Chapter 448 - 116: A Drawer of Copper Coins (1/2)

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Chapter 448 of "Why do I have so many masters?" begins revealing exciting developments: Wang Anfeng had indeed left the Heavenly Sword Sect's residence in the city. He rationally understood... Don’t stop now!

Wang Anfeng had indeed left the Heavenly Sword Sect's residence in the city. He rationally understood Hong Hui's dilemma, but seeing his cold, harsh reaction, Wang Anfeng felt an inexplicable surge of anger. He had no right to feel this way. Wang Anfeng's steps were hurried, initially planning to leave the city, but just as he stepped out of the city gates, he thought of something, paused, furrowed his brows in thought, and then under the peculiar gazes of the guarding soldiers, turned back as if nothing had happened and walked into the city. With a clang, two spears crossed in front of him. The city guard, only slightly older than him, held back a smile, extended his right hand, and rubbed his thumb and forefinger together, making a money-counting gesture with his bold brows and honest face, and said, "Entry fee, ten copper coins." Wang Anfeng stiffly looked at the spears in front of him, then raised his eyes to the two resolute soldiers, knowing that there was no room for negotiation, and somewhat reluctantly took out ten Great Qin Tongbao from his chest and placed them in the half-person tall wooden box beside him. The tax at the Great Qin City gate wasn't high since ordinary families wouldn't frequently exit or enter the city except during busy farming periods. The law dictated that there was one major market day and a minor one each month, during which the city gates were wide open, not requiring an entry fee, facilitating the local villagers in trading their goods. Hearing the crisp sound of the copper coins falling into the wooden box, the city guard nodded satisfactorily, withdrew the spears, and said, "Go ahead." As Wang Anfeng walked past the city gate, the soldier hesitated slightly in his voice and then laughed, "If you come out again right now and go back in, we won't charge you again." Wang Anfeng paused momentarily in his steps, glanced at the guard holding back his laughter, his mouth twitched slightly, and he turned his head and walked away briskly, pretending he hadn't heard anything. The two soldiers behind him watched him walk away and whispered jokingly, "When did you change your nature?" "Don't push it three times over, shearing Jianghu people too harshly isn't good…" This city wasn't very large. When he had first left Great Liang Village, seeing a city felt incredibly bustling and rare, but now it seemed ordinary, far less prosperous than Fufeng County City, and even much inferior to Xi Dingzhou City. Carrying that iron strip sword, dressed in green clothes and carrying a qin, Wang Anfeng, in a half-scholarly, half-martial appearance, wandered through the streets, taking quite a while before finally choosing an inn that seemed most suitable. The location was good, with a broad view. The price was affordable, and the portions of the ingredients were as substantial as their plates. Wang Anfeng scattered the copper coins he had exchanged in the city on the shopkeeper's desk, noticing it wasn't enough, he reluctantly took out a piece of silver from his chest. Only after seeing the silver did the shopkeeper, who looked quite upset while counting the copper coins, slightly ease his expression and waved for a waiter to lead Wang Anfeng upstairs. He then opened the drawer under the desk, swept the stack of copper coins into it with his sleeve. There was a tinkling clatter. The waiter led Wang Anfeng up to the second-floor guest rooms. The staircase seemed somewhat old, creaking loudly as they ascended. Wang Anfeng felt a sudden sadness in his heart, thinking if it hadn't been for that incident when he left the city, he might have taken back the copper coins used for the Jianghu people, and he wouldn't have needed to take out another piece of silver at this moment. The inn was three stories high, with around ten round tables on the first floor and guest rooms on the second. Next to the stairs was a carved window that looked out to see a row of tall sycamore trees. The autumn scenery must be exceptionally beautiful, and in fact, even now, the view was very open. His gaze could reach far into the distance, to the third sycamore tree on the eastern side, opposite which stood an old manor. Wang Anfeng's steps paused slightly as he looked toward that courtyard. All was quiet, and though it looked a bit luxurious, among the tens of thousands in this city, it really wasn't that conspicuous. If he hadn't just come from there, it would indeed be quite difficult to spot at first glance. He had only just left the city gate when he suddenly remembered, since Hong Feibai and his group encountered an attack from White Tiger Hall, given White Tiger Hall's crazed nature, even though they had reached the Heavenly Sword Sect's territory, it didn't rule out the possibility of secret agents still being around. In the past, when he and Baili Feng and others went to Qingfeng Edge to celebrate a birthday, they were accompanied by a Jianghu master from Hidden Sword Sect, with a fifth-rank cultivation, who