Why do I have so many masters?

Having prepared a table full of dishes, Tan Yurou picked some and still took them back to her own room to eat alone.

Wang Anfeng watched the girl unapologetically take a big chopstick full of his favorite dish, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly.

Always picking the best...

Feeling stifled, Wang Anfeng bowed his head and devoured his rice.

After breakfast, the young man tidied up the bowls and chopsticks, paced to the courtyard, and walked to the assassins lying on the ground. Surrounded by weapons that whispered in the wind like weeping souls, Wang Anfeng looked down at these assassins, bent over and with a swift motion of his hand, he quickly pressed several major acupoints on the body of the assassin. With the last press at the Dānzhōng acupoint, the previously lifeless body of the assassin suddenly trembled and his eyes shot open, filled with a deep sense of terror.

Instinctively, he clutched at his throat, wincing from the pain. The sword wound was severe but not deadly; the assassin sat on the ground, his face filled with despair.

Tan Yurou had just stepped out of the house when she saw this scene and curiously asked,

"Young Master..."

Wang Anfeng looked up at Tan Yurou and said,

"... I don't like to kill people."

"These assassins, they will be sent to the magistrate's office later."

"If they have the lives of good people on their hands, the criminal law will take care of them."

With that, he bent down and unlocked the acupoints on the remaining assassins.

This technique was a legitimate heirloom of the Medicine King Valley, actually a technique of simulated death. Of course, had he not unlocked their acupoints, they would have died of hunger and thirst in their sleep.

Tan Yurou lightly stepped over to Wang Anfeng's side and, looking at these assassins who appeared as though they had died once with their complexions extremely pale, softly said:

"But, Young Master, you still need to protect this young lady..."

"Is Miss Yurou suggesting to accompany me to the magistrate's office?"

Wang Anfeng paused slightly.

Taking these assassins to the office alone was simple, but bringing the young lady as well seemed inappropriate, yet leaving Tan Yurou alone here was indeed dangerous. Realizing the dilemma, he furrowed his brows. It was then Tan Yurou proposed:

"Why not let Yan'er report to the magistrate's office and bring some constables back."

Wang Anfeng considered it for a moment and then nodded,

"If so, that would be for the best..."

Tan Yurou already waved to Yan'er, whispering something in her ear. The latter appeared reluctant and frowned slightly, but unable to resist the repeated pleas, glanced at Wang Anfeng, nodded, and agreed.

This courtyard had been set up by Gongsun Jing's subordinates. As Jianghu people, the house they purchased naturally wasn't close to the magistrate's office. The young lady in white would take some time to go and return.

Wang Anfeng simply sat beside a stone table in the courtyard, watching over the assassins with a calm expression, his hands empty of weapons. Yet these martial artists with considerable martial arts skill stood as still as statues, daring not to make the slightest move.

Tan Yurou glanced at these people and said:

"These people are assassins, aren't they?"

"Why do you spare their lives, Young Master?"

Although Tan Yurou had the appearance of a sheltered young lady, she was ultimately born within Jianghu clans, so her words were not out of place. Wang Anfeng simply replied:

"Once dead, one cannot come back to life."

"Therefore, when drawing the sword to kill, one must be cautious."

Tan Yurou chuckled, sitting next to Wang Anfeng on a stone stool, turning her head towards him and smiling wryly:

"With such nature, Young Master, you are not suited to roam the Jianghu."

"Even if Yurou has never been to Jianghu, she knows you cannot survive there without killing. With your honesty, you will be taken advantage of..."

Wang Anfeng did not turn to look at the girl but quietly watched the assassins and said:

"I also kill people."

"In a life-or-death struggle, I don't hesitate at all."

Tan Yurou tilted her head and asked,

"Young Master, you would also kill?"

Wang Anfeng nodded and calmly stated,

"Once dead, one cannot come back to life."
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"Thus, after killing, there should be no regrets."

Tan Yurou said, "But they are assassins, they want to kill you..."

Wang Anfeng stood up and said,

"They are assassins, I would have no hesitation in killing them, as it is justified."

"Therefore, I spared them."

"Their lives are in their own hands..."

Tan Yurou paused for a moment, then understood Wang Anfeng's intent.

Just then, several patrol officers stormed into the courtyard, armed with weapons and chains, their eyes wide and fierce.

If these assassins had ever taken the lives of good people, they would die under the iron laws of Great Qin without Wang Anfeng needing to act. If they had not harmed innocent people in the past, these assassins would at most suffer some hardship but wouldn't lose their lives.

As for those Jianghu people who had died at their hands...

Tan Yurou looked up at the sky, her expression peaceful.

In Jianghu, with its complicated grievances, who could truly understand?

Anyone who has killed has already given others a reason to kill them.

No one is without grievances.

The clanking of chains filled the air as the constables shackled the assassins. These chains, crafted by the Mo Family of Great Qin from unique materials, were difficult to apply to martial artists, but once locked up, even Seventh Rank Martial Artists couldn't muster their inner strength.

Seeing themselves locked up, several assassins' faces turned as pale as paper. These men, who once moved like the wind and killed without hesitation, now shivered uncontrollably, reduced to mere mud.

Having just experienced a 'resurrection from death,' and within the span of an hour, they were about to face death again. This profound contrast magnified their fear of death immensely.