Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 709 - 25 Everything is Over, Everything Just Began (One - Leave)

Chapter 709 -25 Everything is Over, Everything Just Began (One Chapter Leave)

Jiangdong’s hero knelt on the ground.

The tall swordsman with the surname Yan had a clear and resonant longsword pierced through his chest, and the Taiyin Sword Qi of the Qingfeng Edge severed all his circulation and vitality.

Wang Anfeng planned to forcefully break through the encirclement head-on, and by the end of this tale, he had succeeded. He fought like a Flood Dragon locked in the vast rivers and seas, exerting full strength and violently breaking free from the chains, baring his fangs, and slaying those who sought to kill the dragon amidst Jianghu.

Wang Anfeng scattered a lot of medicinal powder in the forest to prevent his corpse from causing an epidemic due to sultriness if they were killed here. Upon leaving, Yuchi Jie, who had wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, picked up a sword and carved the words “Divine Martial Mansion” on that part of the rock face Wang Anfeng’s fist strength had smashed open.

But due to the previous manipulation of the military formation’s momentum depleting much of his vigor, the inscription was crooked and shallow, looking like a few thin, faint white lines lying on the black ground.

Wang Anfeng quietly watched him murmuring, then took a battle saber from the hand of a Qing Taoqi cavalry soldier next to him, step by step ascending the steps, and when he reached the highest point, he repeatedly hacked at the mountain wall struck by the fist strength.

When he landed on the ground, large characters had already emerged there.

Yuchi Jie stood like a statue under the sun, gazing steadfastly at the mountain wall. It was unknown how much time had passed before he slowly withdrew his gaze and looked towards Wang Anfeng, who was stained with blood, and asked,

“Is this okay?”

He paused for a moment before forcing a relaxed smile and added, “Isn’t it too arrogant? I feel this isn’t quite your style. Doesn’t Cao Donglin still have supporters behind him?”

Wang Anfeng handed the saber back to a Qing Taoqi cavalry soldier surnamed Lan and said with an indifferent smile,

“If it’s arrogant, then it’s arrogant.”

“Let’s go!”

A procession of more than a thousand people marched out of the woods magnificently, causing the onlookers from Jianghu to feel as if waves were trembling in their hearts, but they found themselves speechless, watching the procession of both elders and youths emerge from the woods.

No longer needing to hide, they walked with heads held high and chests puffed out.

When they descended from the Wen Family’s slaughter, it was still springtime, everywhere blooming like brocade. By now, even the late-blooming flowers had mostly withered, and one could hear the sounds of cicadas everywhere.

The group walked into the nearest town, the townspeople who had never seen such domineering Jianghu martial artists were terrified, and even the defending soldiers appeared extremely anxious.

The white-haired old soldier who led them stopped in his tracks near the city gate and did not go any further, reflecting with a smile,

“We won’t go in; this is as far as we go. We probably once fought on the battlefield together. It would be wrong for us, a thousand men, to make things difficult for our former brothers…”

Wang Anfeng nodded silently, agreeing with the sentiment.

The white-haired old soldier continued with a smile, “Wei Dao’er never imagined that at his age, he’d have the chance to battle once more with a few old brothers from Divine Martial Mansion today. With that said, even if I die, there will be no regrets.”

“It’s just a pity. As an old man with no descendants, it’s impossible to let my children and grandchildren serve under the banner of Divine Martial Mansion.”

Wang Anfeng finally spoke, his voice soft as if he were still a student under Elder Jiang Shouyi’s tutelage,

“There’s no need for that.”

The old soldier grinned and answered, “How can you say there’s no need? Wei Dao’er never had an education, doesn’t understand concepts of humanity and justice. To this old bag of bones, Divine Martial Mansion is the ultimate truth in the world.”

Wang Anfeng hesitated, unable to find words, then said softly,

“We have a place in Fufeng in the west to settle down; everyone might as well come with us there… There will be some support.”

The old soldier from Divine Martial, Wei Dao’er, asked, “Will there be battles?”

Seeing the hesitation on Wang Anfeng’s face, the old man smoothed his beard like the mane of an aged lion, which in the sunset occasionally shone with a hint of golden glow, but was otherwise pale, having burnt out all colors. Wei Dao’er smiled wistfully and shook his head,

“It seems not, then no. At least this old bag of bones won’t go. Besides, being someone who only knows how to snatch lives from the mud, and soon unable to wield a saber at his age, why should I go?”

“I only reluctantly helped you this time. After this, I can no longer fight on the battlefield, to have you young people protect us would be a burden, and my old brothers would never forgive me.”

His laughter was robust.

He ran a good tavern, always pouring extra wine without diluting it. People from Divine Martial Mansion were genuine; a word from them held its weight.

Wang Anfeng remained somewhat silent. He wanted to protect these old soldiers who traveled long distances just hearing the three words of Divine Martial Mansion, but he also knew that from now on, he would inevitably face battles again, yet how could he promise to protect them?

