Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 244 - 143 Fufeng Jianghu (22)
Fufeng County.
With the rebellion in Danfeng Valley starting abruptly, it peaked within a day, yet just when everyone thought there might be more to come, it came to an abrupt halt. All the involved parties lost their lives, including the two highest skilled Fourth Rank experts, both of whom died under the same name.
Yi Nanping.
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Now, in the Jianghu of Fufeng, no one saw this as just the name of a martial artist anymore, but as a newly emerged Jianghu organization. The previous acts of killing officials and raiding camps were mere muffled thunders, but the death of the two Fourth Rank experts was like a spring thunder shaking the heavens, startling the people of Jianghu and leading to continuous aftereffects.
Even though the case was overshadowed by other news after just a few days, its impact in the Jianghu was deep and quiet, which was hard to dispel for a while, showing even more significant signs of unrest.
Fufeng · Taoist Sect branch.
Weiming Sect.
A Taoist in a jade crown, with a sword on his back, strode forward, seemingly preoccupied with thoughts and frowning. Disciples standing by didn’t dare to disturb him, only bowing from a few steps away, watching him until he disappeared from sight before they finally breathed a sigh of relief and said:
"Enforcing Master Uncle is usually as cold as ice, distant from human sentiment, but today he seems even more so. Just one glance from him made me feel breathless."
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"When have you ever seen Master Uncle when you are not shaking in your boots, unable to speak? And it’s not just today."
The disciple who had spoken first scratched the back of his head in embarrassment and laughed it off without further comment.
However, the senior disciple slightly knitted his brows and his right hand, hidden in his sleeve, tapped rapidly on his fingertips as if calculating something and murmured to himself:
"But indeed, Master Uncle’s steps today were faster than usual by three parts."
"Seems he really is troubled by something."
After some thought, he shook his head, showing a rather carefree demeanor, and said:
"But the matters that trouble Master Uncle would only be an annoyance if I knew about them."
"Might as well go for tea."
With a flick of his sleeve and a shake of his head, he had already gone more than ten meters away in the blink of an eye, demonstrating his exquisite lightness skill. The younger disciple, who had just come to his senses, called out loudly:
"Mu Brother, where are you going?"
"Didn’t master say that you aren’t allowed to leave the mountain until you’ve practiced ’Weiming’ three hundred times? Come back here..."
"Come back!"
The young man’s voice was loud, but Mu Shanxue ignored it, not altering his posture, yet speeding up even more as if running for his life, his clothes billowing, and he was gone in an instant, leaving his junior disciple behind, reaching out in the direction of his departure, disheveled in the wind.
"Brother... how can your qinggong be so good when you’re this lazy..."
"Just like a startled crane..."
Inside the Hall of the Three Pure Ones.
After bowing, the Taoist in the jade crown stepped inside. On the meditation cushion under the statues of The Three Pure Ones, a middle-aged Taoist sat cross-legged. He wore a dark blue Taoist robe, had black hair as dark as ink with contrasting white at the temples, held a horsetail whisk, resting it on his right arm, and had his eyes slightly closed, breathing smoothly and calmly, evidently in meditative concentration.
Yet the moment the Taoist in the jade crown stepped within a three-feet radius, the other Taoist naturally opened his eyes, appearing divinely enlightened, preemptively knowing, and asked:
"Why such a hurry, junior brother? What has happened?"
The Taoist in the jade crown bowed in salute and said:
"I must inform Sect Leader senior brother that there has been continuous unrest in the Jianghu, with the Evil Sect Danfeng Valley stirring up trouble first, and then..."
He narrated everything that had happened during these days in detail.
The Sect Leader was so shocked that he was struck dumb; he was just a branch of the Taoist family, his cultivation having barely entered the Fourth Rank, until recently proud of his achievements.
He believed that with no grandmasters in the world, he was free to stretch his limbs a little, but never imagined that two martial artists stronger than himself would be killed so abruptly, and both by the same person. For a moment, he was speechless and stammered:
"Such a significant event has occurred, how could I, your brother, not know about it?"
The Taoist in the jade crown stood up straight and scoffed:
"Sect Leader senior brother, you meditate all day long, never leaving your chamber or stepping beyond the second gate, it’s natural that you don’t know."
"I urge senior brother to quickly write to the main branch at Jade Bamboo Peak and inquire how we should handle ourselves..."
