Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 611 - 233: Thunderous Bow, Startling String (Combined - ) (5700)

Uncle is a Pillar of the State from the Great Qin Country, a son of the Wen Family. He lightly waved his folding fan, turned around, and glanced at Yuchi Jie, laughing heartily on horseback. He retracted his gaze, his expression somewhat profound, mumbling to himself:

"It truly is him..."

"A body worth a thousand pieces of gold, yet she ventures out without any guards. Rumors say she is of a simple mind, devoid of scheming, and that is indeed not mistaken."

"That old Pillar of the State is also carefree, isn't he afraid his grandson might encounter assassins and die outdoors?"

The five great Pillars of the State, all were appointed for their exceptional military merits, and all had deep grudges against the former Six Kingdoms worth discussing in detail. Yet among them, the relationships of Yuchi Family with the rest of the leftover forces from the other kingdoms were the worst.

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A few years ago, rumor had it that the old Pillar of the State personally beheaded an assassin.

That's to speak impressively, enough to fortify the morale of Qin litterateurs, but breaking it down, such a high-ranking official, a Pillar of the State from Great Qin, still encounters fallen kingdom assassins, indicating how deep-seated the hatred of the other kingdoms is.

Without a strong guard, Yuchi Jie wandering in Jianghu, would surely not have enough lives to spare.

A young man in black secretly passed the message, and these sons and daughters of Noble Clans had their own ideas, still chatting and laughing with Yuchi Jie and the Mei Family disciples on the surface, but who knows what they were thinking inside.

However, no matter what, it was definitely not anything good.

He Wenguang was the most annoyed, almost losing his temper on the spot.

These Noble Clan children were not ordinary prodigals; each had cultivation and practiced Martial Arts, never lacking medicinal materials during training, and their families possessed Martial Arts scriptures and masters' guidance.

Strictly speaking, their Martial Arts were more advanced than those of ordinary Jianghu wanderers.

Moreover, to deal with the tall man in grey clothes, they had already sought a highly skilled expert, which they considered absolutely foolproof.

If not for the fact that this young man in black's father was a military general of the County City, it would have been difficult to find such an expert for their use.

Now on the opposite side were only four people, even adding those from Mei Family, that made merely eight. In his eyes, they were as good as sitting ducks, easily overturnable with just a lift of his hand. However, to enjoy a good show, everyone deliberately did not act out immediately, causing him to feel unbearably irritated.

His right hand touched a large bow, imagining how to humiliate those few shortly, a sinister smile appearing on his face. Originally a rather handsome young man, he now seemed somewhat like a wild beast.

The Great Qin Country was powerful, its customs rather open, and among this group in fine clothes and high spirits, women were not lacking, all restless daughters from Noble Clans of Jiangnan Road.

People only think of Jiangnan women as gentle as water, yet these gentle Noble Clan daughters occasionally get temperamental.

Stuck in boredom in their bedchambers daily, they also wanted to see the outside scenery.

They wore tight-sleeved riding boots, their long hair tied up, looking energetic, but the soft, water-like quality of their demeanor had not changed at all, easily discernible to those mingling among these Noble Clan disciples, distinctly clear.

The horses they rode were well-tempered, and the bows in their hands were soft, more suited for spring outings than hunting, their mental state extremely relaxed.

Looking towards Wang Anfeng and his three companions, they only showed curiosity, without the shared hostility of common glory and common resentment.

Especially since Yuchi Jie was naturally handsome, radiant when he chatted and laughed, far more likeable than the gloomy and sneering gentleman on this side. At this moment, his predicament even more resembled a character from a novel, unaware that he was about to step into a dangerous situation.

Young ladies naturally have sympathy and affection for such handsome, cheerful young masters who unfortunately face disasters.

Otherwise, in recent years, there wouldn't constantly be news of Noble Clan daughters eloping with destitute Jianghu rangers.

Now, of course, they wouldn't elope, nor would they betray their group to inform others, but that didn't prevent them from gazing at these two with full sympathy, thinking of their upcoming ordeal.

Some bolder ones had already imagined the resolute, unyielding faces of those two valiant young masters, unable to help throwing flirtatious glances. Wang Anfeng remained unmoved like a mountain, but Yuchi Jie, well aware of human sentiments, smiled and greeted with clasped hands.

Wang Anfeng remained silent, his eyes beneath his brows gleaming faintly. He had already scanned the group of Noble Clan disciples several times, analyzing their weapons, their breathing rhythms, and chest movements to deduce their pulse and thereby assess the level of their Inner Strength cultivation.

He also pondered the moves they might make from the way their weapons were angled.

Soon they would reach Mount Jiu Hua's boundary, Yuchi Jie called out to the people ahead, reined in his horse to slow down, and rode side by side with Wang Anfeng, leaning over to smile and ask why he was so somber, had he been scared?

Wang Anfeng's expression remained placid. Indifferent to Yuchi Jie's teasing, he casually relayed the Martial Arts expertise and strategies of those Noble Clans' sons and guards to Yuchi Jie, who, despite his poor cultivation, was no fool.

Listening to Wang Anfeng recount the Martial Arts strategies of the Noble Clan children and their skilled guards in detail, as if he had personally crossed hands with them, Yuchi Jie's smile gradually faded, revealing acerto seriousness.

He was not concerned about their Martial Arts abilities per se, but the few advisements from Wang Anfeng were clearly not without basis, recognizing their habitual moves and styles with such precision, which was extremely knowledgeable, certainly not just guessed by feeling their weapons.

Yuchi Jie, engrossed, softly asked, upon the casually mentioned assortment of swords and some intricate weapons, reaching more than ten types, each as familiar as the back of his hand: