Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 691 - 16: Hiding (Two in One)_3

Chapter 691 -16: Hiding (Two in One)_3

There was no time to gather strength, as several streaks of flowing light intercepted the incoming arrows.

The first arrow broke without effect.

The second arrow halted the incoming force.

Just as the third arrow was about to deflect it, the lightning-fast arrow suddenly split in the middle, releasing a sweet fragrance that burst forth instantly.

Beneath this intense fragrance, the fresh scent Feng Yue had noticed upon entering the stronghold suddenly deepened, as if it were drilling directly into the marrow of her bones.

Wu Feiwen’s expression drastically changed. He tried to retreat but found his legs weakened, nearly collapsing to the ground. He barely managed to support himself with the war bow while almost everyone else slumped to the ground.

Although Feng Yue’s martial arts were not weak, she was pleased with the fresh scent when she came in and couldn’t help but take a deep breath, and now, this refreshing scent continuously spread deep into her bones and meridians.

A wave of weakness surged like a tide.

Her blood surged, and when she opened her mouth, she coughed up a large amount of fresh blood, her complexion growing even paler.

Wu Feiwen’s expression shook.

“A peculiar poison?!”

After the two scents merged, for some reason, a visible dust appeared in the air, gradually spreading and slowly enveloping everyone.

On the green mountainside, Wang Anfeng pulled a slightly longer arrow from the ground next to him. Holding the tail of the arrow, with the arrowhead rubbing against the ground, he drew a slow arc around him.

The arrowhead friction turned it a fiery red and immediately it burst into flames.

Covered with deep blue lightning, Wang Anfeng held the arrow, slowly laid it on the bowstring, pinched the arrow with two fingers, and gripped the bow. Taking a deep breath, his muscles bulged.

The bowstring was slowly drawn.

Accompanied by a slight, continuous sound, lightning spread along the bow, emanating from both sides like stars, flickering in and out.

The bow became fully drawn.

Wang Anfeng’s expression was calm.

“Drunk on life…”

Ranked seventh among the peculiar poisons of Medicine King Valley’s Middle Third Rank.

Diffused overnight.

Unaware of life.

As the bowstring was released, with a violent tremor, the first arrow shot out, clearing the air currents, creating a brief windless trail. The second arrow followed this somewhat pale trail, speeding toward Wu Feiwen at a pace three times faster than before.

Wu Feiwen’s heart trembled fiercely, he spread his left hand without hesitation, grabbed Feng Yue, the closest person, used his arm strength, and threw her forward forcefully. Using this force, he retreated repeatedly backward.

The next moment, Feng Yue’s voluptuous body was pierced by the forth-coming arrow.

Thunderfire erupted.

The next moment, a fierce heat instantly ignited all the dust in a several meters radius. The temperature surged, immediately fuelled by the heat wave caused by the flames spreading outward extremely fast, at a pace only a Middle Third Rank martial artist could react to.

Lightning accompanied by the spreading flames swept through, instantly swallowing Feng Yue’s momentary confusion.

Meanwhile, Wu Feiwen had already turned and was staggering wildly towards the outside, taking advantage of the explosive spreading of the flames to burst outwards, and in an instant, he crossed several tens of meters, tumbling down outside the fortress, rolling messily on the ground.

A young guard who was chatting with the remaining guards heard a sound like the roar of heaven and earth, his expression instantly blank.

On the green mountaintop, the terrible flames visibly spread in a ring shape within three breaths, like the tidal bore of the Qiantang River, surging outward. The red glow flowed, the lightning accompanying the scorching heat, warping a portion of heaven and earth.

Fire,

Burning the clouds.

The severe heat disappeared, severe white smoke surged into the sky like Kunpeng swallowing clouds, then naturally fell back down.

The entire stronghold was engulfed in flames.

Wu Feiwen, a once formidable figure, clumsily descended the mountain, his eyes red, coughing violently, his voice hoarse and tearing at the lungs, he said:

“Retreat fast!”

“Everyone else is dead!!!”

The stallion, startled, whinnied incessantly.

Wang Anfeng retracted his bow and arrows. The strong bow he had brought from Shaolin Temple still vibrated persistently, the lightning on it receding, the body of the bow gradually breaking, piece by piece, dropping to the ground.

The stronghold was fiercely burning, casting its reflection in his eyes.

Wang Anfeng threw the strong bow he held to the ground, turned around, and said:

“Let’s go.”

He mounted his horse.

In the group, Mo Xiaoqi felt worried and reluctant, watching his burning old home, though his heart was still racing.

He glanced at the Great Village Chief beside him, a burly man with a large black pot on his back, which had once been his Declared Flower Great Axe.

In his hand, he still held a large iron spoon.

That was originally his iron sword.

Mo Xiaoqi murmured:

“Is this really okay?”

The Fortress Leader glanced at him, a previously ignored pawn who now was no different, as everyone was in misfortune, and there was no distinction between chief and pawn. He replied:

“Definitely, fire can destroy all traces, no wonder those Jianghu bandits always like to set a big fire after killing, truly too clever indeed.”

Mo Xiaoqi, face enlightened, nodded his head and then said:

“But why do we also have to run…”

“We are not gods, god’s what mansion…”

The Great Village Chief sighed, patted Mo Xiaoqi on the head, and with a face full of melancholy, said, “Xiaoqi, is ten silver pieces a lot?”

Mo Xiaoqi nodded without hesitation.

What he wished most was to save up ten silver pieces to get a wife.

The Village Chief’s face grew even more gloomy, stretched out his hand and rubbed Mo Xiaoqi’s head, then touched his own large forehead, and said:

“Your head is probably not even worth ten silver pieces now…”

“At least I appear like a third-rate character, I should be worth a bit more.”

“Fifty pieces, no less, hey, really feels like wanting to swap the head for some money, that’s several years’ worth of drinking money.”

Mo Xiaoqi opened his mouth, then his face was full of panic, and said:

“Then, then what do we do?!”

“Let’s run away!”

The burly man beside him glared at him and said:

“Run what for goodness sake!”

Mo Xiaoqi shrank his neck backwards and mournfully said:

“But, if we don’t run, won’t we just be delivering our necks for someone else to marry off?”

“The Third Master said I’m still young, I don’t even know what a woman feels like, dying now would be too much of a loss.”

The burly man rolled his eyes and cursed, “Old Three, always spoiling the mood,” then glanced at the mourning Mo Xiaoqi, annoyed, and lowered his voice:

“It won’t come to that…”

“I thought maybe we needed to run, but this ‘sir’ here is different, no need to run, running might bring even worse luck.”

Mo Xiaoqi followed his gaze toward Wang Anfeng walking at the forefront, confusion on his face as he said:

“What?”

The burly man slapped his head and grinned:

“Stupid.”

“Since we don’t know how to cover our tracks, let’s make sure no one on the opposite side can trace us.”

“Kill off those who can trace, and by hook or by crook, that’s how we conceal our tracks.”

PS: Today a two-in-one update bringing…5400 words, which is like two chapters, each has 2700 words, not bad huh….