Chapter 1183: Chapter 217: White Tiger Hall Intelligence (Double-Length, Part 2)
The clash between reason and the body’s instincts was harsh.
At the thought of revering such a man every day in the past, Lv Yingbo felt his limbs go cold, almost nauseous, unable to resist half-kneeling on the ground, gritting his teeth:
“White, Tiger, Hall…”
……
Gu Qinghan sat on the steps.
He held a twig in his hand, absentmindedly drawing on the ground, his eyes on his nose, nose on his heart, facing an empty expanse as if it bore the most fascinating thing in the world, refusing to shift his gaze.
Just as Wang Anfeng had predicted, regarding the secrets of Blade Madman, Gu Qinghan, who prided himself on being the number one in survival skills and number two in agility, didn’t need to peek, let alone think of turning back.
The mont curiosity arose, he ruthlessly snuffed it out in his heart.
Only when Wang Anfeng walked beside him did Gu Qinghan notice him. He jumped up from the ground, tossed away the stick in his hand, bent slightly, wearing a fawning smile:
“Young master, you’re out, is there sothing you need to do?”
“Running errands or roughing soone up, you just need to say the word.”
“Are you tired, young master? Please have a seat.”
“Want so tea?”
Sheng Zhehan’s expression was blank, the veins on his forehead twitched slightly.
The eleventh in the Black List?
Why did he always fight tooth and nail to be on par with such a ‘thing’?
Not to ntion the rank of a master, even his dignity as a person had been tossed into the cesspool.
Heh, Soul Severer?
Such a ‘thing’ could not have the reserve of a noble clan.
Sheng Zhehan scoffed inwardly, stood up to bow, slightly raised his head, tidying his clothes, said:
“Young master…”
“Is there anything you need?”
“It’s almost noon now, you must be hungry.”
“I’ve already sent soone to order food from the restaurant, following your usual habits, the al will be centered around pure beef and lamb, with lamb and white radish soup, three hot and vegetarian dishes, and roasted flatbread ready, seasoned according to your preference…”
Gu Qinghan’s smile froze, slowly turned his head, his eyes gradually widening:
“…??!”
Where’s your reserve?
Sheng Zhehan glanced at Gu Qinghan, raising his eyes slightly, full of disdain.
Wang Anfeng ignored the subtle rivalry between the two, his gaze swept over the courtyard, where the clash between Gu Qinghan and Yi Xiang had left significant marks due to the explosion of Qi chanism.
Through these traces, Wang Anfeng deduced the scene of the battle, combining it with his observations, instantly making a judgnt—
Compared to Yi Xiang, Gu Qinghan could not gain much of an advantage.
The latter, aided by fortuitous encounters and natural talent, was considered a top-tier expert within the Parthian Empire’s Jianghu, even among the 36 Western Regions. Even the elder, Lone Boat Old Man, of the Parthian Empire was wary of him, for his na alone kept him awake for days and nights.
Yet when Gu Qinghan confronted the true core of the White Tiger Hall, he couldn’t swiftly overco his enemy.
A martial artist who could match Gu Qinghan head-on was not considered very strong by the current Wang Anfeng.
However, for soone to casually erge as a formidable expert within the Parthian Empire, apart from Hu Xuan’er and Lv Yingbo, Wang Anfeng had to seriously consider the level Yi Xiang’s martial artists represented in the White Tiger Hall.
How many martial artists of this level are there?
And how many above this level exist?
Martial artists stronger than Yi Xiang are basically equivalent to the peak of the Fifth Rank. Such martial artists are not re passersby; for Parthia, they are senior mbers of a major sect, while for Great Qin, they are elders of a major sect in a county, with countless disciples under them.
Such martial artists are never ford overnight; they require enough talent, long-term training, and superior martial arts inheritance. Even with Gu Qinghan’s intellect, one could guess that such martial artists could not suddenly appear in large numbers.
Yet what the White Tiger Hall seeks is vast, and there’s no way it would hide all martial artists of this level.
Therefore, these first-class martial artists likely have open identities.
Either as rising stars of prestigious clans, or recognized figures in the righteous path.
Wang Anfeng thought about his experiences when leaving Great Qin in Xiong City, and the Great Elder of the Myriad Beast Valley of Parthia, his eyes reflecting a trace of different color. Aside from these two matters, another thing flashed in his mind: the advice of Jiu Zizai to co to the Western Regions.
This elder fond of drinking was renowned in the Jianghu. Unaffiliated with any sect, well-versed in the Bai Family, his inner strength was especially pure, making him a rare real Grandmaster who didn’t rely on Divine Weapon Artifacts, a na among the unparalleled.
Only recently did Wang Anfeng learn that this hermit’s true identity was not simple. He was a high-ranking secret catcher of the Great Qin’s Ministry of Punishnt, always hiding within the Jianghu gathering information.
The White Tiger Hall has spies in the Jianghu.
And Great Qin also has spies in the Jianghu.
Accompanying martial artists of this caliber is long-term cultivation and training. In the Jianghu, they have ample connections; if so of them speak, an entire county’s sects may have to heed them, altering their decisions, even defying parts of the sect’s interests.
Wang Anfeng raised his hand to rub his temples, feeling as though he had carelessly stumbled into a grand chess ga.
The more he understood, the more alarming it beca.
This ga of chess had probably been planned for decades.
Just then, Wang Anfeng sensed a change in Qi chanism behind him, collected his thoughts, and turned to look.
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