Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 412 - 89: The Wang’s Tiance, Old Daddy’s ’Arch-Enemy’? (7000 words) (1/1) _2

But the Qi only grew stronger.

It was as if Wang Anfeng’s participation and presence made this ’world’ even more real and vast.

Wang Anfeng’s eyebrows slight furrowed, then relaxed. There was no turning back now. Given that the Imperial Family was hosting the banquet, there wouldn’t be any danger. He simply quickened his pace and followed along.

His martial arts skills were not weak. In just a few breaths, he had traversed the winding stone stairs, stepped past the cold plum trees on either side, and arrived in front of the pavilion where he could clearly see the elderly man, yet he felt as if he could see him even less clearly.

The man’s face bore many wrinkles, clearly of advanced age, but among his long hair, there were still strands of black, more befitting of a middle-aged man. However, if one looked into his eyes, those eyes were so vast, so immense, as if calmly watching over the entire world, peaceful like an old man who had seen all of life’s smoke and clouds, yet pure as a child untouched by worldly affairs.

Wang Anfeng had never seen such diverse ’external appearances’ on a single person’s face.

While he was sizing up the elder, the old man also lifted his gaze to look at Wang Anfeng. Unlike the latter, he almost instantly confirmed the identity of the young man.

For someone like him, seeing was not with the eyes, but with the heart, and what he saw was all the clearer. Faces could change, but a person’s ’Qi’ would never change, no matter what. The ’Qi’ emanating from the young man in charge of the hidden scrolls was strikingly similar to that of the proud and arrogant youth from twenty years ago, evidently blood relatives.

The Wang’s Tiance...

As old memories arose, the elder’s expression did not change, and he simply said:

"Keeper of the Hidden Scrolls, why are you late?"

It was as if a mountain collapsed downward.

In that instant, Wang Anfeng almost felt the sky darken and the old man’s stature grow even taller. In his brow, there was only authority left, towering and imposing as if he were interrogating a mortal, coldly gazing down at him. Around, it seemed as if countless whispers and murmurs were encroaching upon his ears, urging him to bow and confess his guilt, to weep and declare his sins.

A vast Buddhist chant suddenly echoed in his heart.

The noise by his ear immediately dissipated into nothingness, and Wang Anfeng’s eyes regained their clarity. Although the pressure around him remained immense, it could no longer suppress him as much. He circulated his inner strength, straightening his body, and with neither arrogance nor inferiority, said:

"I did not wish to come."

The old man casually inquired, "When a superior invites, why would you not come?"

This phrase was spoken by the Confucian Sect, where the term ’superior’ refers to an elder.

As the words fell, the pressure became even more overwhelming, as if the entire world were bearing down on Wang Anfeng, the young man’s complexion slightly paled, and at that instant, he almost had the urge to draw his sword.

He was a martial artist, as well as a skillful swordsman.

He was confident that if he drew his sword, he could surely shatter this binding Qi mechanism.

But he could not.

He also knew the identity and status of the man before him. Currently, as the Keeper of the Hidden Scrolls of the Fufeng Academy, any rash actions would bring trouble upon the Academy. Although the Masters might not care much, he could not allow himself to act in such a manner. Suppressing the impulse to unsheathe his sword, he said in a moderated voice:

"The Nameless Card descended, with guards bearing swords, not out of courtesy. That is why I did not come."

The atmosphere went slightly tense.

Several meters away, the hearts of the Noble Clan youths following him nearly stopped beating.

He dared to...

The expression on the face of the swordsman bearing the blade grew more solemn as he looked at Wang Anfeng; he had by now placed the latter on an equal or even stronger status than himself. Knowing the pressure of the old man’s questioning, he became even more earnest, his heart not devoid of shock.

He could actually make a reply?!

The atmosphere grew even more deathly silent; no one dared to speak, and no one even dared to breathe loudly.

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It was as if the sound of breathing itself was a sin.

The elder chuckled lightly, and the previously deathly still atmosphere instantly thawed like winter ice melting. Despite the cold weather, everyone felt a strange warmth, and unbeknownst to them, their backs were already drenched in cold sweat. What had just been a brief moment felt like the longest time they had ever experienced.

The old man looked at Wang Anfeng and said:

"In that case, it is indeed my fault for the discourtesy. Allow me to offer you an apology."

Wang Anfeng inwardly exhaled a sigh of relief, thinking the ordeal would now pass.

Then he saw the elder flick his sleeves, extinguishing the wine-warming furnace, the clear wine naturally flowing out into a cup, and he again opened his mouth faintly, saying:

"Dong Xuan, serve the wine to the Keeper of the Hidden Scroll of Fufeng."

He emphasized the words ’of Fufeng’ particularly heavily.

Yet only Wang Anfeng could hear the significance; to others, it appeared ordinary.

The sword-wearing guard softly complied, took the wine cup in both hands, descended from the pavilion, brought it next to Wang Anfeng, and addressed the slightly stiff-faced Wang Anfeng:

"Keeper of the Hidden Scrolls of Fufeng, please drink the wine."

The wine was calm like a lake.

Many gazes fell on Wang Anfeng, because with so many present, the old man’s controlled ’world’ became even bigger and more real. In this world, the ’Qi’ from every existence converged upon Wang Anfeng, and the immense pressure almost made it impossible for him to breathe.

His longsword at the back lightly trembled.

Its sharp aura seemed ready to be unsheathed.

Would he drink, breaking something he had upheld for so long?

Or would he draw his sword, casting the Academy he protected into an unfair situation?

Wang Anfeng’s hanging hand clenched slightly.

This scene caught the old man’s eyes, and he did not show the slightest sign of disturbance.

...............

In the rear hall of the side courtyard.

’Laughing Tiger’ Li Sheng sensed a change in the Heaven and Earth in the front courtyard, and his expression shifted subtly.