Why do I have so many masters?

"There will definitely be a fight in the future; that palm technique just now was quite interesting."

The slight defeat in her mind just circled around once, and was immediately thrown behind her. Her eyebrows raised, her spirit high, as she pondered Wang Anfeng's execution of that chain palm technique, like waves stacking, faintly possessing three points of Divine Charm.

Wang Anfeng strode ahead, his right hand lifted, clutching at his chest, his heart beating like the red skinny horse in Shaolin Temple that joyously ran wild, his blood boiling fiercely. Opening his mouth, he faintly exhaled a breath of hot air.

There was a vendor resting under the banyan tree ahead, who unintentionally saw his face, his eyes brightened, directly approaching with a smile and greeting:

"Hey, brother, here we have top-quality hangover soup, three Tongbao a bowl. Have a bowl, sober up. It's an old brand, no deceiving..."

"Hey, hey, hey, don't go! Two Tongbao, two, would that be okay?"

"Three Tongbao for two bowls?!"

"Hey!"

"Are you blind?!"

Wang Anfeng paid no heed, moving forward. Xue Qinshuang harbored suspicion and felt low, wondering if she had been deceived in the past. She then began mimicking that exquisite palm technique.

Engrossed, her mind was ninety percent immersed in the turns of Vigorous Qi and only ten percent tied to Wang Anfeng. Regardless of where he went, she just followed him, if he went forward, she went forward; if he turned left, she turned left.

If she became even more absorbed, she might unknowingly follow the wrong person or take the wrong direction, only realizing she reached a completely unfamiliar place upon waking up.

This kind of thing wasn't unprecedented, and it was always extremely embarrassing.

Most awkwardly, during her youth, she once followed someone directly into a wedding banquet, and others naturally thought the two came together. Her Martial Arts were high, moving silently, even the person she followed was unaware someone was behind him.

So by the time she came to her senses, she was inexplicably invited to the guest seat, not recognizing anyone around, overwhelmed and had to pretend to be a distant relative of the bride. No matter what others said, she would reply politely, "Oh, indeed, exactly."

People looked at her with admiration and spoke even more enthusiastically, but she didn't understand a word of the local dialect, sweating throughout the meal, yet having to maintain a look conveying, "What you said makes sense, I agree."

Although she wasn't as absorbed now, it was close enough that the vendor's words naturally went unheard.

Not until she arrived at the cake shop in Rongyue City, named Rongyuezhai, did she lower her hand and, upon withdrawing her palm, her Vigorous Qi rolled and layered. She achieved four to five points of Divine Charm. If she refined it further, she could consecutively unleash several palms with accumulated Vigorous Qi.

Rongyuezhai is the only renowned spot in this city, not located in the busiest market but close enough to residential areas, a centenary but highly valuable site in their business.

The shopkeeper here is a middle-aged man in his forties, plump and amiable, who laid out cake samples on the table for passersby to taste before deciding to buy.

Though it seemed easy to lose money, people are prideful, and feel embarrassed not to buy after tasting. If some rascals come to take advantage, the shopkeeper isn't much bothered, instead, business thrives overall.

Upon Wang Anfeng and Xue Qinshuang entering the shop, the shopkeeper, noting their well-made attire, served cake samples enthusiastically and handed them a pair of chopsticks. Wang Anfeng's mind still chaotic, his heart racing wildly like a galloping horse, refusing to halt.

At that moment, if someone handed him a blue and red brick, he would have instinctively grabbed it. He picked up the chopsticks, grabbed a cake, and brought it to his mouth, the sweet frosting evoking memories.

His eyes regained clarity, looking down, seeing the cake's texture and sweet smell, familiar and unforgettable, causing his mouth to twitch.

The shopkeeper proudly said: "Hey, esteemed guests, these cakes are made with flour, eggs, mare's milk according to a secret recipe, and top-quality white sugar from Jiangnan Road, as white as snow, as fine as sand, with an exquisite taste."

Wang Anfeng's memory increasingly returned, recalling Lv Baiping's words from yesterday, his face blanching.

In his heart, the red skinny horse that was galloping suddenly fell twice, collapsing onto the ground, foaming at the mouth, unable to leap. The hands capable of lifting mountains and supporting the city gate slightly trembled.

The cake plopped to the ground.

The shopkeeper's smile stiffened.

He looked down at the smashed cake, his mouth twitching.

"Are you smashing my place?"

......

When twilight fell, Wang Anfeng and Xue Qinshuang returned to Liangzhou City, still carrying a box of cakes from Rongyuezhai, including various types. Except for the one similar to Dongfang Ximing's recipe, which they firmly refused to add.

Once Wang Anfeng came to his senses, realizing Dongfang Ximing's recipe might be correct, but a 30-wen cake when made for a young girl became something life-threatening.

Recalling the taste, Wang Anfeng still felt uneasy in his stomach. Before entering the city, he parted ways with Xue Qinshuang, seeking a secluded spot, and didn't relax until 'Wang Anfeng' returned to his room, then went back to Shaolin Temple.

He then removed his disguise, cleaned up, and returned to the guest room of the inn, thus ending a busy day. Earlier, he hadn't felt it, but upon returning, a profound sense of fatigue emerged from deep within.

Sitting on the bed, he lifted his hand to massage his brow, memories in his mind surfaced, collided.

Especially one thought lingered.

If Shi Huaidie succeeded, what benefits would this woman gain from the Sword Organization? The latter harbors murderous intent toward him, if she grows due to this, it'd be a significant problem.

Now she's holding a famous sword of counterfeit Fourth Rank.

If one day she ascends to Steward, or even higher, like the expert seen today, it's indeed a big trouble. However, thinking again, wouldn't Mr. Ying also gain benefits then?

Although Mr. Ying only had one person to use, he still bore the weight of a Grandmaster.

Quality over quantity.

Just as he intended to lie on the bed and rest, someone knocked on the door.

Wang Anfeng gazed at the door and asked:

"Who is it?"

The person outside answered respectfully:

"Is it Doctor Wang? I sincerely apologize for disturbing you, but it is an important matter. I have been sent by Ministry of Punishment Yan Ling's command..."

"Brother Yan Ling?"

Wang Anfeng was slightly stunned, the first thought that surfaced was the brotherly figure who would casually say 'Do you know?'. Yet Yan Ling should still be at the Ministry of Punishment in Fufeng County City, how could he be here? Suddenly realizing who was at the door—

Blind Old Wu's people had arrived.

PS: First update of the day… Three thousand eight