Chapter 781: Chapter 65: Intricate Sches (5500 words combined into one)
That sense of connection seed to have never existed.
It was as if he had lost sothing very important to him in an instant. Even for soone as calm as Wang Anfeng, it was rare to see him so restless, especially when he rembered that his maternal family established themselves in Jianghu through mystical arts. In that mont of realization, his agitation only intensified.
Narrowing his eyes slightly, when he saw the provincial official, whose expression was cold, filled with mocking intent and refusing to budge, his lowered fingers involuntarily moved, disturbing the airflow.
Hidden beneath his sleeve, the wrist and forearm imdiately showed Buddhist scriptures in vermilione.
The manipulation of the Qi chanism was well concealed, a technique he had learned from the Ancient Taoist in front of the bamboo forest. As he said, it was rely an insight gained when the Grandmaster sat and observed Mount Tai from a distance, a trivial trick compared to the true way, yet worlds apart.
Yet having practiced martial arts for so long, Wang Anfeng was naturally sharp. He knew how astonishing this ‘minor technique’ actually was and how to utilize it. As he executed it, nothing seed to change in front, but Liu Ling, who Wang Anfeng was guarding, had his breathing slightly stilled behind him.
His white beard hung unnaturally.
The silhouette in front suddenly seed as majestic as the Jade Emperor’s peak of Mount Tai at sunset, possessing a formidable presence that seed to suppress the Five Mountains. In the old man’s view, the sky full of stars, the round moon above, and even the lanterns inside and outside walls, all seed to dim involuntarily.
A lone figure stood out.
It was as if he stood atop Mount Tai.
To others, after the young man had his suspicions pointed out in two areas, his face stiffened without any defense, evidently having nothing to say. This kind of response was all too familiar to them.
The provincial official gestured with his hand, and several martial artists dispersed around him, neither striving to take the lilight nor the credit from the provincial official, also cleverly blocking possible escape routes to prevent the young man from fleeing.
The provincial official just stood five steps in front of Wang Anfeng, an apparently ticulously calculated distance. Should there be any sudden movents, the Qin weapon from the Western Regions could be drawn in an instant to stabilize the situation.
This was an instinct honed by Tie Lin through countless bloody battles as a law enforcer.
The distance not only allowed him to draw his sword but also perfectly pressed on each suspect’s mind, as if with one desperate move, one could take him hostage and escape, just one bet could lead to freedom.
Although it smacked of ‘fishing,’ if the other party had no guilt, they wouldn’t jump at such a minor opportunity. Therefore, even though Tie Lin had been scolded by Shangguan more than a dozen tis, he sincerely admitted his mistakes on the surface but turned around and continued to use such “despicable tricks.”
Liu Ling ca to his senses, observed everyone’s behavior, licked his lips, and couldn’t help but smirk internally. Though often drunk, he was no fool. As a youth, he was selected to enter the Imperial Academy, and after graduating, he was adjured to take official positions several tis. How could such a man be a fool?
The bait laid out by this man was often unproblematic, and even usually enticed desperate martial artists to take action, allowing him to add the credit of quelling rebellions to his na.
This was a type of person rarely seen by Liu Ling in the official courts.
This type of individual was sharp enough to maximize the benefits in hand and swallow them whole, hence accumulating rits and promoting quickly.
But there was just one oversight: what if the bait caught was not a re shrimp or minnow? What if, aiming to fish for sustenance, one ensnared a wildly raging dragon from the river instead?
The old man looked at the people surrounding him, pity in his eyes.
The young man before him, or rather, the young adult he would soon beco, he did not know well. Having been in contact for so long, he only knew of two things about him.
The first, one man with a sword against five hundred rebel disciples of One-Leaf Pavilion.
The second, killing a Grandmaster.
To have killed a Grandmaster…
Liu Ling sighed deeply in his heart.
In the world of Jianghu, how many are Grandmasters?
And now, just these few people, isn’t it too shabby?
The elder scratched his chin, seriously considering whether to step back a bit to avoid getting splattered with blood mixed with the sll of alcohol.
Wang Anfeng took a slight step forward. Tie Lin narrowed his eyes slightly, his face full of coldness. His thumb pressed against the bronze-wrapped hilt of his sword and with a slight effort, he flicked out a bright inch of sword blade, and said,
“You, are you refusing to be arrested?”
Wang Anfeng’s gaze shifted to a figure in vermilion clothes not far away. Wuxin seed to have noticed the movent here and glanced sideways. Wang Anfeng took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the inexplicable irritability in his heart, and pushed it down again.
At this mont, he wanted to leave and follow that sense to see where it would lead him and whether it truly involved his maternal family. If Wuxin recognized his true identity, it would be even harder to escape, so he couldn’t lift his disguise mask, nor could he draw Wuxin’s attention.
He knew how troubleso Wuxin could be, but after all, he had no way to fight as freely in the city as White Tiger Hall or Danfeng Valley, disregarding the lives of ordinary people. He really couldn’t bring himself to do such a thing.
If it were a normal ti, staying in this place for a while would be fine, but now, due to that indescribable feeling of restlessness, he found himself in a difficult situation. Concern led to chaos, only an outsider could view it clearly, barely holding onto his inner calm.
Wang Anfeng glanced again at Wuxin, who was entangled by a Hu woman, within a thirty-step distance. Wang Anfeng’s gaze lowered; he had already planned to forcefully charge through the wall with his shoulder, taking Liu Ling to break out. This would undoubtedly cause more trouble, a city-wide manhunt, but in his disturbed state, he really didn’t care if he had to quench his thirst by drinking poison.
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