Why do I have so many masters?

Behind him, he heard comments like "so handsome, such a tall stature," "Mr. Bunny," "what a pity," followed by a burst of crisp laughter. Wang Anfeng didn't have time to ponder what they meant, he just stretched his long legs and ran swiftly.

A moment later, he left behind the seven-story tall, rather luxurious "Fragrance Pavilion." Only after taking a long breath, he found beads of sweat forming on his forehead, and his mind was exhausted. Regrefully, it was even more strenuous than fighting a few rounds with a Fourth Rank Martial Artist. At this point, he felt a sense of helplessness and mocked himself internally.

His master said, women are like tigers, there are good people and bad people, and women can also be good women or women like tigers.

However, what does "eyes like a tiger watching its prey" mean? This time, he truly understood.

Wang Anfeng sighed, took a few steps before he couldn't help but turn back to look. He could still vaguely see the pavilion on the highest floor of the "Fragrance Pavilion," with its upturned eaves, intricately carved phoenixes and birds. Below hung bright yellow tassels and pearl beads the size of thumbs, which swayed with the wind; the pearls clashed together, producing clear, crisp sounds.

A fine sword costs at least several ounces of silver, cheap rouge only costs a few pence, but this "Fragrance Pavilion" appeared more luxurious than those weapon shops. Is making money off women really this easy?

Wang Anfeng silently calculated for a bit and realized that in his haste and panic, he had gone in the wrong direction. He should have been heading towards the North City District, but now he had ended up in the South City. With people bustling all around, he could only find a small path to make his way back.

In one hand, he carried the wig and clothes, wrapped in coarse paper bags, and in the other, he held a rouge box. Even with the wooden box blocking it, Wang Anfeng could smell a faint fragrance, akin to a mix of fruit and floral scents, yet different, refreshingly pleasant.

It might not be the rouge in the wooden box; it could be that the wooden box had absorbed the fragrance from being in the Fragrance Pavilion for too long. Under ordinary circumstances, it went unnoticed, evaporating only when exposed to sunlight, fading away quietly after some time.

Still, he couldn't help but entertain the thought: if Xue Qinshuang dressed in light yellow women's attire and wore the rouge, what would she look like? Wouldn't she carry the same fragrance?

The more he thought about it, the more his heart rippled, making it exceedingly difficult to suppress, causing random thoughts to stir his mind into chaos. Wang Anfeng couldn't help but raise a hand, forming the Vajra Seal, tapping his forehead, and muttering softly:

"Do not think! Do not think!"

Unconsciously, he used the Lion's Roar Dharma to shake his spirit and cleanse the stray thoughts, restoring the mental state from earlier romanticism. However, he found himself subject to various gazes from seemingly hidden, yet bold angles, as if he were a patient fleeing from a clinic.

Wang Anfeng paused slightly, then realized he had performed such an action on the street in front of many people. He almost sank into utter shame, barely managing to use Shaolin's Divine Skills to suppress the flush creeping up his face, pretending not to notice the curious looks, he gazed steadily towards the direction of the inn to walk.

Returning, he handed the items to Xue Qinshuang, not daring to lift his eyes. Xue Qinshuang glanced at the things in her hand and smiled, saying: "Actually, just buying a few would suffice. You've bought too many, which is somewhat wasteful."

Wang Anfeng said: "It's better to have more than less."

Xue Qinshuang nodded, yet laughed: "In that case, why don't I give it a try, and you take a look to see how similar I am to that young man?"

Wang Anfeng nodded in agreement. Now, he managed to suppress his thoughts, refraining from excessive imagination, avoiding any mistakes. He waited in the corridor outside, looking at the scenery in the inn's backyard, while silently reciting the Diamond Sutra and Prajna Sutra in his mind, subduing stray thoughts one by one.

During this meditative concentration, time passed incredibly quickly. Unknowingly, a lot of time had gone by. By the time Wang Anfeng regained awareness, the inner strength was flowing gently through the Eight Extraordinary Meridians, unconsciously entering a peculiar realm of inner cultivation where thought and self became one and forgotten.

Turning around to look, he saw the wooden door open from the inside; it seemed the action of door opening triggered the flow of qi mechanism, awakening him naturally. Opening the door revealed a young girl in a light-colored dress, looking refreshing and adorable, seemingly fifteen or sixteen. It was Dongfang Ximing.

Wang Anfeng hadn't noticed earlier, assuming Dongfang Ximing was inside without coming out. At this point, he smiled and nodded, proceeding to walk inside, feeling inexplicably slightly nervous, losing the previous calm.

Entering, his gaze swept upward from below; it was a room identical to the one he stayed in, with carved tables and chairs, beds on either side. Ingeniously placed in the corner was a delicate bookshelf, stacked with reams of freshly white paper, featuring the three teachings' classics.

On the bed to the left sat a young man in an open-breasted long shirt, with a handsome face, seemingly smiling. Wang Anfeng's expression changed slightly, almost instinctively gathering his qi. Then he realized this was the appearance of Xue Qinshuang after disguise, truly an excellent likeness. He couldn't help but take two steps forward, studying closely from a distance of two feet, clapping his hands in admiration:

"Incredible, simply incredible."

"Even if the real person were here, they would surely doubt themselves to be the fake one. The Xue Family's thirteenth young master, indeed living up to his name."

The 'young man' blinked, then lowered his gaze, seemingly a bit shy, with a slight redness at the tip of the ears. Wang Anfeng felt a bit strange since Xue Qinshuang wasn't such a reserved person. Just then, he heard two hesitating sounds from that person, saying: