and continued,

"If my guess is not wrong."

"Disciples have already perished, likely more than one. Moreover, looking at the current situation, the adversaries your Jade Ruin Temple has provoked are far from being as simple as just one sect or clan."

The Taoist's face turned ashen.

The middle-aged man looked at Yuchi Jie with a hint of terror in his eyes and said,

"Who are you, really..."

He hadn't spoken any truths himself, but this young noble had spoken so accurately. Were these people really deities or spirits?

His face grew paler.

Feeling like he had made a misstep, he quickly spoke up,

"Don't kill me, I know who it is. Just let me go, and I'll..."

Just then, he suddenly felt a pain in his neck, his voice stopped abruptly, and he plunged into a deathly still darkness.

To the others, it appeared as if Wang Anfeng lightly tapped with his finger, and the middle-aged man collapsed to the side, his breath cut short.

Up to that moment, his eyes were still wide open, as if he couldn't believe that even after deducing certain things, they would still strike at the only one who knew the truth.

The young Taoist Qing Yun, dumbfounded, looked at the middle-aged man killed by Wang Anfeng and murmured,

"Just, just like that... killed?"

Wang Anfeng raised his hand and said gravely, "Generally speaking, those who carry out such tasks won't know too much, or might even have been given false information. What we now know suggests it's better to return to 'Jade Ruin Temple' quickly."

"It's more reliable to deduce the martial artist's skills from the body than from words."

Qing Yun thought about it and it seemed to make sense, but Wang Anfeng's decisive action was still a bit too much for the Taoist, who was only used to meditating and cultivating on the mountain.

Before he could speak, he saw the elderly Lao Lu stride forward, grabbing the middle-aged man with one hand, his expression as if this were routine for him.

Qing Yun slowed his pace, his complexion not quite right.

He stopped, observing this group: there was the frivolous noble with an oddly accurate gaze, the young girl who knew the obscure Taoist Scriptures, the elder whose swordplay shone like the moon yet claimed to be a coachman, the stunning woman who could freeze a man to ice without drawing her sword.

The one who seemed the easiest to talk to was actually slicing through people like chopping vegetables.

And why were this group of people so adept at such deeds?

He slowed down and whispered to his senior brother behind him,

"Senior brother, these heroes seem a bit..."

"Little Taoist, shouldn't you be rushing back to the mountain now?"

A light chuckle sounded by his ear.

A person in a moon-white robe floated past, and Qing Yun's expression was stunned for a moment. He looked at his senior brother beside him and murmured, "Senior brother... was there such a person among us just now?"

Qing Yan sighed helplessly and simply said,

"Let's go."

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