Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 855 - 86: Reputation Damaged (1/2) (4000 words)

Chapter 855 -86: Reputation Damaged (1/2) (4000 words)

Wang Anfeng withdrew his gaze from the unfamiliar street scene and paced in the room, curling his left arm to support his right elbow, lightly tapping his forehead with his fingers, pondering in his mind what exactly Wuxin meant.

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Here in Liangzhou City, he had neither friends nor any influence. Just the last time when Dongfang Ximing’s group hijacked Xu Sixing, they coerced the local hooligans to take him to the local tyrant and forcibly obtained the intelligence.

At that time, Li Hu even retorted to the steward, saying he would not associate with lawbreakers.

Reflecting now, he probably can’t mix in that path anymore, which might be good, doing some legitimate business is more stable than before…

Wang Anfeng paused slightly in his thoughts, his eyes opened slightly, suddenly understanding Wuxin’s meaning—Wuxin probably intended for him to use methods like last time to find information from the local tyrants in Liangzhou City again.

Upon realizing this, Wang Anfeng felt a bit absurd but vaguely found it reasonable, as Wuxin was unlike the rigid and upright Tie Lin. Having experienced many things, he no longer cared whether the means were consistent with legal requirements.

If he were not now overseeing all affairs of Liangzhou City, unsuitable for such actions, this fearsome and renowned arrest officer would certainly not mind bypassing Wang Anfeng and doing it himself.

And the so-called using any means, without scruples.

That is to say, he guaranteed these matters wouldn’t become black marks on Wang Anfeng’s intelligence in the Ministry of Punishment.

Wang Anfeng fell silent for a moment.

At first glance, this matter seemed quite absurd.

Upon further thought, it indeed seemed absurd, even more so.

It truly was the most absurd thing in the world.

The Chief Arrestor of the next Heavenly Capital City personally persuading and bribing a Grade B superior miscreant to amicably discuss with local law-breaking gang members how to apprehend Jianghu’s dangerous martial artists with rebellious tendencies.

If this matter made it back to the Imperial Censorate, the entire Ministry of Punishment might explode.

The dossiers impeaching Wuxin on the Minister of Justice’s desk might pile up to pierce the ceiling.

Of course, he surely doesn’t care in the slightest.

Wang Anfeng rubbed his brow, discarding the absurd image that just thinking about made him feel outlandish, promptly patting his face, preparing to go out and gather some information.

As the saying goes, accepting a task means helping with loyalty. Cough, being entrusted by others means completing their tasks with loyalty.

Moreover, being both rivals and friends, now leaning more towards friends, since there’s some time before Master Huai Die’s news returns, might as well lend a hand.

Wang Anfeng wiped his face, and without any visible action, his originally gentle features gradually transformed, becoming cold and severe. Simultaneously, his height increased by several inches, morphing into a fairly tall and imposing martial artist, having employed the Divine Thieves Sect’s face-changing technique.

This auxiliary skill, cultivated to a transformative realm, showed no flaw. It required no auxiliary mask, only by controlling facial muscle changes could one alter their appearance, extraordinarily ingenious. Unfortunately, Hong Luoyu specialized in Qinggong, paying little attention to the other martial arts of the Divine Thieves Sect, let alone this non-martial art auxiliary technique.

According to Hong Luoyu himself, he had only practiced it carelessly for a few months during his youth when his Qinggong was not yet proficient, after which he didn’t pay much attention because most people who fell into his trap couldn’t see his face.

The martial artists who could barely keep up with him were fully aware, and for him, this disguise technique was practically a dispensable skill.

However, about three hundred years ago, a predecessor from the Divine Thieves Sect mastered this auxiliary skill to the utmost level, mimicking not only appearances but also temperament, voice, and even habits identically. Even the person being impersonated would doubt who the real one was when seeing him.

Though the predecessor wasn’t powerful in martial arts, he was full of stratagems, using this method to earn the title of “A Thousand Faces in One,” living freely and extravagantly, never lacking silver coins, beauties, and martial arts manuals. However, after turning forty, for unknown reasons, he abolished his Divine Thieves Sect’s martial arts and went to the Shaolin Temple to become a monk.

Within less than ten years, his study in Buddhism was remarkably successful.

He even penetrated profound Buddhist doctrines like the No-Self Aspect, No-Person Aspect, No-Living Being Aspect, and No-Lifespan Aspect, certifying the Bodhisattva Dharma Aspect of Buddhism. Upon death, his body vanished in a rainbow array, astonishing the world, becoming a widely circulated anecdote.

Since then, the Divine Thieves Sect has never gotten along with Shaolin.

The second master, behind the two masters, recounted Jianghu rumors to Wang Anfeng, which suggested the Shaolin Damo Yard had a tradition of three disciples forming a formation to descend the mountain to catch Divine Thieves Sect’s followers for enlightening them on Buddhist teachings as a form of martial arts and Buddhist trials, causing the disciples of the Divine Thieves Sect to fervently practice Qinggong, fearing one day they might fall short in their skills and get caught by a group of muscular bald heads and thrown into the temple to chant scriptures all day long.

If this were true, Shaolin would indeed be the most feared place in the eyes of the Divine Thieves Sect disciples. However, Shaolin’s sermons only last a few days before one can leave the mountain. What did the third master do back then to be locked in Shaolin for several years?

Wang Anfeng’s thoughts shifted while he was already changing out of his Shaolin Temple attire.

The previously jade hairpin-bound long hair was let loose, tied into a ponytail with a copper ring, donned in a black vigorous attire, with sharkskin armguards, and dark armor underneath. One side bore a shorter Barrier Blade, matching the standard Qin curved saber length on the other side. Raising his hand to the hilt, he once again became the stern swordsman who had appeared in front of Blind Old Wu and Li Hu.

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