Why do I have so many masters?

And as the ten most elite and battle-hardened veteran soldiers, they settled into the Zhang Inn.

Cao Limin had already learned from Wang Anfeng that the shopkeeper in front of him was charging exorbitant prices, asking for three taels of silver for an upper room, at least eight times more than usual, and possibly more than ten times.

Although he looked rugged, his mind was quite meticulous; otherwise, he wouldn't have become a Lieutenant Colonel back in the day. He deduced from the words that Wang Anfeng had been fiercely overcharged by this shopkeeper, and in ordinary times, he would ensure that this person understood the consequences of such actions.

However, Wang Anfeng had already advised him not to provoke disputes, attract unnecessary attention, or increase the possibility of exposing one's identity.

Thus, Cao Limin did not intend to clash with this person. Before coming here, he had already prepared fifteen taels of small denomination silver notes, which he now held in his right hand, ready to produce.

The shopkeeper, who had three layers of chins and looked very prosperous, smiled and said:

"The special rate, five hundred coins."

Cao Limin's movements paused slightly, then he released the silver note, placed his right hand on the table, leaving behind a small piece of silver, which spun and then fell, making a crisp, clear sound.

Wang Anfeng returned here, but he did not act together with the people from the Divine Martial Mansion nor with Gong Yu and Dongfang Ximing, because he was still carrying that Fourth Rank expert whom he had burned to charcoal and emitted a faint smell of roast meat.

Given the current personnel in Liangzhou City, on the surface, only Wang Anfeng could use his medical skills to keep this top fugitive alive, preventing him from dying quietly in his sleep on any given day.

Tie Lin said he would immediately rush back to Liangzhou City's government office to find Wuxin and let him handle the essential matters with Wang Anfeng. In the meantime, or rather, until they found a doctor with skills capable of replacing Wang Anfeng, he had to keep an eye on things.

This outcome made Wang Anfeng, who initially planned to keep Xu Sixing's life safe and then hand this hot potato to Wuxin, wait for the latter to pry open Xu Sixing's mouth. After that, he hoped to inquire about the situation and backstory with Wuxin as Dongfang Ximing's relative, which led to his forehead throbbing with pain.

No matter how he calculated, he never expected to end up shooting himself in the foot.

Could it be that in this vast Liangzhou City, there's not a single decent doctor?

Wang Anfeng couldn't help but complain inwardly, yet he remembered that it was all due to his habit of adhering to his second master's requests and his apprehension of Xu Sixing's strength. Hence, he only left barely enough Qi Mechanism to keep Xu Sixing alive.

Because of similar experiences practiced many times in the Shaolin Temple, Wang Anfeng sealed Xu Sixing's meridians almost effortlessly, only to discover this awkward result afterward. By then, Xu Sixing's Qi Mechanism had already been cleaved apart by him, Returning to Ruin.

When Tie Lin learned of Xu Sixing's name and that this culprit still had a breath, he couldn't help but feel excited. But when he crouched down to examine the charred body, touching the arm that emitted a crisp sound like burnt charcoal or roast duck with a faint burnt smell and a subtle aroma of meat, his icy cold face turned slightly green.

Wang Anfeng believed that if not for the previous incident, Tie Lin might have disregarded the surrounding Defending Army and Divine Martial Mansion, ignored the disparity in their strengths, and drawn his thin sword right there to try his luck with him.

Recalling Tie Lin's resentful appearance earlier, the last bit of anger in Wang Anfeng's heart dissipated. At this moment, he was quickly moving through the city, and his own Qi Mechanism stirred the surrounding Heaven and Earth, forming an invisible Qingfeng to cover the smell of burnt meat on Xu Sixing, ensuring it wouldn't attract special attention from others.

During the journey, he also tossed a small piece of silver from one courtyard, grabbing a bedsheet to wrap Xu Sixing several times before heading confidently towards the Zhang Inn.

All along the way, Wang Anfeng moved like a thief, carrying this piece of charcoal drifting towards the inn, avoiding workers dismantling lamp houses above and below, dodging Martial Soldiers and Government Officials arranged by Wuxin, and evading strolling civilians and children.

Without needing anyone to say, he knew that Wuxin had exerted great efforts to suppress the chaos, ensuring it did not cause too much impact among the civilians, so even Xu Sixing was left unattended.

If he were to run past the bustling market with Xu Sixing, who looked no different from a corpse at this moment, the most direct impact and consequence would likely be not just Tie Lin's face turning black, but also soldiers carrying weapons trying to poke a few holes in him.

Thinking about two ice faces from Heaven Capital City sitting side by side in front of him, both looking bleak, Wang Anfeng couldn't help but slightly twitch his mouth. His movements became more cautious, fearing that a careless mistake might attract unintentional attention from civilians.

After expending considerable effort, Wang Anfeng finally returned safely to the inn.

Taking advantage of the moment when Cao Limin and others entered the inn, he gently bumped open the door to his own room with his shoulder, leaping inside while casually closing the worn wooden window with a gentle wind force without making any sound or attracting anyone's attention.

Only then did he feel slightly at ease, exhaling slowly.

He then placed the half-dead Xu Sixing on the ground, checked his internal life force was stable. Although he was still in a self-defensive coma like a Martial Artist, there was no longer any concern of dying quietly.