Moreover, these old men, in the past twenty years, might have formed new relationships. He had no right, nor did he wish to bind these seasoned soldiers to the three words of Divine Martial Mansion and make them give up the familial joys they hard-earned.

That would be wrong.

He looked up at Wei Dao’er and the old soldiers behind him and suddenly said with a smile,

“When we were traversing Jianghu, you couldn’t hear or see us, and indeed you were at a disadvantage. Don’t hold it against us at that time.”

Wei Dao’er was startled for a moment, then burst into hearty laughter, saying,

“I’m waiting, I’m waiting! My ears are still fine, and my eyes aren’t blind. Young Master, rest assured, the life of Wei Dao’er is destined to drown in liquor, and only then can I rest easy when I am taken away by the relentless ghosts after hearing the grand name of Divine Martial!”

Wang Anfeng asked softly,

“Do you want to have another big drink?”

Wei Dao’er laughed heartily and nodded.

Thus, jar after jar of fine wine was brought out from the city. More than a hundred Qing Taoqi walked boldly, Gongsun Jing’s hair had grown much paler, and he silently transported jar after jar of liquor. The shopkeeper of the tavern, who had received bloodstained silver, shook uncontrollably due to weak legs.

All the old, fine wines of the city.

Yuchi Jie threw down all his silver, completely purifying his sleeves.

The Defending General stood atop the city wall, watching over a thousand people silently standing upright, each with a blade in their left hand and a wine jar in their right, clad in blood-stained armor with red tassels dancing in the wind like ignited flames, making his breathing laborious.

Xue Qinshuang, who had previously rushed to partake in the battle against Cao Donglin, watched the silhouette of Wang Anfeng.

She knew he wouldn’t drink at all.

Then she saw Wang Anfeng briskly break the clay seal of the wine jar in his hand; the soldiers of Divine Martial Mansion in front of him uniformly did the same, and Wang Anfeng, like a bold Military General in the army, grabbed the jar and fiercely tilted his head back.

Last year, when facing the Grandmaster Lin Zizai, he still wouldn’t drink even a single gulp, but now he was only focused on drinking deeply.

A thousand Divine Martial Mansion, regardless of age, boldly drank deeply.

The air was redolent with the smell of wine.

In the battle-worn valley, even the bravest martial artists of Jianghu would wait until the best-sighted could no longer spot the traces of Divine Martial Mansion before daring to approach slowly.

Because it was about to rain, the wind was cool, which typically carried a slightly moist and earthy fishy smell, but now it was gradually filled with a thick blood scent, impossible to disperse.

The fastest martial artist ran to the base of the cliff, lifting his head to see the writings on the rock, all fierce and unrestrained, his body stiffening, almost unable to move. Hence, there was a Blood Copper Mine, and that line of words seemed as though they were written with the fresh blood in the wind, brimming with crimson.

The wind blew through the valley.

One hundred and seventy-three Great Qin standard longswords were thrust into the ground.

They sang softly non-stop.

Strong wind.

An emptiness that was almost devoid of everything instantly permeated the martial artist, and inexplicably, his legs went weak, causing him to fall to the ground.

The rain clouds that had been gathering for a long time finally burst forth with a rumbling sound, and rain started to fall, diluting the thick blood scent significantly. Thousands of hectares of pine trees on the mountain made a rustling sound in the rain, resembling waves, carrying an ancient flavor.

The sound of the blades was distant.

Divine Martial Mansion executed Cao Donglin here.

As the rustling sound continued, one wine jar after another smashed onto the ground. Old soldier Wei Dao’er of Divine Martial forcefully smashed down the jars, then wiped the liquor from his beard, laughing heartily, “Twenty years, it has been twenty years since I’ve drunk so freely! Refreshing! Refreshing!”

Then he turned towards Wang Anfeng and gave a heavy fist salute, his eyes reddening, and loudly said,

“Old soldier Wei Dao’er of Divine Martial Mansion, retires!”

“Divine Martial Mansion, I leave it to you all!”

Wang Anfeng, Yuchi Jie, Gongsun Jing, and over a hundred Qing Taoqi, each straightened their bodies and saluted in response. Then, standing on the city wall, the General, pained by the loss of good wine, saw two groups of people in similar armor, the old and the young, bright and ancient, mingling yet clearly distinct, one turning north and the other south, brushing past each other.

Wei Dao’er raised his intact arm, gently pounding it on Wang Anfeng’s chest.

“Hey, kid.”

Twenty-three years ago, that great man had said,

“Welcome to Divine Martial Mansion.”

PS: Today’s update presented…

Thank you to Long Mu for eleven thousand starting coins, the five bark teenagers for their considerable donations, and the Caviar Stars for their substantial gifts, very much appreciated.

I am already dead… Um, I’m taking a half-day off today, will resume normal updates tomorrow…