Why do I have so many masters?

Wang Anfeng felt nothing special concerning Qingfeng Edge.

However, as he looked at the indifferent Gong Yu, although his expression remained unchanged, he couldn't help but think of the Ancient Taoist who had just appeared behind him in a rather peculiar manner, providing pointers on his swordsmanship.

The thought that perhaps the Taoist's presence had been detected by a master within Qingfeng Edge surfaced in his mind.

He asked himself, neither he nor the Taoist had done anything to betray Qingfeng Edge, so although he considered this, he didn't feel worried, just somewhat astonished.

He had some guesses about the strength of his elders.

If the elder Zhu Ling had indeed noticed the Taoist's whereabouts, the various speculations about her in Jianghu might not be entirely unfounded.

This master, who had wielded a Divine Weapon and dominated the martial world for decades, might already have stepped on the threshold of Grandmaster, or even surpassed it with the Great Elder Zhu Ling preceding her, and established herself among the top Grandmasters of the world.

If that were the case, Qingfeng Edge would represent an era where two Grandmasters from the same sect shone together like the sun and the moon.

But he couldn't dismiss the possibility that the Taoist had intentionally revealed his tracks.

Wang Anfeng took a slight breath, which to others seemed like a sign of nervousness due to meeting an unmatched talent, and he secretly initiated the Inner Strength of Golden Bell Shield, using the special traits of Buddhism Inner Strength to suppress all the chaotic thoughts in his heart and maintain mental stability.

Glancing sideways at Gong Yu, who just looked back at him indifferently and clearly had no intention of entering with him, Wang Anfeng could only nod in response to Gong Yu's gaze and place his hand on the engraved redwood door.

The touch was cool. The door was carved with patterns of cranes and pine bamboo, which had quite an ancient charm.

This place was not the residence of Qingfeng Edge's Sect Leader, but just an ordinary side hall. Normally, the Sect Leader would reside behind the main hall. Clearly, Elder Zhu Ling did not want others to know and intentionally chose this side hall for their meeting.

Realizing this made Wang Anfeng even more puzzled. He pressed his palm slightly harder, and with a creak, the door opened.

Seeing no one around at that moment and not wanting to reveal himself, he no longer hesitated, flashed inside with significant speed. If one did not pay attention, it was almost impossible to catch his movement.

It was like the wind had come and made the door wobble slightly.

Now only one person remained outside.

Gong Yu's expression remained unchanged, but she turned around, quietly facing away from the side hall. After thinking for a moment, she suddenly drew her sword, the blade coming out of the scabbard silently. The sword was slightly narrow and thus appeared more nimble and elongated. She twisted her hand slightly, a cold light flashed, and new characters appeared on the ground.

Blue robe, Wang Anfeng, Custodian of Fufeng Academy.

She looked at the characters for a while to make sure she had remembered correctly, then swept her hand, the cold light moving and scraping away the blue characters along with a layer of surface soil, then immediately re-carved a green character.

Gong Yu raised her eyes and examined the line up and down several times. Then, with a casual stroke of her sword that brought a sweep of cold light, she erased the line of characters. To the naked eye, the color and thickness of the green bricks on the ground showed no difference from the rest of the area.

She raised her hand, sheathed her sword back into the scabbard.

The woman in white seemed quite satisfied, nodded slightly, and stood by with her sword held to her side.

...............

The Qingfeng Edge's Pill Pavilion disciple turned and left, heading to the medicine store to fetch some herbs. Master Taishu, with his white hair and beard, seemed a bit restrained as he sat in a chair in one of the rooms in the Pill Pavilion. His worn-out sword, with its old scabbard and sharp blade, was held tightly in his right hand resting on his knee.

The old man took a deep breath. Although his injuries still pained him, there was also a pleasure in that pain, and even this very ordinary-looking room seemed to him to have an indescribable charm.

Ordinary? How could it be ordinary?

If a pig were to run through here no, he'd be ready to give a thumbs up, sincerely praising, It is truly a pig from Qingfeng Edge, looking extraordinary.

Robust!

Qingfeng Edge…

Who comprehends the intent of Qingfeng?

This place was the first Hidden Sect with the number one swordsman of the world, Qingfeng Edge.

The Holy Land of Swordsmanship.

Just the thought of this place sent him into an overwhelming excitement that he could barely contain, causing him to tremble so much that he unconsciously gripped the sword in his hand harder, the veins bulging and causing the sheathed sword to hum non-stop.

He realized this and gently stroked the long sword.

