Why do I have so many masters?

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath.

In front of him, the Greenstone Giant Sword had finally ceased moving or, more accurately, had completed its transformation.

The fierce aura, though illusory, had already stirred the Heaven and Earth. Creating this phenomenon to disrupt reality, it could churn the sea of clouds and claim noble lives.

It was no longer just an illusion.

Inside the Shaolin Temple, the Scholar in the green robe opened his half-closed eyes, while the Ancient Taoist casually drinking his tea raised an eyebrow and lifted his tea cup, taking a gentle sip before smiling warmly and saying,

"Interesting…"

"This young one does indeed have good fortune…"

Wu Changqing stroked his beard and laughed,

"Anfeng's fortune has always been good."

"Though he has faced many life-threatening dangers, he has never truly suffered from them."

Hong Luoyu hung upside down in the air, swinging idly, and said thoughtlessly,

"Meeting us, this little madcap has a chance and fortune already surpassing ninety-nine point nine percent of the people in this world…"

"Only when one's own skills are solid can one venture into Jianghu and qualify to compete for further fortunes."

"Right, I said, surnamed Ying."

His voice paused, and Hong Luoyu shifted his position, floating leisurely in front of the Scholar, his eyes seemingly filled with hatred as if grinding his teeth, he said,

"Look at you, you've even brought out the Ancient Taoist, but when will you get my hands and feet sorted out?"

"Flying around like this isn't too bad, but it's also somewhat uncomfortable."

"I don't even have nostrils to pick, and I've almost forgotten what scratching my toes feels like."

Hong Luoyu frowned, sighing continuously.

"Pff, cough cough cough…"

The Ancient Taoist's face turned pale, unable to hold back, he sprayed out the fragrant tea in his mouth, coughing repeatedly. Hong Luoyu glanced disdainfully at the spotless white-robed, white-haired Taoist, and clicked his tongue disapprovingly.

It took a while before the Ancient Taoist recovered, but he had no more interest in the tea cup on the table. Subconsciously moving further away from Hong Luoyu, he coughed lightly and then turned to watch the scene unfolding in the illusory realm.

At that moment, the Greenstone Sword thrust into the ground, towering into the mountain, had sword qi fiercely emanating around it, tearing towards Wang Anfeng.

Wang Anfeng, using only the Sword Finger, shattered the incoming sword qi.

The Ancient Taoist watched Wang Anfeng change his position and strike repeatedly, unable to help himself from exclaiming softly.

In the art of Sword Finger, he could see the traces of at least three to five Sects' ultimate martial arts, and moreover, executed quite skillfully.

The Medicine King Valley's Pointing Star functioned as the foundation, the Scholar's Killing Sword Thirty-three, the Divine Thieves Sect's Treading on the Moon to Steal the Stars, Shaolin Temple's strongest External Cultivation Golden Bell Shield, and besides these, there should also be another External Cultivation technique based on Buddhist principles.

Though using only two fingers as a sword, he possessed a formidable and potent force, easily shattering the sword qi that posed a threat to ordinary Sixth Rank Martial Artists, without any harm to himself and only subtly shifting his position.

The Taoist watched Wang Anfeng take action.

Seeing his robes fluttering, although the movements were grand, his clothing remained as clean as ever, not even a speck of dust upon them, which pleased him quite well as he nodded in satisfaction.

Excellent…

The Ancient Taoist praised internally, retracting his gaze. Looking at the three people around him, they seemed to take Wang Anfeng's display of combat skill for granted as if it were nothing extraordinary, their eyes brimming with laughter.

Looking back at the illusion, numerous thoughts ran through his mind, but he simply stood there with hands behind his back, leisurely saying,

"It's about time to end this play."

"It's just a pity that this sword, worthy of being called the Fairy Sword, has no fate to be seen."

The Scholar glanced at him, indifferently saying,

"This place is mysterious, if you and I were to go out, I'm afraid by the next day, it would be known throughout the world."