The Sect Leader nodded frantically. The Taoist in the jade crown, looking at his senior brother’s demeanor, felt a belly full of anger he couldn’t vent and could only hold it in. As he lifted his eyes to the sky, he felt he should have lived like his junior brother, wandering the world, free and unrestrained.
But after all, it was the senior brother who had rescued him from the bandits. How could he walk away without a care?
He sighed helplessly.
Back in the day, it was the senior brother who had taken care of him, taught him martial arts and the ways of the Taoist. Now the roles had reversed. For decades, he had taken charge of the Sect’s affairs and had grown increasingly adept at handling human sentiments, while the senior brother’s temperament had become more childlike, innocent as a toddler.
Yet, it seemed that perhaps because of this, his martial arts progressed by leaps and bounds daily.
Unfortunately, the world was no longer peaceful. The conflict between the Imperial Court and the Jianghu was likely to escalate in the coming days, and his senior brother’s disposition was only suited for arduous cultivation in the mountains...
The Taoist in the jade crown remained expressionless, lifting his gaze to the sky.
A moment later, a white feathered immortal crane spread its wings and took flight.
The Taoist in the jade crown emerged from the Hall of the Three Pure Ones and soon saw a young Taoist with a headache, upset again by his senior brother’s disappearance. He walked over, slightly frowning, and said:
"Where is Mu Shanxue?"
The disciple jumped in fright, turning around to see the master looking like an avenging deity. His legs trembled involuntarily, barely managing to speak :
"He, he has run down the mountain..."
The Taoist frowned but did not pursue the disciple’s negligence, simply saying:
"Wait for him to return to the mountain. Tell him to come see me."
The next day, Mu Shanxue of the Weiming Sect, obeying his master’s command, carried a sword down the mountain to walk the land.
At the foot of the mountain, a young man in white clothes scratched his head.
Weighing his pitifully thin purse, he sighed:
"This is tough, really tough."
"If they want me to travel the Jianghu, why not give me more silver coins?"
"Master, oh Master, don’t you know that without silver coins, it’s difficult to make even a single step in the lower world?"
The young man had completely forgotten how extravagantly he had spent, squandering his savings. With a light tap of his toes, his body floated gracefully, reclining on the back of a nearby donkey, resting his arms behind his head, legs crossed, humming an out-of-tune melody.
A man, a sword, and a donkey leisurely made their way towards Fufeng County City.
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A single stone can cause a thousand ripples, and even as it sinks to the bottom, the waves continue without end.
Underneath the calm surface of the Jianghu, dark currents were gradually stirring, pulling in various forces.
In the past, in Fufeng County, the Imperial Court and Jianghu, the different Sects achieving a balance, had been in a deadlock, with no changes for more than a decade.
But now, just one name, two lives taken, caused a visible shift in the Jianghu of Fufeng. Yi Nanping, like a stubborn stone thrown into water, stirred up the stagnant pond, breathing fresh life into it at the same time.
On the major roads everywhere, the number of people carrying swords on their backs increased.
The disciples of the various Sects within Fufeng used this opportunity to gradually engage with the Jianghu.
Although not explicitly stated, those who perished under Yi Nanping’s sword were without exception the ones who had wronged the innocent.
The disciples of the righteous path naturally took delight in this, expressing their praise, while the disciples from the Evil Sects proceeded with trepidation in their steps, running through the Jianghu, showing three points more caution than before and daring not to be as reckless as they had been in the past.
Otherwise, no one knew when a green bamboo might pierce through their throats, creating a hole. Even in drunken moments, they sometimes wildly wondered what kind of face lay behind that Bi’an mask, what kind of Master it could be.
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At the base of Shaoshi Mountain.
A youth in blue clothes lightly tapped his toes on the rocky surface, his body soaring upwards. In a short time, he had scaled up the side of the cliff, his movements graceful and bold, obviously using a martial arts technique far from ordinary. Though not yet perfected, his skill already showed signs of exceptional talent.
As he approached the summit, the Inner Strength within his body was slightly insufficient. Suddenly, he shouted, his right foot stamping on the rock face, creating a flash of electricity, his form instantly rising several meters and landing on a limestone plateau.
Hong Luoyu was slightly surprised and remarked:
"Not too bad, boy."
"You have two points of your master’s style…"
PS: Second update...
