Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 866 - 90: Treating People with Sincerity (6602 Combined into 1)_2

After gaining the upper hand with his initial move, the tall elder continued his onslaught without a second thought, his voice resonating with an ancient and austere tone to disrupt Wang Anfeng’s movements, while his unyielding palms moved savagely towards Wang Anfeng.

Though his palm technique appeared rough, each move enveloped his opponent’s meridians, either the lesser Chong in the Hand’s Lesser Yin Heart Meridian, or the lesser Ze, Listening Palace in the Foot’s Three Yang Meridian, executed with extreme fierceness, clearly employing a superior martial arts style that was no less effective than the Shaolin Vajra Palm Technique.

Wang Anfeng’s footwork continuously shifted, dodging these moves, his swordsmanship countering the attacks, yet his confusion deepened. The elder before him was someone he knew well—not an outsider, but the foreign expert he encountered last night, the very Grade A fugitive being pursued by Wuxin.

But how could he possibly be here?!

Wang Anfeng’s first thought was of Mr. Ying, along with the captured Shi Huaidie, and the fact that this should be the Shaolin territory, leaving him with the illusion that perhaps this expert was also Mr. Ying’s pawn, reminding him of the Liangzhou affair and prompting him to sigh aloud.

Mr. Ying, could this too have been part of your calculations?

Yet the elder immediately blended his body and lunged forward, each palm domineering, each move a life snatcher, evidently not someone arranged by Mr. Ying. Wang Anfeng, with one careless mistake, almost fell into danger, sliding back half a step to barely evade the ferocious strike.

Immediately after, he thrust his sword forward, engaging in several bouts, relying on his superior qinggong to maintain a stalemate.

His own external cultivation was formidable, but seeing the opponent’s pair of raw palms, it was evident he too was skilled in domineering palm power, with a martial body surpassing his own, making Wang Anfeng unwilling to engage in a head-on clash. Fortunately, the opponent’s qinggong was not strong, allowing him to maneuver.

Less than an hour had passed when the elder abruptly stopped, standing three feet away from Wang Anfeng, ceasing his pursuit. Then he raised his head and let out an angry roar, transforming instantly into mist and vanishing without a trace, as if never having appeared, leaving Wang Anfeng alone atop the lonely mountain peak, clutching his longsword, filled with uncertainty.

At this moment, the thick fog enveloping the area was dispersed by the wind, revealing a transformation in the surroundings, now resembling the familiar architectures of the Shaolin Temple. Seeing the familiar halls and several of his masters, Wang Anfeng finally relaxed, albeit still confused, but faintly realizing this might be the "good thing" mentioned by his third master.

At this, he sheathed his iron sword, intending to step forward and pay respects, only to find that the wooden sword, which had just disappeared, was still securely strapped to his back, while the finely crafted iron sword in his hands faded away like a dream, not existing in reality.

Such techniques were akin to those described in Buddhist scriptures as dreamlike and illusionary, like dew or lightning, which left Wang Anfeng deeply moved.

Before he could proceed further, Hong Luoyu had already laughed and called out:

"Little lunatic, come here!"

"How did you find that Mount Hua Swordsmanship Competition just now...?"

Wang Anfeng remained silent, his mind racing with thoughts that wanted to pour out but fell short, leaving him unable to articulate them. He could only shake his head and say:

"...Disciple does not quite understand."

At this moment, he noticed that Mr. Ying, unlike usual, was not reading, but sat on a bamboo chair, rubbing his temples with his thumb and forefinger, looking rather fatigued. The book that seemed never-ending was now placed on the table, its pages glowing with a jade-like brilliance, truly extraordinary.

Hong Luoyu drifted to Wang Anfeng’s side, chuckling silently:

"Don’t say you don’t know everything. Take a guess, just make a few guesses."

Wang Anfeng knew Hong Luoyu’s character, so he remained silent. The latter was not the type to hold back a word, and with Wang Anfeng silent, the matter gnawed at him intensely. In no more than a few moments, he revealed the secret, lifting his chin with a smug expression, and said:

"It’s that Heavenly Book Fragment."

"Heavenly Inquiry Scroll Fragment..."

Wang Anfeng muttered to himself, his gaze shifting to the book spread open on Mr. Ying’s desk.

Hong Luoyu was momentarily stunned, then lightly coughed, nodded in confirmation, adopting a teachable child expression:

"Ahem, indeed, I was just testing you just now."

"It’s just that sort of thing."

Seeing no one paid attention to his slip of the tongue, Hong Luoyu sighed with relief, but also felt a bit bored, floating beside Wang Anfeng, boldly declaring:

"To be honest that thing requires at least the Fourth Rank before it is somewhat useful. In the past you couldn’t understand it, even if by unconventional means you saw the words on it, it would only harm your martial arts cultivation, not progressing further, so I was unwilling to let you look."

Wang Anfeng retracted his gaze, his mind filled with more questions and asked again:

"Then this Heavenly Inquiry Scroll Fragment, how is it related to the Mount Hua Swordsmanship Competition?"

Hong Luoyu clicked his tongue, observing the others were silent, then continued:

"It’s very much related. The Heavenly Inquiry Scroll Fragment is reputed to be the martial arts codex of the world for a thousand years, a peerless treasure upon which one could immediately establish a sect. Mr. Ying transformed it into a book, reading it daily without mastering it, and only finished today with his skills."

"Though not as mythical as rumored, it indeed has unique aspects. Naturally talented, it can inspire a martial artist’s thoughts, making their martial arts more refined. In contrast, the Heavenly Inquiry Scroll Fragment has, over millennia, recorded countless divine skills and classics."

"Heh, many lost divine skills and secret classics, over which people scramble, are in abundance within it, like cabbages. Yet ordinary people find it hard to decipher, blindly training with them but entering a treasure trove unknowingly."

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