Why do I have so many masters?

Chapter 694: Chapter 19 Asceticism (1/2)

When Wang Anfeng appeared, the entire mountain valley had almost been flattened by the Qing Taoqi cavalry, who were such elite fighters that each could release Sword Qi. Even with just their Waist Sabers, their efficiency was astoundingly high.

On one side of the valley, a pile of wood had accumulated, and Gongsun Jing was about to lead these fierce men, usually tasked with killing and beheading, to draw out their Waist Sabers and chop the wood using Blade Qi, planning to build a few houses.

Upon seeing Wang Anfeng emerge, Gongsun Jing stopped what he was doing and prepared to call off the rest of the Qing Taoqi members.

He hadn’t begun his Cultivation practice for the day yet.

Before he could speak, Anfeng had already steadily placed a large wooden barrel, big enough to drown a man, on the ground. The medicinal liquid inside sloshed about, emitting a pungent odor that nearly nobody could ignore—as heads simultaneously turned to look.

When they saw the suspicious color of the liquid, the others were curious and puzzled, including Gongsun Jing from Divine Martial Mansion, and the old soldiers all shivered uniformly, then involuntarily took a step back with concealed horror.

Wang Anfeng: “…”

By the time Gongsun Jing finally managed to suppress his instinct to turn tail and run, he gathered up the Qing Taoqi with a strained face, while Lao Lu had already left the valley.

To use the medicinal liquid in the barrel, the Martial Artists would need to be fully immersed. That would require roughly three hundred large wooden barrels.

There was no shortage of wood in this place, but having wood alone wasn’t enough to make barrels.

Yuchi Jie instructed Lao Lu to fetch some Silver Coins and then, concealing his movement technique, headed out from another direction to the nearest county town to purchase all the necessary items. It so happened there were other things to prepare, so they bought everything all at once.

After casually passing the woodworking axe to Mo Xiaoqi and instructing him to give it to the only woodworker in the stronghold, Wang Anfeng, with his mind full of Cultivation methods, looked at the somewhat tense Gongsun Jing and then at the three hundred Qing Taoqi.

With his right hand, he patted the pungent medicinal liquid beside him, and a reflexive, gentle smile appeared on Anfeng’s face.