Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 667 - 265: If I Don’t Do It, Who Will? (End of Volume) (Thanks to the Sect Leader Wu Mian Xiao Xiao Sheng)_3
It was clearly the dragon horse that had been obtained from Xue Qinshuang and lost in the Pharmacist Valley.
The horse ran straight to Wang Anfeng's side, lowered its head, and affectionately rubbed Wang Anfeng's palm with its head. Wang Anfeng's eyes widened as he looked toward the Scholar and said, "This, this is..."
The Scholar in the green robe spoke indifferently,
"Go."
Wang Anfeng bowed with his fists and said softly,
"Yes."
Leaping up, he straddled the horse's back, ready to leave, when he heard the cold voice of Mr. Ying,
"You do not regret?"
Wang Anfeng shook his head, gave the horse's back a light pat, and the superior foreign horse began to stride, dashing like a gust of wind, like a sharp arrow shooting toward the direction of Wanling City.
Next to the Scholar, a phantom Taoist appeared, speaking in a low voice,
"Aren't you going to stop him?"
The Scholar fell unusually silent for a moment before speaking indifferently,
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"He is himself, not one of my chess pieces."
"I've long known that human hearts are unfathomable."
"After all, he is Wang Anfeng."
The Taoist seemed contemplative and said, "So, the piece you were originally planning to use to break the game has been played here, hasn't it?"
The Scholar said casually, "His identity could not be concealed any longer anyway."
From Mount Yufu to Wanling City was merely a few dozen miles, almost instantly traversed.
Wang Anfeng did not enter the city; he raced up the mountain outside the city.
At the mountain gate, guards of the Wen Family holding sharp blades shouted in anger,
"Who dares to trespass upon our Wen..."
Before the voice could finish, they were sent flying by the charging Green-Maned Horse. Wang Anfeng, half-covered in blood, on his battle horse, neighed long and hard as if it were a Dragon Beast, directly rushing upwards, and in a brief moment, he arrived at the imposing and oppressive central gate of the Wen Mansion.
Wen Hongyun, the steward of the Wen Family, stood in front of the central gate, hands inserted into his sleeves. Beside him stood two other attendants. In contrast to his previous humble demeanor, this time wearing the loose-sleeved long robe of a Scholar, the casually elegant Wen Hongyun didn't even bother to lift his eyelids as he said dismissively,
"I heard someone was riding a horse up the mountain. Who could it be? It turns out to be Young Master Wang."
"I wonder why Young Master Wang has come here today? What important matter brings you?"
Wang Anfeng said calmly, "I have a message for Uncle Wen Hong."
Wen Hongyun's expression slackened, and he said indifferently,
"The Family Head is busy with common affairs. Young Master, please come again another time."
"Or perhaps you may come in and talk."
Wang Anfeng tapped the horse's belly with his right foot, intending to walk inside. Wen Hongyun raised his hand to stop him, reached for the horse's bridle, slightly tilted his chin upward, and said in a chilly voice,
"Even a high-ranking official from the Imperial Court is not allowed to enter the Wen Family's central gate on horseback."
"Young Master Wang, please dismount!"
Hidden Vigorous Qi surged in his palm.
"Dismount?"
Wang Anfeng murmured, looking at the high walls and big courtyard.
This time, he almost got killed.
It nearly cost his Master and his friends their lives as well.
He lowered his head to look at Wen Hongyun and murmured to himself, "Actually, I just wanted to live an ordinary life, and then wanted to make my way in the Jianghu, and then, I just wanted to find out about my father's past."
Wen Hongyun furrowed his brows and asked,
"What did you say?"
Wang Anfeng continued softly,
"Then I found out that many wanted me dead. While walking in the Jianghu, I heard that their noble clans were ruined because of my father, so whenever it's mentioned, they grind their teeth in hatred, wishing to wipe out my family without a place to bury us."
"I just smiled and ignored them."
"But I realized, still many others wanted me dead."
"Simply because I am my father's son, I should die, because I carry this name, I should die, no matter what kind of person I am or what I have done; they don't care, they take it as natural, a logic surpassing everything else."
"No matter whether it is bullying by magnitude or numbers or talking about the righteousness of the Jianghu."
"I don't know if this is right, but I also know another principle, 'the killer must be killed in turn.'"
"I would like to discuss this principle as well."
Wen Hongyun felt uneasy, and as he raised his hand to grab the horse's bridle, he said forcefully,
"Young Master Wang, please dismount."
Wang Anfeng looked at him with calm eyes. Suddenly, the battle horse beneath him reared up with a long neigh, breaking free from Wen Hongyun's grasp. With his right hand, he lifted his sword, and with the sword still in its scabbard, he struck out, saying,
"Down with you!!"
The sword scabbard carried a profound force, infused with Inner Strength of the Fifth Rank, and it landed heavily on Wen Hongyun's shoulder. A flash of lightning streaked across the blade. Even the slightest release of Divine Weapon's power was not easily bearable, let alone for Wen Hongyun whose strength was far inferior to Wang Anfeng's. He immediately coughed up a mouthful of fresh blood.
In the next moment, he felt a pain in his chest and abdomen as he was struck and sent flying. In his dimming vision, the Green-Maned Horse reared, and its hooves, as big as bowls, heavily slammed on the central gate that represented the glory and majesty of the noble clan that had lasted for hundreds of years.
Once,
Twice,
Thrice!
With thunderous booms, the central gate of the Wen Mansion heavily fell backward, crushing all of the coming attendants and guards underneath. Wang Anfeng pulled on the reins, and the steed neighed, stepping back onto the doorway, rushing into the courtyard of the Wen Mansion.
Weapons appeared densely, like a city stronghold, from all over the vast Wen Mansion.
Wang Anfeng's sword did not stop; he slashed diagonally, and unlike before, this time there was no hesitation in his strikes. Amidst the dragon-like neighing of the Green-Maned Horse, he swiftly charged forward, avoiding a spear thrust at him.
With one hand, he grasped the spear and shouted angrily, lifting the man with the spear and sending him flying.
Right hand with sword, left hand with spear.
He suddenly exerted strength, causing his injuries to split open, blood flowing out again, then lightning appeared, cauterizing the wound to a charred blackness. As there were many adversaries, he put his longsword on his back, grasped the spear with both hands, and aided by the horse's momentum, he swept and thrust his way straight toward the central hall.
