Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 702 - 23 A Mighty Wind Arises!!! (Combined)_2

Chapter 702 -23 A Mighty Wind Arises!!! (Combined)_2

Cao Donglin sighed upon hearing the words and saw Wu Feiwen’s tragic fall, expressing regret:

“Death is momentous, and though life is precious, at this point, there is nothing we can do. It’s just a pity that Brother Wu’s ‘Flying Beads and Linked Stars’ archery skills will now be lost to Jianghu.”

He paused briefly, then turned his gaze toward Wang Anfeng with a hint of sternness, and said:

“Even if Brother Wu’s actions were somewhat inappropriate, he never harmed a soul. He was merely a bit rude in his words; his offenses were not worthy of death. Yet, he has met such a fate. Young man, do you not feel even a trace of shame?!”

With clear and sharp eyes, as he spoke, a great sense of righteousness emanated from him, commanding involuntary respect. And behind Cao Donglin, martial artists already began to shout angrily:

“Before coming here, Hero Cao had told us that upon our arrival, we should not act rashly but first talk things out. As long as you hand over the son of Wang Tiance, we would refrain from needless killing. But we never expected you to act so ruthlessly.”

“Brother Wu was merely excited by the chase and wished to spar with you, yet you reciprocated with such a vicious attack. We initially thought that your involvement with Wang Tiance’s karma might have led you to stray from Jianghu’s code of conduct, but now it seems that the rumors were entirely true!”

“Deserves to be killed!”

With those chilling words of “deserves to be killed”, the anger of dozens, maybe hundreds of martial artists hiding in the crowd rose to shouts.

Human nature is prone to blind conformity, and many martial artists didn’t understand what had just happened; they simply saw one of their experts had died and instinctively joined in the shouting.

In no time at all, the outcry was like a tidal wave, as if Divine Martial Mansion’s people were utterly against the will of the people and the trend of events. They had to die here; anything less would fail to appease the public’s fury, anything less would fail to settle affairs in Jianghu.

The so-called trend of popular opinion that had fermented in Jianghu for a full three months now burst forth with such violence, like a flash flood, that the strength of one individual against such force seemed as fragile as a reed before the wind.

Without orders, the Qing Taoqi stood still, their hands on their weapons already showing tense sinews. But Hang Yong, who had his life saved by Wang Anfeng, could no longer restrain himself, holding his disciple and shouting defiantly:

“Have you all gone blind?”

“Just now, that man clearly intended to kill my disciple. If it weren’t for him, my disciple would have already been shot dead. And this, in your eyes, is considered excited by the chase, not harming a soul?!”

The martial artist hesitated for a moment, then seemed to scoff, replying with a sneer:

“The words of the remnants of Divine Martial Mansion are not to be believed! I had assumed that the people of Divine Martial Mansion were men who dared to act and take responsibility for their actions, so I never expected to encounter such a purveyor of nonsense!”

Hang Yong’s eyes were about to split with fury, and he shouted:

“I am a disciple of Liu Sword Sect!”

The crowd faltered for a moment, and soon their gazes turned sharply to an elder with graying hair. The elder was dressed in a light cyan robe, wielding a longsword, and despite his age, he appeared distinguished – he was the Sect Leader of Liu Sword Sect.

Hang Yong had already seen his grandmaster and, with a face full of joy, cried out, but the old man turned away, avoiding Hang Yong’s eyes. Surrounded by an aggressive crowd, the grandmaster constrained his thoughts and said through clenched teeth:

“Our disciples of Liu Sword Sect are sworn to punish evil and promote righteousness as we travel through Jianghu, living by the sword as heroes. But, to think, in just a short month, you have already accepted the patronage of Divine Martial Mansion!”

“After today, Liu Sword Sect will no longer recognize you as disciples!”

After speaking, feeling no relaxation in the surrounding gaze, he bit his lip, drew his sword, and cut off a piece of his garment, throwing it down and declaring:

“Our relationship is like this garment, severed by a single stroke!”

All around, loud praises of Elder Liu’s righteousness filled the air like a blanket, while a piece of light cyan fabric fell to the ground.

Hang Yong was stunned, staring at his grandmaster, who he had always seen as a heroic figure, now so eager to sever ties with him. He watched as the fabric landed in a filthy gutter, the proud cyan hue tarnished and dirty.

Hang Yong collapsed to the ground, devoid of strength. Previously, he had held his disciple and wept holding the sword tassel after a narrow escape. This time, though, he laughed bitterly, rocking back and forth with crazed eyes, and said:

“It turns out it’s not the eyes that are blind, but the heart! Jianghu is just like the Imperial Court, full of intrigue and scheming, not blind eyes, but blind hearts, haha…”

Wang Anfeng stood expressionless in the middle of it all, while Mo Xiaoqi, suppressing her fear, came forward to pull Hang Yong away as he laughed madly. Wang Anfeng looked up at the martial artist who had just been spouting grand statements and said, calmly:

“Do you recognize Wang Tiance?”

The martial artist replied coldly, standing tall:

“I do not.”

Wang Anfeng continued, “Then were your relatives killed by Wang Tiance?”

The martial artist’s face changed dramatically, spat out a large mouthful of spit, and repeatedly said, “My parents are alive and well, not like your dead ones. Don’t curse us with your words!”

Wang Anfeng fell silent for a while, seemingly puzzled, and said softly: freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

“You don’t know me, nor have you had any grudge against my father. So what brings you here today?”

The tall martial artist straightened his back, glanced at the surrounding people, clasped his fists, and proclaimed loudly:

“For the moral code of Jianghu, for the unjustly slain souls, for this sense of injustice in my heart!”

“Is there a problem with that?!”

Wang Anfeng murmured and nodded, saying:

“To act heroically and righteously, that is what martial artists do, driven by the conviction in their hearts, as heroes do.”