Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 868 - 90 Sincerity Towards Others (6602 Combined)_4

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Spreading his arms, resting them on the edge of the barrel to avoid swallowing more water, Wang Anfeng inhaled the pungent medicinal aroma. Listening to the elder’s murmured complaints nearby, he tried to find joy in adversity, flipping his right hand to gently pat the water’s surface.

The water rippled.

Circles of ripples spread out, colliding with the wooden barrel’s walls.

Wang Anfeng paused for a moment, thought about it, and then struck again with his palm.

He created many ripples once more, but this time, before the indent on the water’s surface could recover, Wang Anfeng had already completed the motion of retracting his palm and slapping again. The two palm strikes combined, producing a louder sound, and some of the medicinal liquid was directly shaken out.

Wang Anfeng watched the rippling medicinal liquid, lost in contemplation.

The elder’s palm technique was extremely domineering. Each palm strike connected with the momentum of the previous and retained Qi mechanism. Each strike grew heavier, like rushing thunder. If he took an eleventh palm strike, his Golden Bell Shield might just shatter inch by inch, breaking his martial power.

If he could learn this skill, using the Great Vajra Palm in turns…

For instance, the Shaolin Great Vajra Palm enhanced by the Ten Powers of Tathagata for eighteen strikes, or the Great Gravestone-Toppling Hand enhanced by the Ten Powers of Tathagata for eighteen strikes, or eighteen sequences of a single strike, two scatter palms, and the Thousand Hands Tathagata Palm in eighteen sequences…

Even a Fourth Rank Martial Artist could be hit into the ground like a nail.

Wang Anfeng pondered, becoming more entranced, but couldn’t help feeling a faint soreness in his muscles, knowing that to master this seemingly impossible skill, he would inevitably endure several more beatings —

The body’s response is faster and more reliable than the mind. The heart is unpredictable, easily misled by greed, but the body’s memory is not; even while asleep, it will instinctively dodge and lessen the force.

That’s why the teacher used to say, “Getting beaten is something you get used to after a while.”

As for swordsmanship and sword momentum, those are even simpler.

Take a few more cuts, and after getting slashed repeatedly, you’ll learn.

Who’s not used to getting beaten?

Thinking of that elder’s aggressive and fierce Palm Force, Wang Anfeng grinned, submerged himself lower, leaving only half his face above the medicinal soup, bubbling away.

Clearly, it’s meant to deal with opponents, so why do I have to take a beating first…

It’s too difficult, really too difficult…

Especially since this was Wang Anfeng’s own plan, no room for avoidance or complaint.

Upon this realization, Wang Anfeng’s thoughts stiffened slightly, eyes opening slightly, suddenly uncovering a blindspot — all these events aligned too coincidentally. He started to wonder if Mr. Ying secretly guided him to willingly speak out?

The more Wang Anfeng thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Recalling the events of that day, it was indeed Mr. Ying leading him step by step to think, to make choices.

With Mr. Ying’s tactics, it truly felt possible to sell someone off while having them blissfully help count the money. Wang Anfeng instinctively looked toward the main peak of Shaolin Temple, then quietly retracted his gaze.

Diving down again.

Feels like I’ve been sold…

Several bubbles rose up from the medicinal soup.

As the disciple of the teacher.

It’s too difficult, really too difficult…

A sense of helpless grievance gathered, charging straight toward the true culprit and catalyst of this matter, as Wang Anfeng felt an aching pain in his limbs and entire body, thinking of the mortal enemy he had yet to meet, his heart beat several times beneath his chest, grinding his teeth.

In a few days, just a few days more…

I’ll show you then!

Hey, isn’t there a saying that a man of high status doesn’t sit under a shaky roof?

Didn’t they say something about strategizing from a thousand miles, planning with foresight?

Isn’t it not needing to show oneself, placing a piece to kill without a trace, profound and unfathomable?

Wang Anfeng fiercely resolved in his heart, blowing out a large bubble.

This time, I’ll let you experience what is called Shaolin Martial Arts, what is the Great Vajra Palm Force enhanced by the Ten Powers of Tathagata for eighteen hits, what is being served by a left-right double combo, and what is unreasonable force!

Force, force, force —

Crush everything under a mighty force!

Let’s see whether you can still act elegantly.

Under Buddhist Law, all beings are equal!

Amitabha.

Bubble, bubble, bubble, bubble…

……

Not far away, Wu Changqing watched Wang Anfeng bubbling, feeling a mix of amusement and helplessness. The latter now only behaved so unguardedly in front of them. Typically outside, such emotional displays had become rare, and while feeling pleased, the elder also felt a tinge of loss.

Children reaching a certain age can’t play anymore, he knew this truth well. Stroking his beard, he said,

“So, Feng is…”

Hong Luoyu chuckled oddly a couple of times, jesting, “Not sure, but judging by the look, it seems he’s determined to train hard now…”

On the main peak of Shaolin Temple, the scholar in a blue gown set down his cup, a hint of a smile appeared momentarily, then vanished, his expression remaining indifferent. Beside him, a refined Taoist raised an eyebrow, hinting,

“Looks like someone will be unlucky.”

The scholar replied softly,

“The Taoist speaks nonsense.”

“Since you smiled, it must be so, surely you’ve already set the stage.”

The scholar raised an eyebrow, tapped the armrest, and said placidly,

“Why say such things, in the storms of Jianghu, have you ever seen me force anyone?”

The ancient Taoist paused slightly, realizing maybe it was the truth, unexpectedly found no counter, felt at a loss for words, and couldn’t help feeling humbled.

The scholar sipped his tea, with a composed look, tapping the table, said calmly,

“Everyone in the world knows.”

“I have always treated others with sincerity.”

PS: Today’s update presented… two chapters combined into a total of 6,600 words~

Split into each standard chapter of 3,300 words, I’m trying to bring update times forward, hoping to settle on releasing around noon to afternoon daily, rather than late at night or early morning…

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