Why do I have so many masters?

Yuzhang.

Two Eighth Rank Martial Artists sped along using light movement techniques, arriving in the city where indeed they saw the Flying Eagle circling above an inn, attracting the attention of passersby. The face of the Scholar turned pale green, a wave of humiliation rising in his heart.

The robust man next to him also looked displeased and hesitated as he looked at the Scholar.

"Third brother…"

The Scholar's chest heaved violently, and he squeezed a word out between his teeth.

"Enter."

As usual, they found out where the guest room was, but they no longer had the heart to deal with the aftermath. The Scholar, with a cold face, strode forward, intending to kick open the door. Yet, fearing slightly, he lowered the foot he had raised and stepped back. He opened the door from a distance using Vigorous Qi, only to find it empty again.

His face turned an iron blue.

The repeated mocking made it almost impossible for him to contain his rage.

Yet, there was another box on the table, more exquisite, with many openwork patterns. The rage in the Scholar ignited, but he only sneered and did not open it. Both entered the room, planning to wait there.

The Scholar sat by the table, his brow furrowed, thinking about how to explain this situation.

Gradually, however, a sense of drowsiness emerged in his mind, and even his thoughts seemed sluggish. Realizing something was wrong, he abruptly stood up, his Inner Strength circulating to suppress the poison.

His right hand lashed out sideways, and the box's lid was knocked off, revealing its contents: three short sticks of incense as thick as fingers, already lit, under which lay a white paper with ink characters.

Wishing for death?

The three sticks of poison incense emitted rising white smoke that vanished into nothingness as it ascended, but standing above that black text on the white paper seemed almost like a sacrificial ritual, extremely striking.

The Scholar opened his mouth, pointed at the wooden box and the white paper but could not speak. Furious, he threw a punch, crushing the poison incense into powder.

However, rashly using his Inner Strength, the freshly stirred poison and the remnants not yet fully purged clashed violently, causing him in his anger to cough up a mouthful of fresh blood, his face pale as if covered in gold foil, his hand covering his heart, fingers trembling slightly, he cried out in anger:

"Scoundrel! Scoundrel!"

"How dare you insult me?!"

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

On a secluded path in Fufeng County, Wang Anfeng was riding his horse furiously.

The speed of the Green-Maned Horse continuously increased. The young man's chest and stomach began to feel nauseous, but he dared not relax, wrapping his arms around the horse's neck, letting it carry him towards Guan City, his thoughts unfolding to distract his mind.

The targets of the enemy were himself, Baili Feng, and Xue Qinshuang, clearly provoked by the incident with Master Ni.

Thus, they definitely did not want me to return to the County City. Experience new stories on empire

Furthermore, the lure earlier should make them think that I am trying to return to the County City, diverting their attention.

The young man thought this, suddenly feeling uneasy, unsure if the setup in the room would have the same effect.

It's a pity Mr. Ying said that the only poison available now was Ninth Grade.

Otherwise, it would have been easy to resolve.

His mind raced with all sorts of thoughts.

Still worried, still frightened, afraid that his efforts were merely a waste, unable to truly divert their attention.

Just then, a burst of air exploded in the sky, and Wang Anfeng looked up in slight astonishment, only to see a faint silhouette soaring into the sky far away, jumping a great distance, then landing and leaping up again, the proficiency of his Qinggong almost could be described as treading through the void.

From north to south he went.

Upon landing, he seemed to notice something, turned his head for a glance at Wang Anfeng, revealing an ancient face with a point of indigo on his forehead. He paused his movement technique, furrowed his brow, then leaped into the air again, heading towards the distant horizon.

The man vanished swiftly, but Wang Anfeng's heart almost leaped out of his chest, his breathing rapid.

Yet his face showed no change whatsoever.

The disguise mask naturally would not show any change.

After escaping, he had not changed his clothes or mask, and the enemy, having received the message from their subordinates and hurrying on their way, had not caught him.

