Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 562 - 200 Change of Ownership (1/2) (4200 words)

Wang Anfeng didn't have much time in Jing Feng City to properly comprehend the Jue Que Sword Momentum. Given that his whereabouts had already been exposed two days ago, it wasn't wise to linger in one place for too long. He rested for a few days to regain some energy and then left from the east gate.

The day before, he had a casual conversation with Gong Yu.

According to Jiu Zizai's habits, he would spend a long time in Xianping County, Liangzhou every autumn.

Liangzhou was known for producing fine wines which the late emperor had once praised as exquisite, thus amplifying its reputation. Ever since Jiu Zizai had a grand bout of drinking there seven years ago, he would stay for a month every year to indulge in the local wines before leaving satisfied.

Now that they had just descended from Qingfeng Edge, Jing Feng City was under the jurisdiction of Guangwu County, located in the northern part of Great Qin. To head directly to Liangzhou, they only needed to travel southwest. With their pace, even with some delays, it would take at most two months.

They would arrive in Liangzhou during the scorching summer days.

Instead of rushing on their journey and then waiting in Liangzhou for several months, it was better to seize this opportunity for a tour. They would head south from the north, pass through east and west Jiangnan, then turn westward and enter Liangzhou through the sword-infested southern trails.

On the 15th of August this year, Liangzhou was hosting a Mid-Autumn wine festival.

Since seven years ago, Jiu Zizai had never missed this event, so they should be able to find the carefree elder of Jianghu there.

The influence of White Tiger Hall was vast, with countless highly skilled martial artists within. Now that Wang Anfeng had clues of Jiu Zizai's whereabouts, there was no rush to find him immediately. Moreover, he might have plans to search for news about White Tiger Hall along the way, so he had no objections to this approach.

Gong Yu had descended from the mountain on orders from his master, with the mission of escorting Lin Qiaofu and another companion on a tour. Since it was a tour, the more places they visited, the better. Only by meeting many people, seeing many mountains, and observing many swords, could they truly say they had traveled.

Yuchi Jie had spent generously on silver coins to scour Jing Feng City for several superior military horses, locally named as White-hoofed Blacks. Their bodies were entirely black except for their snow-white hooves, and they looked extraordinarily spirited.

They were classified among the best of the three hundred forty-one types of rideable horses listed in the "Treatise on Horses". They were just a fine distinction away from the genuinely superior breed of extraordinary horses. Had the author Bo Weiyong pondered a little longer, perhaps these few horses could have been included in the list of one hundred seventy superior breeds.

Ordinary people would find it hard to obtain even one, yet he managed to find three in such a short period of time.

He then spent a thousand taels of silver to purchase the masterpiece of a Grandmaster Craftsman from the Mo Family.

This was a carriage made of Dark Gold Wood, which had a deep color that resembled gold glistening in the night.

By the time Wang Anfeng and Gong Yu were ready to set off, the dissolute noble was standing at the gate with a face full of smug pride, next to the carriage he had spent a hefty amount of silver on.

Hong Luoyu stood with his hands behind his back, next to the carriage. His expression was as calm and ordinary as ever, and others might think little of him at a glance. Wang Anfeng, however, could guess the satisfaction in the third master's heart.

There was no question about it—the carriage was indeed impressive!

When a Grandmaster Craftsman of the Mo Family took action, the result was neither superficial like that of the newly rich, yet it had an earth-shattering effect in the eyes of the connoisseur: understated but impressive, scratching exactly where Hong Luoyu itched.

"This... Lady Gong..."

Wang Anfeng looked at Hong Luoyu, who seemed as calm as a light breeze and a gentle cloud but was in fact rooted to the spot, unable to move. As the corner of his mouth twitched, he turned to Gong Yu at his side.

The carriage was extravagant and valuable.

He wasn't one to casually accept such generosity, but seeing Hong Luoyu's current demeanor, he genuinely couldn't bring himself to refuse.

Gong Yu nodded. He hadn't spoken yet when the curtain on one side of the carriage was pulled back, revealing Lin Qiaofu's small head. The young girl had a package from Qingfeng Edge tied to her waist, and she held snacks in her arms. Looking at Gong Yu, she said:

"Uncle Master, Big Brother Wang, have you arrived?"

"This carriage is so comfortable..."

Gong Yu remained silent and turned his head to look at Wang Anfeng again.

Yuchi Jie had already come forward, smiling, "Brother Wang, and Elder Gong, our journey might not be short. You two, with your high levels of martial arts, naturally don't have any worries, and I am thick-skinned and tough, so it's not a problem for me either."

"But Miss Lin is delicate and may not be able to endure the hardships of travel."

"Moreover, I've used some special materials on this carriage that keep mosquitoes at bay. Why not give it a try? If you don't like it, we can sell it and switch to another carriage."

Gong Yu looked at Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng sighed and addressed the smiling scion, "Then, I thank you for your concerns."

"Yuchi."

The smile on Yuchi Jie's face glowed brightly.

The family's steward, Lao Lu, stood by with his hands tucked into his sleeves and an expressionless face, silently calculating the expenses. He glanced at his young master, who changed his clothes daily, and then at the ordinary-looking carriage that was in fact piled up with silver. He earnestly considered whether he should just knock his young master out and drag him back home.

They'd been spending money as if it were nothing, and their travel funds had already diminished significantly. At this rate of expenditure, it wouldn't be long before they would have to beg for a living on the road.

Lao Lu's gaze lingered on Yuchi Jie, drifting uncertainly behind his neck.

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Yuchi Jie shuddered.

The two female disciples of Qingfeng Edge, along with Gong Yu, sat inside the carriage. Because Hong Luoyu was the senior, he naturally took the seat of honor, while Yuchi Jie, true to his words, rode alongside Wang Anfeng on horseback, not attempting to cozy up to the Qingfeng Edge disciples inside.