People around were stunned for a mont, then burst into laughter. A strong man said: "This must be because Young Xia was not paying attention, everyone knows now that the one who killed the Double-Headed Flood Dragon, Yu Guoxing, is deeply infatuated with Feng Zhanfang, the eldest disciple of 'Rose Snow,' and is willing to offer a fortune for her."
"Moreover, that person managed to kill all the villains of the Great Wilderness single-handedly, buying wine with a sword. How could he be a sly underhanded villain?! It seems Young Xia is too engrossed with Yue Yue to care about other heroines."
"Hahaha, young love, understandable, understandable."
Among the laughter and ridicule of the crowd, Jiang Anyi, with a victorious calmness and joy, looked at Wang Anfeng.
People obeyed his command, which gave him a sense of achievent and status. A thought arose in his heart, 'A true man should be like this, with a wave of the sleeve followers gather.' Moving closer with a smile, he softly said:
"So, do you feel proud now?"
"If you are willing to apologize, I could vouch for you, so many in the Jianghu might reluctantly give you a chance to turn over a new leaf."
Wang Anfeng glanced up at him and said indifferently:
"Are we that familiar?"
Jiang Anyi's smile montarily froze.
Wang Anfeng walked past him slowly, and as they brushed shoulders, he said:
"Let guess, you resent because I didn't follow your plan last ti, right?"
"So, you are annoyed I didn't spend a few thousand silver for you?"
He glanced at Jiang Anyi, a rare hint of mockery in his eyes. Jiang Anyi's expression darkened slightly, fists tightening. He suddenly realized that if what Wang Anfeng said were true, he would appear quite foolish.
Beside him, Yue Yue opened her mouth, feeling that sohow her senior brother might have been wrong. She wanted to speak to Wang Anfeng to ease the tension.
But she found that the black-clad young man, who would previously advise her 'unsuited for Jianghu' and greeted her, now seed not to see her, eyes looking straight ahead, walking calmly, mouth open yet silent, oddly feeling a bit off in her heart.
The martial artist intending to stop Wang Anfeng initially stepped back subconsciously at the last mont. Wang Anfeng nodded slightly, saying a simple thank you, and by the ti the person ca back to his senses, Wang Anfeng had already moved far away.
Jiang Anyi watched their departing figures, flicked his sleeve, and coldly said:
"Sharp-tongued, only knowing how to argue with words!"
"Hmph, let's see how you manage to establish a foothold in this Jianghu!"
In the crowd, a young girl in a pink and white dress wrinkled her nose and said to the person next to her: "Senior sister, these people are unreasonable."
"When villains bully good people, they don't keep promises. Why must we keep promises when dealing with them? Shouldn't every villain just need to promise to reform to be let go? Or we wouldn't be heroes?"
"Such constraints on the good only make the evil more rampant."
"Those who died at the hands of villains, isn't it all in vain?"
The woman beside her with a rose insignia on her hem stayed silent for a mont, then said:
"Lian Nan, don't speak too much, that's what everyone says about such matters."
"Sister Feng is calling; let's go quickly, she is very strict."
The girl nad Lian Nan thought of the way her beautiful senior sister would punish people, stuck out her tongue, and stopped talking. She followed her senior sister away from the crowd, quickly heading toward the north.
Lv Yingbo heard Xia Anyi's soft laughter behind, mixed with the voices and angry curses of many martial artists, glanced at Wang Anfeng, and silently mouthed, using sound transmission:
"Why don't you make a move to establish dominance?"
"If it were soone I knew in the past, those people would be dead by now."
"Let draw my blade."
Wang Anfeng casually replied, walking leisurely ahead. The martial artists in that direction, upon seeing the two of them, deliberately showed disdain, unwilling to associate, each drifting away left and right. Wang Anfeng's expression unchanged, he flicked the dust and dirt away.
Then he sat cross-legged on a stone, his weapon leaned on the ground, expression calm, replying.
His words were plain yet composed:
"He is not worthy."
......…
Wang Anfeng and his companion arrived at Xiyun North Mountain in the morning.
Various sects ford alliances and communicated with each other, and by nearly noon, the elders of many sects gathered to discuss. Although so mbers of the Bokel Family had not arrived, possibly losing the support of strong bow martial skills, they decided waiting longer would do more harm than good.
Better to attack now.
After making this decision, each sect inford their disciples to prepare weapons, elixirs, hidden weapons, and other items, then aligned themselves according to their sect's formation, slowly advancing along the mountain path.
Wang Anfeng was initially resting with closed eyes, slowly opened them.
He saw several people erge from the moving sects, their attire particularly simple, resembling ordinary herdsn rather than opulent. However, martial artists from other sects treated these people with utmost respect and courtesy.
Even the sowhat arrogant experts of the Middle Third Rank among them beca amiable. These individuals passed through the sect mbers and directly approached Wang Anfeng. A middle-aged man among them glanced at the docunt in his hand, looked at Wang Anfeng, and said calmly:
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