Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 724 - 33: Trouble and Prohibition (Combined)_2

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As Wang Anfeng reached the stairs, he happened to see the martial artists coming up. He stepped to the side to clear the way. These martial artists seemingly took him, due to his current attire, for a servant sent to check on the disturbance and did not pay him much attention, giving him only a cursory glance before looking away.

Wang Anfeng stood to one side with a friendly smile on his face. When the two slim individuals passed by him, he took a subtle sniff with his nose. The others didn’t seem to notice anything, but the smaller martial artist supporting his companion turned sharply, glaring fiercely at Wang Anfeng.

The person beside him sensed something amiss and, following the gaze to Wang Anfeng, paused briefly before nodding his head. Then, turning to speak a few words to his companion, the other withdrew his attention, though it seemed he snorted softly in disdain.

With a clack, the burly man holding the keys opened the door to the middle room, went inside for a quick look, and then stepped back out, whispering a few words. Two people positioned themselves on either side of the door as one of them escorted the injured martial artist inside.

The martial artists with the best skills entered the room on the left, while the others proceeded to a more interior position, leaving the room by the stair entrance empty.

Wang Anfeng glanced at the imposing man at the bottom of the stairs and realized that this group of several dozen fierce-looking martial artists, no less skilled than those from Divine Martial Mansion, were likely all there to protect the two in the middle.

He had taken a light sniff earlier, which might have seemed a bit impetuous, but it was an instinct of a medical professional. Although the pouring rain outside could mask many scents, he had still detected a faint odor that lingered.

Upon careful identification, it was nothing more than three or five types of medicinal herbs, yet not one of them was less than the top-tier treasures of the current age. Ordinary medical practitioners might never see such rarities in their lifetimes. Even if by chance they came across one or two, they were mostly used for cultivation.

Yet this person was simply using these herbs to speed up healing, which, although effective, seemed rather crude. To some frugal old doctors, this might have invited criticism as reckless and wasteful.

Regretting the waste of the medicinal properties in his heart, Wang Anfeng saw that nothing else was amiss, and turned to return to his room to continue his inner strength cultivation. He was, after all, at a precarious juncture of reaching the Fifth Rank and could not afford to relax a bit.

Since leaving the ancestral grounds of the Xue Family, Xue Qinshuang had, at the very least, stepped into the Fourth Rank Realm. Every time he thought of that, and recalled the girl’s teasing smile, he felt thorns on his back and was unwilling to waste any time.

But just as he was about to turn around, a clear voice came from behind him:

“Excuse me, young master, please stay a moment…”

Wang Anfeng stopped and turned to see the middle door open. The one who had glared at him was now standing at the door, having removed the bamboo hat and straw cloak, revealing a delicate and lovely face and petite frame dressed in a light blue gown, her eyes wide as she looked at him.

The one who spoke was someone else. The previously injured person was apparently also a woman, who was still wearing the straw cloak but had taken off the bamboo hat, casually placing it on a table nearby, revealing a fair complexion as delicate as jade.

Her pure pupils were as clear as flowing water, her black hair draped over her shoulders. Even in silence, she exuded the charm of a Jiangnan beauty, no doubt many a gallant man would willingly meet death for just a glance from those autumn-water-like eyes.

Seeing Wang Anfeng turn around, the woman looked at him with her eyes and said softly:

“If the young master is free, I have some good tea here…”

Wang Anfeng replied with a smile:

“I appreciate the lady’s kind offer, but I am tired from my journey and would like to rest early, so it is inconvenient for me to drink tea.”

Having said that, he nodded slightly, turned and walked away, pushing open the door to his room, and with a click, he closed the door firmly behind him, leaving the young girl who had glared at him staring, dumbfounded, for quite a while before she recovered, turning her head to look at the quiet woman blooming like a lotus, stammering:

“Miss… He, he…”

After closing the door, Wang Anfeng walked to the window and sat down, furrowing his brows.

He was no novice to the Jianghu, and although his martial arts might not be the most superior, he was not short on experience when it came to encountering traps. Common disciples from major martial arts sects couldn’t match the variety of incidents he had experienced, and naturally, he suspected that this woman’s identity must be extraordinary.

The burly men protecting her, each of them martial artists of a certain rank with Jianghu experience, were surely on their guard for something or had some ulterior motive. If it hadn’t been for the sudden downpour, they likely wouldn’t have stayed in the inn at all.

Such a person, speaking up, meant nothing but trouble.

If it was a beauty, that was even more troublesome, what the Jianghu calls a debt of gratitude to a beauty. With too many unsolvable incidents in the Jianghu, and considering that not only he but also Liu Ling and his servant, who were not skilled in martial arts, were there, getting involved could turn out badly.

Moreover, time was already tight for this journey. He was intent on finding Jiu Zizai at the Mid-Autumn Festival gathering in Liangzhou, hoping to get information about White Tiger Hall from him, as White Tiger Hall might be related to his father’s death. At this moment, he was even less willing to get entangled in any Jianghu disputes along the way.

Wang Anfeng looked up at the weather outside; the curtain of rain showed no sign of letting up, which caused him to sigh with a bit of resignation, hoping in his heart that the rain would not last more than one more night.