Why do I have so many masters?

Chapter 693: Chapter 18 Wang (Ying) Cultivation (2/2)

Mo Xiaoqi was indeed not mistaken.

That secluded valley was not very far from the stockade, taking a little over an hour to reach, and as soon as he emerged through the lush growth of low bushes, the view abruptly opened up.

This small valley, tucked between several mountains, was a clearing filled with lush vegetation, with a narrow gap to the south that could only accommodate one person walking through, appearing deep and seemingly boundless at a glance.

Wang Anfeng dismounted his horse.

The three hundred riders behind him dismounted in unison and methodically.

It seemed that the valley had been undisturbed by outsiders for quite some time, with weeds grow wild everywhere; even snakes could be seen slithering among them. For now, the place was clearly not suitable for settlement.

Gongsun Jing frowned slightly and turned to issue orders; all members of the Qing Taoqi removed their arm armors, leaving forty men armed with waist sabers to cut through the wildly growing weeds, and if they encountered any snakes, to simply chop them dead with one clean cut.

The remaining two hundred-plus people filed out from the entrance shrouded by the jungle, and it took about the time it takes to burn a stick of incense before people gradually began to return, each carrying logs as thick as a person’s body.

The marks on the split logs were clearly made by brute force, smashing them apart, causing admiration in the hearts of the bandits watching.

Wang Anfeng wandered through the valley, sprinkling medicine powder here and there, both to keep away insects and repel wild animals.

Secondly, many tracking methods in Jianghu are associated with scent, and using medicine powder to mask odors can fundamentally eliminate such techniques.

Wang Anfeng reached into his medicine bag, but felt an emptiness and suddenly realized that his own supply of medicine had been completely exhausted. Although the medicine bag was crafted by his second master, Wu Changqing, he had been sprinkling medicine powder all along the way and had already run out.