Why do I have so many masters?

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In the heart of Fufeng County's Fufeng City, there lay an Academy, known as the tenth greatest treasure trove of books in the world.

It was also the Academy that Jiang Shouyi most highly recommended to Wang Anfeng.

Unlike the State City of Yulin in Wangxian County, this place, though it was just a County City, had always been highly regarded by successive Prefectural Governors for its imposing air. Despite repeated expansions, it still boasted an extremely tall and majestic city wall, wide enough for ten carriages to pass side by side with room to spare.

Every three hundred steps stood a tower, with the vast sky stretching out above, and at the very peak of the city wall, it seemed one could reach out and touch the clouds.

Giant Qin generals clad in Mingguang armor stood guard atop, holding Mo Blades in their hands and wearing serious expressions. Elite troops were stationed every ten steps, hands on the hilts of their sabers, eyes piercing with sharpness.

The seventy-two counties of Great Qin.

All served as great instruments of the nation!

The youth, leading his Green-Maned Horse, followed the crowd through the gates into Fufeng City. Within the city, the passageway blocked out the spring sunlight, and the sound of footsteps echoed off the green stone walls.

On both sides of the passageway, laid out in tiers, soldiers of Great Qin stood on a level several meters above the ground, holding repeating crossbows that gleamed coldly, evidently cocked and ready to fire. Yet to the citizens of Great Qin, this was all quite ordinary as they went about their usual banter and laughter.

Only the foreign traders from distant lands looked shocked, their faces a shade paler.

The passageway stretched ninety-nine meters, with the words "Not a hundred" engraved on a stone stele, a statement of self-effacement for all to see, both the common people and guests from afar.

Accompanied by the echo of footsteps, as one walked through the passageway, sunlight scattered about, and the vista suddenly opened wide. Large green stone tiles extended towards the distance, flanked by shops and buildings on both sides, until at the limit of one's sight, the path sharply ascended into a towering structure nearly a hundred meters tall.

Towering layer upon layer towards the sky, at the corners of the eaves, there were tiger heads swallowing the heavens; above the domes, Flood Dragons seemingly howled. At each of the four corners of every floor, golden bells hung, with red silk beneath them fluttering in the wind.
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Right in front of the city gate hung a massive curtain from the top, made of a material unknown, neither gold nor jade.

Upon it was written a single grand character in ancient script.

Wind.

The wind on which the Kunpeng soars.

Its immense power assaulted the senses head-on. The boy inhaled deeply, his gaze slowly drifting to the side, and as expected, there stood another towering building, upon which hung another character.

Sustain.

The sustain that upholds the world.

The two towers stood alone, only at their peaks connected by a rope. Along the rope hung black and red banners that danced wildly in the wind. Suddenly, laughter rang out, and a figure leapt from the Wind Character Tower, robes fluttering, one hand clutching a wine pot, head thrown back in drink.

As the figure plummeted, he landed precisely on the rope, drinking and singing wildly as he traversed the air, then tossed the wine pot aside.

Amidst the whistling sound, an eagle's cry pierced the air, and a black hawk spread its wings, seizing the pot in its talons, soaring into the sky, ascending amidst the powerful winds high above as beneath it lay the majestic city, spiraling like a dragon without visible end.

The faces of the foreign merchants were ashy, their hearts filled with shock and fear. Meanwhile, Wang Anfeng only felt an indescribable emotion stirring in his chest, swirling and seeking to burst forth, yearning to raise his head and howl.

This is my grand Great Qin!

This is my Great Qin's Fufeng County City!

So majestic, yet it still does not rank among the top ten famous cities and fortresses!

In the midst of his surging pride, there was also a touch of melancholy. The might of Qin was enough to stand against the world alone, yet even with Qin's present grandeur, it still had not achieved total peace under heaven.

To conquer the world is easy, to calm the hearts of the people is hard.

And here he was, an ant under the vast expanse of this empire, also a fugitive on the run.

With that thought, his chest swelled with conflicted pride, yet he also consoled himself that with the mystical methods of Shaolin Temple, when he acted, he had left no trace, and those he had killed had all been villains and bandits rightfully condemned to beheading.

What mattered now was getting to Fufeng Academy to find a way to become the keeper of its library.

