Why do I have so many masters?

Chapter 762 -56: The Majestic Righteous Qi (10,000-Word Mega Chapter, Also Taking Leave)_5

“Do you not retreat quickly?!”

Wang Anfeng seemed not to hear, took another step forward, his right foot in front, shoulders sinking, his right hand which had been hanging low was now effortlessly lifted, calm and unruffled, his qi condensing like a mountain.

Like the Kunlun Mountains.

In the next moment, the Kunlun Mountains seemed to collapse.

A booming wave of qi burst forth, causing the disciples at the forefront to spew blood and stumble back, their weapons breaking in their hands. The surrounding disciples spread out, their weapons sharp and ready, as Wang Anfeng stood up, looking squarely at these disciples from prestigious sects and schools.

The steward was internally shaken, and shouted angrily:

“Who on earth are you?!”

Wang Anfeng raised his right hand and with a rustling sound removed the bundle that was tightly wrapped around his back, placed it with a rustle next to him, and replied:

“Divine Martial Mansion, Wang Anfeng.”

The steward was momentarily stunned, sifting through his memory for major sects and noble clans without success, until his memory returned to recent times. Only then did he suddenly realize the significance of those six characters combined, chilling him to the core.

Wang Anfeng’s left hand rested behind his back, his right hand resting on the long, wrapped bundle. With a bit of pressure, a ripping sound was heard as the blue cloth scattered like butterflies, revealing the Wooden Sword that carried a notorious reputation across Jiangnan Road and Jianghu. The sword was octagonal, with Taoist talismans on one side and Buddhist scriptures on the other.

The sword rang out with a clear cry.

He raised the sword in his hand, his own qi mechanism climbing with his combat will, eventually connecting with the Divine Weapon in his grasp, as if it could soar into the sky, offering a brief glimpse of the majesty of thousands of mountains and rivers.

He faced five hundred sword-wielding disciples. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ

He looked evenly at the five hundred swordsmen standing high and mighty, calmly saying:

“Wang Anfeng is ascending the mountain, and you cannot stop me.”

Billions of tons of water smashed onto the rocks, splashing in all directions, roaring like thunder.

The man dressed in a dark blue robe turned around, looking at the fellow disciple he had once been closest with. He was considerably younger than his senior brother, who from his youth had taught him scriptures and principles. Now, he was extremely disappointed with this man, who was gentle and even meek, and said:

“Do you still think I’m wrong?”

He laughed mockingly, whether in self-deprecation or in derision of Jiang Yang, saying:

“Do you know what I want to do?”

Jiang Yang, whose youthful experiences had been pointed out, nodded slightly, saying:

“I do.”

“You intend to utilize the ‘Heavenly Inquiry’ scroll in your hand to set up a formation that would block the Dragon Qi of Great Qin, to revive the national destiny of the already perished Western Shu Kingdom, to reignite chaos, to settle the national fate, but I never thought you would be this impatient, striking at me first.”

Zhang Zuosheng’s eyes widened in disbelief that Jiang Yang knew everything, and a flame of anger rose within him. He pointed to the heavens and shouted loudly:

“Then why do you think I’m wrong?!”

“As scholars, we cultivate ourselves and manage households and govern states; the righteous way the books speak of involves an uncorrupted life dedicated to the nation and its people. But you, after the violent Qin occupied our lands, how could you, like those ungrateful commoners of humble origin, defect to the side of Qin?!”

“A noble clan with generations of scholarship, and yet you forget in a blink of an eye?”

“You deserve to die, to be disgraced!”

Zhang Zuosheng clenched his teeth in rage, his eyes wide with fury, gesturing with a summons, and a streak of light flew from the waterfall into his hand, exuding a natural harmony. He glared at the man before him, bitterness in his voice turning into a mocking tone:

“What’s there to say to a traitor like you?”

Jiang Yang steadied his spirit, speaking calmly:

“Jiang Yang indeed deserves to bear countless curses.”

“But you are still wrong.”

Zhang Zuosheng looked up with a cold laugh, saying, “Wrong? Speak, you man on the verge of death, what is right?”

Jiang Yang remained silent.

Zhang Zuosheng mockingly said: “I once took pride in you? Who would have known that you, a ‘loyal official of two dynasties,’ received such rewards?”

Jiang Yang opened his eyes to look at his younger disciple brother, then suddenly spoke softly about something unrelated to the nation. He said:

“Do you remember there was a tea house at the foot of our mountain gate?”

“An old man there once sold me many books, saying his family had fallen on hard times, that his daughter had just been born. He gave the girl a lovely name, changed it to Le Ping, meaning to ask for peace and safety. He said that after experiencing chaos, if his child could grow up in peace and safety, and marry in peace, that would be the best.”

Zhang Zuosheng sneered without a word.

Jiang Yang continued: “The tofu pudding in Heaven Capital City is exceptional. There used to be a young girl there—likely a married woman by now—who made delicious tofu pudding with a Wu-Chu flavor. I had been to the Heavenly Capital, and every time I would eat two bowls, one when I arrived, and another before I left.”

“There was a young man in Jiang Yang City who loved practicing his singing at night, claiming he wanted to be the number one musician under heaven. He would often cause trouble for the night-patrolling officials and even once scared the night watchman half to death. When he told me this, there were still bruises on his face.”

“Every year, the Northern Lands would receive many letters from all over the Central Plains, and I’d reply to each one. I once visited the Fufeng Lantern Festival; it was an exceptionally lively scene. If you walk down the street, in the market there’s a family selling lanterns, not particularly well-made, yet always the first to be sold out.”

“She would receive many letters from the Northern Frontier every year, treasuring each as if they were her most precious possessions. But I heard from soldiers that her husband had died in an Eagle Hunter’s raid of the Xiongnu, that the letters were written on his behalf by living comrades.”

“One is replaced as soon as one dies, they say a person must have something to look forward to in life.”