Why do I have so many masters?

Bi Tong'er showed an unusual gleam in her eyes and nodded slightly, already feeling suspicious in her heart. The old man saw she had realized, he felt comforted, yet he harbored no resentment for being abandoned by Bi Tong'er as a pawn.

He glanced again at his own injuries, muttering:

"I wonder if this leaf-throwing dharma has a name?"

"Plucking Flowers."

"So it's Plucking Flowers, just like its... "

The old man's pupils suddenly contracted, and a look as if he had seen a ghost appeared on his face. He turned together with Bi Tong'er to see.

Wang Anfeng lowered his gaze, looking at his left hand. The previous terrifying rainbow colors had now all turned back to their original white. He gently fixed his sleeve and said lightly:

"The Buddha plucks a flower, Kashyapa smiles."

"This move is called 'Plucking Flower Fingers.'

He lifted his head, looked at the two people opposite, flicked his fingers, and smiled:

"Nice poison."

Bi Tong'er felt an overwhelming sense of despair, utterly suppressed, her heart almost stopped. Just as she was about to move, she suddenly felt her brain dizzy, staggered, and almost couldn't stand, suddenly half-kneeling on the ground.

Struggling to lift her eyes, she looked at the casually poised young man opposite.

Wang Anfeng lowered his eyes and softly said:

"Just now, you used inner strength, didn't you?"

"You weren't originally poisoned."

Bi Tong'er's expression paused slightly, realizing how this poison operated—

It is related to the martial artist's cultivation. Once inner strength is used, one is poisoned. Ordinary people are instead unharmed. Thinking like this, isn't the poison for Grandmasters even more terrifying?

Bi Tong'er opened her mouth and said:

"There is no such poison in the Central Plains."

Wang Anfeng said indifferently:

"There wasn't before, but there is now."

Bi Tong'er opened her mouth, feeling unconcealed resentment and desperation. Her greatest reliance beside her was already deeply poisoned, as good as useless, at this moment even an ordinary child could take their lives.

And the martial artist facing her, though reluctant to admit, turned out to be the strongest she's encountered thus far.

Could it be today, I will meet my end here?

This thought of defeat and powerlessness just rose in her mind, but it was defeated by the unwillingness brought by ambition, and the instinctual desire for life.

No, I cannot...

Anyone, save me... If you can save me, I will surely...

Just when the sword in Wang Anfeng's hand was raised, and her heart filled with ultimate despair, a cold voice echoed, piercing like a sharp sword:

"If you plan for a lifetime of life-and-death struggles, go ahead and strike."

Bi Tong'er's eyes brightened slightly.

Dongfang Ningxin.

Immediately the second thought—She hadn't made a move before, so now she's not poisoned!

The wooden sword that was about to fall paused, and Wang Anfeng lifted his eyes for the second time since his appearance to look in that direction, recalling the letter received today from Old Wu the Blind, with the words written on it—

"This matter has a deeper intrigue, hope you don't easily judge."

"Absolutely no intent to harm you."

Beside the carriage stood a cold-as-an-immortal woman, the two were several dozen steps apart, and their extremely similar pure black pupils reflected each other's faces.

For now, an alliance.

Conclude.

The same thought emerged in both minds, and they gave each other an almost imperceptible nod.

This scene, the two suppressed people hadn't seen, and beyond their imagination, they would never have thought, Dongfang Ningxin, who deployed traps almost without the slightest mercy, and the counterplotter who counterattacked fiercely, shared the same bloodline in their bodies.

Nor would they have imagined, the source of their last hope and despair had reached a consensus. Dongfang Ningxin intended to infiltrate the Qunxing Pavilion, and for Wang Anfeng, firstly he didn't know what Dongfang Ningxin truly intended.

Secondly, his parents' affairs involved the Star Palace, and it seemed the Qunxing Pavilion also had connections with the Star Palace. If Dongfang Ningxin could indeed infiltrate, the future benefits for him would far outweigh taking their lives at this moment.

If not for having such thoughts earlier, he would have acted already; how could he drag the time like this, only concerned it was merely his wishful thinking, but now it seems, Dongfang Ningxin also had similar intentions, nothing could be better.

Before this thought settled in, the sword in Wang Anfeng's hand pointed slantingly at Bi Tong'er's forehead, looking towards Dongfang Ningxin, his tone was indifferent and cold, hidden with killing intent, saying:

"Are you threatening me?"

Dongfang Ningxin said: "It's not a threat, just stating the stakes."

"Do you know who she is?"

Wang Anfeng glanced at Bi Tong'er, pretending indifference, said:

"A woman."

Dongfang Ningxin said calmly:

"A noblewoman of Baiyue Country, on this journey heading to Heaven Capital City to celebrate the Former Emperor's birthday."

"If she disappears here, you know the consequences."

Bi Tong'er had been unable to lift her head, but after this sentence, she clearly felt that though there was still an overpowering pressure on the wooden sword in Wang Anfeng's hand, the killing intent dissipated instantly.

Wang Anfeng's voice paused for a moment, then he indifferently said again:

"But she's also a member of Qunxing Pavilion."

Dongfang Ningxin's tone was peaceful, not retreating an inch, said:

"Who she is and how to deal with her, should not be decided by Jianghu people."

"Since you're a Jianghu person, how can you not kill a few imperial nobles? High as the skies and wide as the seas, after killing you, roaming the world, who else would know."

After Wang Anfeng spoke this, Dongfang Ningxin's voice paused and said:

"Naturally, they would know."