As his thoughts raced, Wang Anfeng's face remained calm, as if he were just like any other youth entering the city gates, fixing his gaze on the majestic characters of Fufeng before slowly walking ahead with his Green-Maned Horse along the main road.

Everything went smoothly on the way, and there were no queries when entering the city.

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It seems that this matter has not yet spread to Fufeng County...

The youth's expression relaxed slightly, and a light smile appeared on his face.

As he thought to himself and walked forward, having covered a few hundred meters, a figure dashed out from a shop by the roadside. Dressed in black as dark as ink, with a dragon beast mask made of iron covering his face, he sported a green bamboo at his waist. His black hair fluttered in the wind, and his posture was striking as he unfolded his movement technique and strode past the youth.

Wang Anfeng's smile stiffened on his face.

After being dazed for a moment, the youth's eyes widened as if he was one of those outdated Mo Family mechanical puppets, rotating his head stiffly bit by bit to stare dumbfounded at the figure striding swiftly away.

The figure met up with a few others, while nearby there was a squad of Great Qin soldiers clad in armor and holding spears, with sabers at their waists, marching in formation and completely ignoring the figure.

The figure in black casually attached the green bamboo to his waist, adjusted the mask on his face, and wore it aside as he chatted and laughed with others. With eyes clear as dew and lips curved in a light smile, it turned out to be an exceptionally elegant woman who looked even more heroic in those clothes.

Wang Anfeng's mouth fell open, his face full of bewilderment.

"Young brother seems quite interested in our shop's clothes..."

A warm voice came from beside him, and when the youth turned around, he saw a rather portly middle-aged man looking at him with a smile. The man's gaze swept over the green-maned horse behind the youth and his expression seemed to grow more enthusiastic as he gestured with an inviting hand, "If you're interested, why not come in and take a look?"

Wang Anfeng replied subconsciously:

"May I ask the shopkeeper... about those clothes just now..."

The portly man's face revealed a look of understanding, and he said with a smile:

"That set, huh? It's a new outfit we've just launched, the same one that Yao Yi Nanping, the martial hero, wears. A set of dark clothes made of fine material from Jiangnan Road, with the Bi'an mask and an eighth rank green bamboo, all for just three hundred taels of silver."

The youth's heart trembled slightly, but he was drawn by another pair of words, and asked:

"A martial hero?"

The man nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, indeed. The famous detective Wuxin has determined that Yi Nanping is definitely no older than sixteen. Wouldn't that make him a young hero? Skilled in both internal and external arts, proficient in lightfoot technique, and his swordsmanship is the Soul-Chasing Life-Taking kind. His height... well..."

The man frowned slightly, then suddenly clapped and said with a laugh:

"By chance, he is quite similar to the young master here, maybe taller, maybe shorter..."

Wang Anfeng's heart skipped a beat, and his pupils slightly constricted.

The portly man did not notice the youth's abnormality and still warmly invited him in. Although the youth was somewhat confused, he still politely declined and then led the green-maned horse away at a slow pace, without any sign of anomaly. Numerous thoughts swirled in his mind, causing the hand holding the reins to grip harder involuntarily.

With things having come to this point, he couldn't afford to panic; panic leads to folly.

Wang Anfeng slowly exhaled a breath.

Given another chance, he would make the same choice.

If that's the case, why fear or panic, especially when his identity had not yet been exposed.

With reason suppressing the chaos in his heart, the youth inquired passers-by about the direction of Fufeng Academy. The passer-by took him for a scholar coming to study and enthusiastically detailed the way to the academy, mentioning that there was a cobblestone road flanked by willows where he could ride, otherwise, he feared it would be dark before he arrived.

Wang Anfeng thanked him and rode towards that direction.

Unsure if it was because the horse sensed something, knowing that the Great Qin soldiers were not to be trifled with, the green-maned horse did not run wild. He dismounted at a corner and led the horse into a narrower street, where many young men and women were gathered. At the center, an elegant Confucian scholar unfolded a scroll, attracting everyone's gaze onto it.

Beyond these youths, the buildings of the academy began to emerge faintly into view. The young man breathed a sigh of relief, leading the green-maned horse forward, but after a few steps, a cheer suddenly erupted from behind:

"Ninety-eighth place, Wangxian County's Yi Nanping!"

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