Why do I have so many masters?
Chapter 1098: 180: On Keeping One's Composure (Double-Length)
Chapter 1098: Chapter 180: On Keeping One’s Composure (Double-Length)
Leaning against the edge of the wooden tub, his eyes closed.
“However… I have no regrets.”
……
Lv Guanhong, Xu Chuanjun, and the other two witnesses watched Wang Anfeng disappear. Due to the high vantage point, they clearly saw Wanjun half-kneeling, the scene hit Lv Guanhong the hardest, having spent the most time with Wang Anfeng, his mouth agape, almost in a daze.
He could never have imagined that the cold-hearted doctor was actually powerful to such a degree, nor did he expect the final moments to unfold in such a legendary manner.
Xu Chuanjun was equally bewildered, murmuring to himself:
“So it was like this, so it was like this…”
“As long as you exist, like a sword, the Parthian nobles are forced to retreat, then the stagnant waters have room to breathe, to seek life…”
“So it was like this, is this the other solution you spoke of?”
The gentle woman simply watched her husband silently, among the group, the first to react was the youth Adon, who had the least understanding of the situation.
The youth neither had Xu Chuanjun’s insights into the Parthian Empire’s situation nor Lv Guanhong’s long acquaintance with Wang Anfeng. To him, the latter was merely a traveler he’d met by chance, far less threatening than the fifty thousand troops.
The youth stared at the still-dense mass of fifty thousand soldiers, instinct tingling, his skin tightened with each passing moment, he swallowed, lowered his voice:
“Mister, old man, you’ve seen enough, now that one’s safely gone, shouldn’t we be thinking about ourselves?”
“We’re nothing like him.”
“Against such opponents, I won’t last long. Can you, sir, cut through fifty thousand with ease? Or will they offer us milk and roast, warmly entertaining us, do you think?”
Xu Chuanjun snapped back to reality upon hearing this, feeling the cold pressure of the army’s might, his expression slightly changing, he said:
“Indeed, I was out of line…”
“Now, while they haven’t reacted yet, we must retreat swiftly.”
“Old sir, if you have nowhere to go, why not join us?”
Lv Guanhong withdrew his gaze, for some reason, he felt that the vast world, after bidding farewell today, might make it difficult to meet that rascal again, a hint of melancholy in his heart, he said:
“Do you know who I am?”
Xu Chuanjun nodded and replied:
“You are the Second Elder of Myriad Beast Valley, I do know.”
Lv Guanhong continued: “Then do you know, my senior brother is allied with the Heretic Sect, intending harm upon Jianghu. If you accompany me, we’ll surely be chased.”
Before Xu Chuanjun could respond, a charming, gentle voice chuckled softly: “Evil Sect? Arz, speaking of your senior brother in such a way, surely he’d be heartbroken.”
The two changed expressions, swiftly looking towards the source of the voice.
They saw a graceful woman standing at a descending spot on the high ground, clad in purple attire, her eyes full of allure, a beauty mark at the corner of her smile adding to her charm, she lightly smiled at the wary group:
“Old man, we meet again.”
“Never thought you’d really have such fortune, survive my poison until now without turning into live flower mud, such an event hasn’t happened in two hundred years.”
Xu Chuanjun’s right hand hung low, Inner Qi subtly accumulated.
Adon, with slightly lesser cultivation, reacted a beat slower, but upon realizing she was an enemy, swiftly drew the curved saber at his waist, stepping forward to block the graceful woman’s path, his furrowed eyebrows showing full vigilance.
Upon seeing the visitor, Lv Guanhong’s expression drastically changed, recognizing her as the purple-clothed woman secretly aligned with his senior brother.
On that day, he struck her back with Tiger Roaring Fist, a guaranteed lethal move, yet failed to defeat her, falling under the venomous bind; now facing her, his right hand involuntarily trembled, seemingly feeling that unbearable pain again, his face pale, he gritted out:
“How are you here?!”
The purple-clothed woman toyed with her hair with her right fingers, giggling:
“Why do you think, Second Elder?”
“Since you know I’m skilled in Poison Skill, yet appeared near me without precautions, do you think I wouldn’t have prepared any contingencies?”
Xu Chuanjun’s expression changed abruptly, blurting out:
“Medicine fragrance?!”
The charming woman clapped and laughed:
“Indeed, as expected of a person from the Jiangnan noble clan, quick thinker. To be honest, as soon as you arrived here, I was aware, sending people, yet the previous one’s Martial Arts were terrifyingly great, young, almost like a Grandmaster. Had no chance to act.”
“But now it’s different.”
“Whether he left through the Taoist Sect’s so-called ascension or with supreme Qinggong, he is ultimately not here, wonderful, I finally have the chance to act.”
“Today, no matter what, I can’t let you all leave, that wouldn’t be hospitality.”