The Ancient Taoist chuckled, not responding. Born in Wudang, his ancestor Zhang Sanfeng once had an epiphany upon viewing distant mountains, deriving the Mount Wudang's Sect Formation. He often joked that he almost became the Master of Zixiao Palace, and naturally he had some knowledge of formations.

The formation changed according to the Qi Mechanism of the entrant, but the fact that Wang Anfeng, wielding a wooden sword barely qualifying as a Divine Weapon, could trigger such a transformation suggested that if it were he himself or the scholar in the green robe beside him who stepped out, they might indeed cause a thousand miles of clouds to scatter and a sky-piercing sword glow.

This is not good, not good.

The Taoist glanced at the somewhat indolent scholar in the green robe and shook his head with a smile.

At this moment, the formation that Wang Anfeng was trapped in also transformed.

The boundless sword glow dispersed, and faintly visible was a figure in white, holding a longsword obliquely, standing in front of Wang Anfeng. Both the figure's face and body were blurred, unclear, but the sharply extraordinary Qi Mechanism was distinctly clear.

The combination of the illusory and the real created an awe-filled unease in people's hearts.

A Middle Third Rank Martial Artist could already sketch Heaven and Earth, changing the celestial phenomena within ten miles when making a move, and an Upper Third Rank was undoubtedly much more profound.

A Martial Artist left behind his Sword Intent, and even after death, when this residual Sword Intent was triggered, when it drew upon celestial phenomena with this Sword Intent, it was no longer an illusion nor merely a record in text scrolls, the bland and dry text.

The body was dead, but the path did not fade.

This was a stroke of the sword made hundreds of years ago by a brilliantly talented woman from a generation past.

This sword, traversing hundreds of years, several generations of mundane life and death, and the vast changing landscapes, appeared again before Wang Anfeng. People may change, but the sword does not.

This sword remained as sharp as it had been in its prime.

The scholar in the green robe slightly opened his eyes and, looking at the 'opposite' figure in white holding a sword, suddenly spoke:

"This woman used the mountain gate as her sword, enduring through a hundred generations."

"It shall not be beneath you and your mountain-moving feat."

The monk nodded and said in a calm voice:

"Amitabha Buddha..."

His eyes gazed at that 'woman' who founded the greatest Sword Sect in the world outside.

Wang Anfeng lifted his gaze and stepped forward, already avoiding the sharp Sword Qi that naturally formed due to the movement of the Qi Mechanism within a small area.

Several cracks had already been split open beneath his feet.

And the oppression from Heaven and Earth around him grew stronger, this force, unlike the techniques he was most proficient in, seemed like the Great Trend of Heaven and Earth itself; when humans made a move, there was a technique to break it, but Heaven and Earth had no techniques, just a chaos.

Wang Anfeng exhaled a deep breath of turbid air, his right hand slowly rising.

Since his arduous training in the mountains, this was the first time his palm had truly grasped the wooden sword's handle behind him, his fingers moved rhythmically, then clenched tightly.

A clear sword cry sounded.

Thunderlight began to flicker, starting from his palm and spreading outward.

The appearance of this sword's scabbard was quite impressive.

Or rather, it was greatly favored by his Third Master, Hong Luoyu, created especially for him by the scholar in the green robe to suppress the spiritual charm of the wooden sword behind Wang Anfeng in the scabbard, with various Symbol Compilations engraved on it to seal the charm and prevent it from leaking.

But at this moment, those symbols began to light up one by one, accompanied by a crisp and continuous cracking sound, the final Taiji symbol directly splitting open from the middle.

With a light click, the sword scabbard behind Wang Anfeng came undone and fell to the ground.

The blade inside the scabbard was revealed.

The thunder that had been suppressed for a full three years interwove and passed over the sword edge.

Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, his right hand holding the sword handle, lifted it from behind, the sword blade tracing an arc behind him, his left hand pointing forward with fingers together, his eyes calm, unexpectedly bearing a slight resemblance to the Taoist in the bamboo forest at this moment.

He bowed to the illusory figure in front of him and softly said,

"Please instruct me, predecessor."

The thunder subtly moved.

The art of controlling the sword with thunder from Mount Wudang appeared for the first time in the Jianghu of the Great Qin.

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