The sword scabbard had been used for a long time and no longer had that initial cold, sharp, rigid feel. The sharp edges seemed to have been smoothed out, and even the originally glaring brass in sunlight had now turned to a gentle and soft hue.

"You've aged as well... old friend,"

he sighed softly.

Just at that moment, the young girl who had gone to fetch the medicine had returned. Qingfeng Edge, founded by the foremost female swordsman of that era, admitted only women disciples. Moreover, perhaps influenced by the whim of a certain generation's founder, none of the girls in the Hidden Sect were lacking in looks.

At the very least, each possessed exceptionally clear and delicate features like small jade ornaments, stirring the hearts of the young disciples from various sects across Jianghu and dazzling their eyes. When Fufeng Academy once escorted individuals to Qingfeng Edge to celebrate the Great Elder's birthday, the resultant fervor and competition for positions led to bouts of combat and challenges.

Seeing the young girl approaching with the ointment, Uncle Jian suppressed the thoughts stirred by sitting in Qingfeng Edge, merely pretending to be an injured old man, even concealing his Internal Gang Qi that had crossed the Longmen and reached the Sixth Rank.

Since Qingfeng Edge was a hidden famous door specialized in swordsmanship, the Pill Pavilion within the sect naturally had specialized treatments for injuries caused by Sword Qi and Sword Momentum. Uncle Jian's injuries, incurred from the sword formation at the base of the mountain, were especially easy to heal.

Uncle Jian revealed his injured arm, allowing the disciple of Qingfeng Edge to apply the ointment.

The fragrance of the medicine was overpowering, but the old man, who had spent half his lifetime finally setting foot in the holy land of swordsmanship of his dreams, couldn't help but grimace, sweat beading on his forehead.

The girls of Qingfeng Edge were indeed beautiful and skilled with the sword.

But they were too heavy-handed.

"Hiss..."

The old man twitched the corner of his mouth, involuntarily gasping in cold air, but facing the young girl's apologetic panic, almost on the verge of tears, he still tremblingly raised his hand, giving a thumbs up and tremblingly grinned, saying:

"Comfortable!"

..................

Wang Anfeng pushed the door open and entered.

Glancing up, he saw a woman sitting on the upper seat to the side, lazily flipping through a book on the table, the very Sect Leader Zhu Ling of Qingfeng Edge he had met three years prior.

However, she was not in the imposing attire he had seen her in three years ago but in the white robe worn by regular disciples, her features the same as ever. Although she was in her forties, she appeared only as having a dignified and profound demeanor.

Considering her age, she could easily be mistaken for someone in her early twenties.

Reflecting on how the Great Elder of Qingfeng Edge, who was over seventy, seemed even younger than the current Sect Leader, Wang Anfeng understood the reason why the heroines of Jianghu were so enamored with Qingfeng Edge's Beauty Pill and praised it so highly.

Suppressing his thoughts, Wang Anfeng stepped forward, his expression serene, and bowed with clasped hands, saying:

"Junior Wang Anfeng, greets Sect Leader Zhu."

Zhu Ling put down the scroll in her hands, accepting Wang Anfeng's greeting as appropriate, and then raised her hand with a smile, saying,

"Please, rise."

"To think that three years have not been seen, and the child of back then has already grown so much, truly time flies by."

"Reflecting on the words of our ancestors, even as youthful looks fade with age, looking back, it is all but like a fleeting dream; only the eternal Dao persists, circulating ceaselessly, such a pity, such a lament..."

Wang Anfeng, looking at the Sect Leader whose appearance had not changed and might even be said to have rejuvenated slightly, seated at the seat of honor, spontaneously commented, his lips twitching slightly, truly feeling that the woman before him really had no right to lament in this manner.

And the ancient scholar who had once expressed his sentiments upon observing the waves of Cang Hai, would likely share the same view: hearing such words from a woman who mentioned the decline of youthful beauty seemed exceptionally bizarre.

Wang Anfeng even harbored some doubts in his mind if, on his next few visits, the now-renowned Sect Leader of Qingfeng Edge might appear even younger than himself.

Upon recalling the scenario, Wang Anfeng felt a very strange sensation in his heart, even instinctively feeling as if the great predecessor on the dais was flaunting her age-defying skills to him, yet he could find no proof of it.

After all, a renowned predecessor would not behave in such a manner.

Wang Anfeng made this judgment in his mind.

Zhu Ling had ceased her lamentations; she looked up at the young man below, pondered for a moment, took the initiative to speak up with a smile, and asked:

"Is that senior well at this time?"

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