Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 318 - 24 The Blizzards Intensify (2/2)_2

Three hours earlier.

A scholar in white smiled and opened his mouth, saying,

"Fifth Brother, Eighth Sister, you two have the best qinggong. After you get there, test the waters first. "

"If their strength is average, we might not even need our original plan."

"And if their strength is sufficient, we can let them know we’re not to be trifiled with, so they think twice before proceeding."

The big man’s palm, gripping the axe handle, tightened slightly as snowflakes fell. He suddenly roared and, like a fierce tiger, sprinted forwards, his battle axe slashing fiercely towards the front. At the same time, the white-clothed woman also plummeted from above, her longsword targeting the area near Wang Anfeng’s heart behind Tan Yurou with lethal intent.

It was a test, or perhaps an assassination.

No one knew.

But at that moment, the killing intent was as evident as the falling snow, filling the courtyard.

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The sound of clashing metal rang out.

A streak of cold light spun into the air and landed in the snow nearby, where it continued to hum and tremble.

Lao San spat out saliva, and his battle knife was already covered in fresh blood.

Around him, the fire blazed fiercely; the sound of strong bows breaking the air was nearly constant, and never absent was the sound of blades piercing flesh and the stench of blood heated by the flames.

The man took a deep breath.

The scent of blood filled his chest and caused his eyes to narrow slightly.

This was the smell of the battlefield.

Behind him, three martial artists from the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs advanced in step with spears, but Lao San seemed not to notice and did not react. The leading martial artist showed a glint of delight in his eyes, but after taking just three steps, two groups of Giant Whale Gang’s warriors turned to each other and, in groups of ten, started to rotate outwards from within, forming a formation.

Their blades shone brightly, layer upon layer.

Like a lotus.

In the blink of an eye, there were no spear-wielding martial artists left standing behind Lao San, only bodies strewn across the ground, bleeding profusely.

The man couldn’t be bothered to look back; holding his long knife, he strode forward.

On the battlefield, it was rare to see a truly dominant master, one who could suppress everything around him.

But what difference was there between common people of Jianghu caught in a Military Family Battle Formation and slabs of meat?

Because warriors from Military Families never fight alone. Under any circumstance, you only need to focus on what’s in front of you, while others always protect your left, right, and rear.

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"Who says we don’t have clothes? We share the same robe with our sons!"

"The king raises the army, sharpening our spears and halberds!"

Amid the roars, the long knife was as piercing as snow,

Above the sky, blood-red spear shadows surged with an unregretful and heroic aura, clashing heavily with the silhouette of an old man.

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The Tan Residence.

The snow seemed to be getting heavier.

Yu Jiu appeared slightly distracted, then regained her composure and withdrew her gaze from the snowy scene. The tea in the cup beside her had gone cold. She raised her hand to rub her forehead and casually asked,

"Now, what time is it?"

The girl in red behind her pursed her lips, smiled, and said,

"It’s just past the hour of Xu."

"The hour of Xu."

Yu Jiu murmured to herself, exhaled breath forming a cloud, and said,

"Since it’s the hour of Xu, it’s time to go out and enjoy the scenery."

"Yu’er, you wait here and don’t come out."

The girl in red pursed her lips, performed a courtesy, and said,

"Yes... Young Master."

The fluttering sound of clothing followed; Yu Jiu’s figure had already soared into the air, leaping into the courtyard. Her qinggong was extremely skillful; though not at the level of a Middle Third Rank master, who could traverse the sky and command the wind, yet in the night, against the falling snow, her jet-black clothes flitting about, she was still exceedingly graceful, like a Banished Immortal.

Within the night, several figures also soared, men and women, old and young, all with different appearances but each displaying agile postures, evidently possessing profound martial arts. They followed after Yu Jiu, leaving the Tan Residence. The girl in red stood up, looking at the figures disappearing into the distance.

Her eyes clear and clean, she smiled with pursed lips.

"Young Master..."

"Take care."

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Inside the Zhao Residence.

Zhao Zhengyong gazed at the moon in the sky, his expression serene.

In Jianghu, where he encountered numerous schemes, the once hot-tempered martial artist had long become imperturbable in joy and anger.

The quiet of the night made the sounds of clashing weapons even more distinct. In recent days, the conflict between the Tan Family and the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs had grown increasingly fierce.

No one knew how many had died.

But precisely because not many had died, that pent-up pressure had been accumulating, yet to explode, all the more causing hearts to tremor and peace to be disturbed.

In Jianghu, many matters required death, and not just any deaths, but those heavy with significance, before they could be quelled.

Zhao Zhengyong exhaled a breath of turbid air slowly and instructed the youth beside him:

"Go, call over a few old friends of mine."

The youth beside him bowed, accepted the order, and quickly turned to leave. Zhao Zhengyong stood in place, with snow falling silently, landing on his shoulders, landing on his white hair. Under the moonlight, everything was tranquil, a scene that seemed so familiar that it made his expression turn somewhat absent-minded.

Thirty years...

Thirty years had passed.

The Divine Doctor, once full of loyal passion, had touched a taboo, leading to the destruction of his Sect; the prideful and aloof Tiger King was now critically ill.

The youth who once reveled in wine and singing through slaughter had become the leader of an Evil Sect.

After so much turbulence, how many old friends remain?

I, who once most disdained the struggle for power, have also fallen to such a state.

Alone, Zhao Zhengyong opened his mouth toward the snow and the moonlit night and burst into laughter, saying leisurely:

"If you guys could see me now, you’d probably get me drunk, hang me from the city gate, let me hang there for one night, for three nights, then laughingly tell me to sober up..."

"Of course, you might also knock some sense into me with your fists."

The old man’s smile faded, leaving only a trace at the corner of his mouth.

He watched quietly as the snow fell endlessly.

"It’s just a pity, you’re no longer here."

Amidst the sound of fluttering clothes, three figures leaped towards Zhao Zhengyong,

A softness flashed across Zhao Zhengyong’s face and disappeared; turning around, he had resumed his domineering and composed demeanor. Facing the curious gazes of the newcomers, he spoke slowly:

"Brother Zhang, Brother Wu, and Brother Han."

The three men returned the greeting and said:

"Brother Zhao, may I ask why you have summoned us?"

Zhao Zhengyong nodded and said, "There is indeed a matter."

He then shared his judgments and concerns; his voice paused briefly, then continued:

"These two powers are formidable. In any case, for the sake of stability, we should hold another card in our hands."

One of them, less than seven feet tall, carrying a sword on his back, with a dignified appearance, frowned upon hearing this and asked:

"What card?"

Zhao Zhengyong looked at the snow, his gaze shifting subtly as he slowly said:

"Tan Yurou."

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In the courtyard.

The burly man’s expression was ferocious, the battle-ax in his hand already raised, the tangibly sharp aura closing in on the youngster’s chest, while the cold gleam of the sword turned even more chilling, silent and stealthy, only five inches from Tan Yurou’s forehead.

A chilling murderous intent brushed through the courtyard.

The snow continued to fall quietly, landing on the plum branches with extreme gentleness.

Wang Anfeng’s slightly closed eyes suddenly snapped open.

The palms wielding Hun Yuan’s power drew back, and in an instant, it seemed as if Buddhist chanting filled the air, trembling the surroundings, and within a radius of one zhang around where the youngster stood, the wind and snow abruptly ceased.

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