Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 865 - 90 Sincerity Towards Others (6602 in 1)

Maintenance?

Wang Anfeng was slightly taken aback. In his impression, the Shaolin Temple had never had such a situation. No, if he thought about it, there was indeed one instance, but it was about four years ago.

At that time, he was just a Ninth Rank Martial Artist. When he left Fufeng heading for Qingfeng Edge, he encountered a pursuit by White Tiger Hall for the first time. It was the same situation where he couldn’t return to the Shaolin Temple. After the so-called maintenance ended, it seemed that nothing had changed in the Shaolin Temple, yet there were some subtle differences.

These changes manifested in many small ways, perhaps a flower, a wisp of wind, a piece of cloud, all coming together to form a tsunami wave that couldn’t be ignored, rushing towards him, submerging him within.

If he must draw a conclusion, it was that Heaven and Earth were clear and increasingly real.

Since Hong Luoyu could still send him a message despite the separation of Cave Heavens and Blessed Lands and the real world, it seemed there was no trouble. Wang Anfeng paced back and forth in the room, finally sitting by the window, patiently waiting for the maintenance state to end.

Until the moon reached its zenith, the entire street bathed in moonlight, Wang Anfeng’s wrist Buddha Beads suddenly buzzed softly, the beads shimmering with a layer of flowing light, brilliantly resplendent, then dissipated, appearing now even more inconspicuous, deep and somber like age-old wood.

Wang Anfeng felt a faint connection reappear, his heart instantly calmed. Without having to speak, he used his own Qi Mechanism to pry that connection, and his whole person vanished from the lodging in Liangzhou.

What his eyes saw, in a hazy moment, was an endless night, dotted with stars.

No four directions, no up and down.

No past or future.

Then he plunged into a mass of light mist. Wang Anfeng had yet to recover from the shock of that scene when his feet landed, and he found himself not in the Shaolin Temple, but atop a rather unfamiliar mountain peak. Looking around, he saw no one, let alone any teachers.

Suddenly faced with change, Wang Anfeng did not panic but gathered his Inner Strength, took a few steps forward, and surveyed his surroundings.

This mountain was extremely steep, in some places almost vertical. It was hard to imagine even those with decent Qinggong could easily climb it. The Qi Mechanism between Heaven and Earth was lethargic and hard to mobilize, unable to ascend. Luoyu sank in such an extreme environment, which should be a rarely visited perilous land, yet there was a circular platform at the mountain top.

This platform was purely paved with large slabs of blue stone, exuding a cold atmosphere. The ground was flat, and from Wang Anfeng’s corner here, it was exactly 800 steps eastward and 800 steps northward, extremely spacious.

On the mountain wall opposite, a line of words was inscribed with nothing but fierce swordsmanship. Besides that, there was nothing else, everything hidden, only myself exalted, making one’s mind open wide, yet feeling solitary pride arising naturally.

Wang Anfeng used his Ocular Power to look at the writing on the mountain wall. A fierce sword momentum came at him, the distance of dozens of feet scraping his face painfully, startling him. He felt that the Martial Arts cultivation of the person who wrote with the sword was terrifyingly high, just leaving words could have such Sword Intent remains.

Had he been outside, he would have certainly been very alert, but this was the Shaolin Temple, with several Masters present, so Wang Anfeng steadied his nerves and continued to read that line of characters, slowly reciting them.

"Mount Hua Swordsmanship Competition..."

Wang Anfeng slightly frowned.

"So this place is called Mount Hua. Within the territory of the Great Qin, there seems to be no such precipitous mountain."

As these words fell, without waiting to ponder further, a dense thick mist suddenly appeared ahead, obscuring his view, covering the sky. Then, footsteps gradually approached, accompanied by undisguised, immense killing intent.

This killing aura caused Wang Anfeng’s hairs to stand on end, instantly retreating. The skin on his body outwardly manifested an ancient Buddhist Bell, golden-hued, inscribed with the Sanskrit Diamond Sutra. Extending a hand to draw his sword, he found the Wooden Sword had disappeared, replaced by an ordinary Iron Sword.

Unable to think deeply at the moment, he unsheathed the sword in hand, the blade hanging low, slanting towards the direction of the mist, saying:

"Who’s there?"

"Come out!"

The other seemed to realize Wang Anfeng had already discovered them, so made no attempt to conceal, taking several big strides, the body breaking through the mist as if a fierce beast charging towards Wang Anfeng. The mist hadn’t dissipated yet when a palm came striking toward his heart.

A strike delivered, instantly retracted, then a second Palm Technique, the momentum layered, surging like the Yangtze River, flowing straight down, incredibly fast, the force even more ferocious, a faint tiger’s roar echoing in the air.

Wang Anfeng dared not slacken, sidestepping at an angle, his form flickering, leaving several shadows, appearing at an oblique position. Simultaneously, the longsword in hand emitted Sword Light, suddenly thrusting out.

If this sword fell, it could pierce from the waist to the heart and lungs, severely injuring the opponent on the spot.

The person didn’t dodge but rather raised their head, letting out an angry roar, the tone desolate and ancient, shaking the heart. Wang Anfeng’s mind wavered, the speed of the sword was unavoidably paused momentarily, allowing that person to evade.

At this moment, the previously enveloping mist cleared, allowing Wang Anfeng to see the person’s true appearance. They had a lion’s mouth and broad nose, a mane of disheveled white hair, large eyes, blue-tinted pupils, evidently not a native of the central land. Their fists were as large as sea bowls, muscles and bones robust, bearing a wild and heroic demeanor, as if an anthropomorphic beast.

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