Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 414 - 89: The Wang’s Tiance, Old Daddy’s ’Arch-Enemy’? (7000 words) (1/1) _4

The martial artist replied in a deep voice, indeed rising to his feet and holding the cup, about to pour it out to the side, when Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, raised his hand to stop him, and said:

"Hold on."

The saber-wielding martial artist paused mid-motion, the wine in the cup not even quivering.

Wang Anfeng struggled internally.

This was different from the earlier matter of wearing a sword that he had considered; letting go of these things on his own accord and being forced to do so by an external power represented two entirely different realm choices. Although he did not know what would happen after drinking this cup of wine, he understood that his originally clear and pure state of mind would inevitably be tarnished by a layer of dust.

Step back today, step back tomorrow.

One day there would be nowhere left to retreat to.

Now was the time to draw his sword.

One sword strike to shatter this cup to pieces!

To fully express all his lifelong feelings and pride!

Yet such action would undoubtedly place the Academy in a disadvantageous position.

Despite the Academy’s size and the Master’s strength, they still depended on the rule of Great Qin.

The Academy had never failed him, how could he do such a thing? It would also violate the way he had always conducted himself, to place others in jeopardy for his own benefit. One misstep and he would fall into the demonic path of harming others for personal gain, and his state of mind would no longer be clear.

This would affect more than just his martial arts cultivation.

Wang Anfeng’s expression remained calm as he slowly raised his hand, took the cup of wine, and smelled the fragrant aroma. He looked at the elder with a straight back and an aura of sharpness about his body, which, due to the external oppression, had to be contained. And because of this containment, it seemed even more fierce and sharp. He slowly said:

"I’ll accept this wine."

"Since it is a wine of apology, naturally, how it is disposed of is up to me."

"What do you think, sir?"

The elder chuckled softly, his smile slight but seemingly quite pleased.

The person before him had never succumbed to the pressure of Grandmaster-level qi force; even in a desperate situation, he was still looking for a way to break through. Though it was just a playful matter, it involuntarily made him nostalgic for the past, for his old adversaries.

Back then, he was not as aged as he is now.

He raised his eyes again to look at the incense burning in front of him.

The incense was nearly finished, and a tinge of regret appeared in the depths of the elder’s eyes as he spoke lightly:

"Of course, you can also pass this cup of wine to someone else to drink."

Wang Anfeng’s eyes narrowed slightly as he stepped aside to look around, but where his gaze fell, those who had just been warmly associating with him were either looking away or smiling faintly, not uttering a word as though they had not seen Wang Anfeng’s gaze.

This scene did not come as a surprise to Wang Anfeng.

In the end, what they wanted to befriend was someone who could bring them benefits.

Whether that person was righteous or evil, whether it was Lin the library guardian or Mr. Lin.

Wang Anfeng turned to look at the elder and at the martial artist holding the saber, exhaling deeply with both hands cupping the goblet ceremoniously, and said faintly:

"Since ancient times, Heaven and Earth have nourished all things. Today, having received this wine, I dare not drink it alone."

"First, a toast to Heaven."

With that, he turned his wrist and, to the astonishment of all the onlookers, poured out the wine brewed and boiled by the elder himself directly onto the ground. A trace of surprise appeared in the elder’s eyes, while the martial artist named Dong Xuan’s eyes widened with rising anger in their depths.

His palm, resting by reflex on the hilt of his saber, clenched hard.

In the midst of the harsh and killing sound of the saber, it, in its sheath, struck toward Wang Anfeng.

The original ’momentum’ was broken.

To strike now meant to counterattack, not to provoke. Wang Anfeng’s eyes lit up slightly, he exhaled deeply, his previously suppressed and chaotic emotions, feelings of suffocation accumulated in the world of gaining favor, now burst out in this moment, as his right hand directly raised to grasp the hilt of his sword behind him.

The sword, together with its sheath, drew out.

The fierce, almost violent sound of the sword echoed to the skies.