could maneuver through the sky and evoke changes in the weather, bringing snow in summer without even drawing his sword. At that time, the strongest among those pursuing them were merely underlings of Seventh Rank from White Tiger Hall, yet they persistently followed them for thousands of miles. It was close to entering Great Qin's heavily guarded Guan City when they daringly attacked, and the person who initiated the attack was significantly stronger than the one they sent after Wang Anfeng last time. He had already proved himself as more than mediocre among Seventh Rank Martial Artists in Fengyue City. And since he was able to push Hong Feibai's master to that extent, it was clear there were masters stronger than him involved. Although he did not know how the members of the Heavenly Sword Sect had managed to escape alive, considering the White Tiger Hall's bold and reckless actions, if there hadn't been a corresponding contingency plan, Wang Anfeng had opposed them in vain for so long. The youth retracted his gaze, his expression calm, as if nothing had happened. The attendant continued to lead the way, describing how serene the rooms in the inn were, the years the establishment had been in business, the special dishes it offered, speaking warmly and familiarly, unaware that the person behind him had fallen a few steps behind. Wang Anfeng quickened his pace, catching up with the attendant with a speed that others could not perceive as unusual, and resumed his position behind him. After a few more steps, the attendant halted. He took a ring of keys from his waist and pushed open the originally closed wooden door, turned around to look at Wang Anfeng and said with a smile: "Although we haven't had many guests these days, we still sweep and clean daily, never daring to slack off." "Sir, what do you think? Are you satisfied?" Wang Anfeng glanced inside. The room was small but neatly arranged, with a table and a bed. The window was open, perfectly framing the courtyard where the Heavenly Sword Sect was staying. For him, it was an exceedingly good location. He nodded contentedly and said: "Very good..." The attendant let out a small sigh of relief, took a few steps, placed the keys and the padlock on the table, then smiled again and said: "Then I will take my leave for now. Someone will naturally bring hot water for washing your feet in the evening. If you want to take a bath, it will cost an additional five copper coins. If you'd like to eat something, you can order from downstairs, or give a shout, and it will be prepared and brought up to you." Wang Anfeng nodded to show he understood. Seeing that he couldn't expect a tip, the attendant tactfully exited, closing the wooden door behind him. Wang Anfeng stretched his muscles, leaving the qin case on his back untouched, just poured himself a cup of water, and paced to the window, looking out at the courtyard under the third wutong tree from the east. For some reason, he thought of the sword stroke he had seen yesterday that had cleared a ten-mile path through the snow on the mountain. A slightly teasing voice echoed in his ear: "Little madman, what do you plan to do?" There was only him in the room, and the adjacent rooms were eerily quiet with no occupants. Wang Anfeng didn't care too much. As he looked at the courtyard with both hands holding the tea cup, he thought for a moment and said: "Wait." "Wait?" "Yes, since Feibai and the others have arrived here, and even Ma Hongkuo, who isn't a high-ranking member of the Red Snake Gang, could detect their presence, Heavenly Sword Sect, dominating an area of over five hundred miles, cannot possibly be unaware. Even the elders in the sect, though their inner strength is prolonged, still have not managed to ascend to the Upper Third Rank." "They would not have more than ten years of life left in the human realm." "Surrounded by wolves, a Peak Master and Elder in their prime, both physically and mentally at their peak, they would not, and could not afford to let anything happen to him." Sёarᴄh the NovelFire.net* website on Google to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. Hong Luoyu was racing on horseback through the world of Shaolin Temple, his red lean horse raising its head and neighing long, joyfully smashing through several meters of ocean waves like shattered jade. Hearing this, he laughed heartily and said: "Waiting for the Heavenly Sword Sect?" "Or are you waiting for the White Tiger Hall?" Wang Anfeng exhaled, placed the tea cup on the window sill, and lifting his eyes to the scenery outside the city, said: "If I'm not mistaken, White Tiger Hall highly values something on Feibai's person. This is their last chance. They will surely slip up these days. They won't mess around in the city, they can only wait for someone from the Heavenly Sword Sect to come out, and then make their move." The voice paused, and the youth's tone became even lower. "I won't give them that chance." In the qin case behind him, the wooden sword seemed to respond to the stimulus, trembling incessantly. The qin strings vibrated, emitting a clear ringing sound. PS: Bringing you the first update of the day......

Chapter 448 - 116: A Drawer of Copper Coins (1/2)

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