Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 710 - 26 Why have you come here? (Two in one)

Chapter 710 -26 Why have you come here? (Two in one)

After parting with the veteran troops of the Divine Martial Mansion, there remained only a little over a hundred Qing Taoqi riders.

However, outside of this group, Mo Xiaoqi’s former bandit followers, as well as the Jianghu individuals who had been defeated and brought into the stronghold earlier, all followed silently behind the Divine Martial Mansion, not directly leaving.

Mo Xiaoqi and the people from the stronghold had, after all, shared weal and woe with the Divine Martial Mansion, and with the stronghold gone, they had nowhere to set foot.

The carpenter Huang Xiaoping, due to the seemingly endless mechanical designs in Yuchi Jie’s belly and the axe in his hand that appeared to be blessed by his forefathers, had no plans to move an inch, even in death.

When he saw the Eight Gates Golden Lock Formation he had crafted open wide, connecting to the earth’s energy, he truly felt a sensation that if he were to die there that day, it would have been worth it.

Therefore, he now simply followed behind the Qing Taoqi, step by step, fearing that one misstep would leave him behind.

Those from the Jianghu were different; they were from Sects in the Jiangnan Road of Jianghu, with teachers and friends still in Jiangnan Road’s Jianghu, the battle fought by the Divine Martial Mansion today had forged unbreakable enmity with the various Sects of Jiangnan Road’s Jianghu.

Gradually, the Martial Artists from Jianghu who followed behind the Qing Taoqi slowed down, first by a few paces, then slower, and slower, until they became like silent stones, shrouded within the curtain of rain, distancing themselves from the group ahead.

In the end, only Hang Yong from the Liu Sword Sect remained following behind.

The junior brother he had once protected at the risk of his own life was no longer present; a few miles back, their shared uncle had grabbed him without resistance or struggle. The young man once collapsed in front of him had gradually moved away.

Mo Xiaoqi slowed his pace, moving from the front of the queue to Hang Yong’s side, and upon seeing the young Swordsman with vacant eyes, seemingly lifeless as a walking corpse, he empathetically sighed and patted his shoulder.

Wang Anfeng walked at the front. At sunset that day, they found a small town to settle in. The inn of such a small town was usually just for show, rarely frequented by visitors. That day, however, it became bustling, startling the elderly Shopkeepers into bewilderment.

Yuchi Jie pawned his own precious jade for some Silver Coin, taking all the inns within the small town to barely accommodate everyone.

Only at this point did Wang Anfeng allow his tense nerves to relax slightly. After arranging everything, he stayed alone in his own guest room.

Xue Qinshuang and Sikou Tingfeng were each given a top room. Restless, she did not go to find Sikou Tingfeng, but paced to Wang Anfeng’s door, raised her hand to tentatively knock, and upon finding no answer, she withdrew her hand, muttering to herself,

“He must be tired… He should rest well.”

She took a few steps toward her own room, then hesitated, pursed her lips, turned around, and strode back to Wang Anfeng’s door, gently pushing it open.

Looking inside, she saw Wang Anfeng sitting next to the table, staring at the outside sky, not much changed from when she last saw him, but he seemed different from before—a hardness about him, like freshly forged iron.

Xue Qinshuang slowed her pace as she walked behind him, following his gaze outside. The sudden heavy rain had stopped, with the sun hanging on the side of the mountain, large swaths of sky displaying a dim red, like burning, glowing red charcoal.

“Miss Xue…”

Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze, turned around, and looked at Xue Qinshuang dressed as a man. Previously, during the fight with Cao Donglin, if it weren’t for Xue Qinshuang and Sikou Tingfeng’s unexpected arrival, his injuries would have been much worse than they were now.

Xue Qinshuang smiled, “I wanted to check on you. I thought you might be downcast, but it seems I was worried over nothing.”

Wang Anfeng smiled, replying softly,

“It’s not so much being downcast. Wei Dao’er and the others should have their own lives, not bound by the Divine Martial Mansion. Yet, despite that, I still wish that their later years could be better.”

Xue Qinshuang said, “Great Qin’s compensation for veterans after the war is quite good. Although becoming exceedingly wealthy is difficult to achieve, belonging to a moderately affluent household should be no problem, so you needn’t worry too much.”

“It’s getting late, shall we go down and eat something?”

“There’s something else I need to discuss with you.”

“Hmm.”

Wang Anfeng and Xue Qinshuang walked out side by side. Their rooms were in the upper levels of the inn, on the third floor, while the Qing Taoqi occupied the first floor. The head chef in the kitchen was so busy he barely had a moment to spare, wishing he had more hands.

Walking down the stairs to Wang Anfeng’s right, Xue Qinshuang suddenly spoke,

“About the thing Cao Donglin mentioned before he died… what do you think?”

“Him?”

Wang Anfeng’s expression grew slightly solemn. He had originally thought Cao Donglin was the biggest problem and obstacle in this matter, but right before being stabbed through the heart by Wang Anfeng’s sword, Cao Donglin mentioned another person’s name.

Before bringing up this person, one has to mention the various powers within the Jianghu. In the Jianghu of Great Qin, although Sects and legacies abound, there are uniquely seven Sects that can be called grand Sects, and there are numerous Noble Clans in the Jianghu, with four Noble Clans each dominating a region.