As the two sheathed weapons collided, the surrounding Imperial Guards, having seen the elder, stopped in their tracks. Within an area of several zhang, a sword and a saber collided like lightning, qi force tearing around like ripping silk. Yet for some reason, they had no impact on the world, even the sound was confined to this pocket of the world.

Amidst the resounding clash, the saber and the sword remained locked together.

Dong Xuan’s eyes were fixed on Wang Anfeng with an intense stare.

Since he was a child, he had been adopted by his master, whom he regarded as both teacher and father. To Dong Xuan, Wang Anfeng’s recent actions felt almost like a humiliation, and he said in a cold voice,

"You actually dared..."

At this moment, the suffocation in Wang Anfeng’s chest had dissipated, leaving only the pride of youth. After glancing at the elder nearby, he said loudly,

"The ritual sacrifice to Heaven and Earth has existed since ancient times!"

"Wang does not know what he did wrong!"

What he was doing now was nothing more than self-defense, and it was justified, so he was no longer worried.

Just then, the elder slightly nodded his head and suddenly flicked his sleeve, sending a cup of clear wine shooting out as he said indifferently,

"The second cup, to the Earth."

As he finished speaking, the second cup of wine shattered, and its contents seeped into the earth.

"The third cup, to the ancestors, to the past holy and absolute teachings."

As the liquid hit the ground, amidst the swirling cold plum blossoms, the rich fragrance almost made one drunk without even drinking.

"The fourth cup, takes a drink."

The clear liquid shot out.

Wang Anfeng’s expression changed slightly, knowing that the old man in front of him seemed determined to make him drink this cup of wine today, to break his own rules. He tried to free himself, but the Imperial Guard’s inner strength suddenly increased, making it difficult to escape, only causing a wave of energy like the tide to arise.

The wine, like a swimming dragon, moved towards Wang Anfeng’s lips.

For some reason, he felt an uncontrollable urge to open his mouth and accept this stream of wine.

The sword in his hand almost felt ready to be drawn from its sheath.

But before the wooden sword could be unsheathed, a ring of clear sound exploded first.

A flash of silver sword light, like lightning, instantly split the wine in two. The clear scent of wine scattered across the sword edge, adding a chilling sharpness.

And within the ’world’ that was originally a whole, a totally different ’intent’ emerged.

There was no ripple in the elder’s eyes.

In front of him, the sandalwood stick had just burnt out at the exact moment the sound of the sword rang out, not a second earlier, not a moment later, as if it had been timed perfectly.

In his eyes, there was a faint sense of detachment and fatigue.

The other spectators were so shocked that they stood agape.

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The third person bearing a weapon...

And yet, daring to draw a sword at today’s banquet hosted by the Imperial Grandson, daring to draw a sword in front of the master.

Their hearts nearly stopped beating.

Madness?!

Does she even realize the consequences of drawing her sword here today, does she even know?!

A gaze of stupefaction watched as the wine scattered down, almost becoming like the Mo Family’s automaton people, the events of today being so unorthodox that they were unable to react.

Humming!

As the wine was about to disperse, a pure white longsword suddenly hummed softly, the entwined qi force like fine silk, enveloping the wine. With the sword edge slightly tilted, the cold clear wine slid down the ridge of the blade, the edge as cold as the moon, but the wielder, a young girl, seemed even more captivating than the bright moon.

With just a slight parting of her lips, not a drop of the clear wine was spilled, all consumed by the girl, whose fair complexion began to blush, her tawny eyes shining.

After drinking, she waved her hand, and the sword hummed lightly, the fair right hand gently tapping the longsword, placing it behind her back.

Her black hair cascaded like a waterfall, loosely gathered over her left shoulder. The girl, no more than seventeen or eighteen years old, faced the somewhat dazed gaze of the young man with a bold smile, dazzlingly beautiful,

"Wang Anfeng, haven’t seen you in two years, have you missed me?"

Her voice paused, then she laughed lightly again, confidently saying,

"You must have!"

PS: Over 7,000 words today, combined into one chapter...