However, after this incident, Wang Anfeng harbored no hope whatsoever that his strategies would continue to deceive the enemy.

Just now, he had felt a conspicuous intent to kill.

Having met the conditions of traveling alone on the Green-Maned Horse to Guan City, if it weren't for the urgency to reach his subordinate, he would have hardly escaped unscathed. Given the speed of the other's qinggong, it was almost impossible for him to proceed safely to Guan City.

The youth's complexion turned slightly white, he restrained the Green-Maned Horse, gritted his teeth, and directly dismounted.

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

A moment later.

At the spot where the two had just met, a loud explosion came from the sky. A man in black clothes arrived with great qinggong speed, taking steps nearly a hundred meters at a time. He stopped, looked down at the marks on the ground, a sinister smile appeared on his face, and then he rose, accelerating towards Guan City.

The fierce wind in his face only fueled his anger.

A mere Ninth Rank Martial Artist had given them the runaround.

He was about to break out of the encirclement.

A hundred miles passed in a flash, and on the road only a divine Green-Maned Horse could be seen galloping fiercely, but the youth on the horse was nowhere to be seen.

The sinister smile on the man in black faltered, then morphed into rage, his lips twitched, his right hand struck horizontally at the empty air, the air being hit by a tremendous force, turning viscous like a thick liquid, then exploded, creating a massive pit on the roadside.

Standing still, he breathed heavily for a moment. Just then, two silver-feathered Flying Eagles suddenly circled beside him, crying out in unison in one direction.

The man paused briefly, then a fierce intent surfaced again.

His inner strength surged, breaking through the air.

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

Outside the county city where Anfeng was discovered, Wang Anfeng had switched back to a blue shirt, his heart pounding crazily inside his chest.

It was the first time he realized.

That deep down inside, he too had such a wildly bold side.

The youth looked up at the stone gates of the city, focusing on two characters.

Dingwu.

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

In Guan City of Fufeng.

Xue Qinshuang and others temporarily stayed in an inn. Over the past two days, Qingfeng Edge and his group appeared unruffled, without the slightest fluctuation, but the expressions of the three from Fufeng Academy were rather solemn.

The second day was almost over.

Why hasn't he come yet?

Xue Qinshuang, dressed in white, felt a slight unease. Suddenly, she heard tumult outside. Initially indifferent, she then heard a familiar, high-pitched neighing sound. Her expression changed slightly, a hint of joy emerged between her brows, and she stepped out to see a magnificently spirited Green-Maned Horse galloping down the road.

As if finally finding its old master, the horse raised its head and neighed longingly. As an Exotic Beast with spiritual sense, Xue Qinshuang could discern a hint of impatience in it. A few military officers behind her seemed oblivious, merely laughing heartily, apparently attempting to capture it.

The young woman's expression shifted slightly, her movement technique unfolded, and in an instant, she appeared beside the Green-Maned Horse. Raising her hand, she drew the Short Sword from her waist, its blade slightly cold, emitting a fierce sharp light. With a diagonal slash, she shattered the lassos in the people's hands.

Her left hand smoothly grabbed the reins, effortlessly stopping the galloping spirited horse in its tracks.

Her demonstrated cultivation caused the military officers' expressions to shift, incredulity spreading across their faces, which then turned to respect. They stood rooted to the spot, speechless. The young woman sheathed her sword, her gaze falling on the horse that was now completely drenched, its muscles even trembling slightly from the sprinting burst.

The horse neighed softly, turned around, and rubbed against Xue Qinshuang with one side of its saddle.

The young woman's expression faltered briefly, and as she touched that side, she discovered a piece of blue cloth hidden underneath the saddle, faintly stained with blood.

Her expression turned grave. Raising her hand, she pulled it out and unfolded it, with writing in blood on it.

"Dingwu City."

PS: Why the masters do not make a move...

They cannot. Manifestation has rank limitations. Last time with Libai, there was only presence and intent, no attacking power.

Everything has to be relied on by oneself.