Why do I have so many masters?-Chapter 588 - 214: Yin and Yang Together, a Blend of Overbearing Power (6602 Merge 1)_2

Was it last night... the moment of the confrontation?

In all honesty, the image of that man in the green shirt with cold eyes popped into his mind without reason.

A chill began to form in Ke Junyan's heart.

The significance and threat contained within this jade pendant seemed to assault him head on.

Even if he was able to secure his position within the sect, that man wanted him to remain uneasy at all times, to live in constant fear, unable to find peace.

At this moment, he stood in the courtyard, bathed in warm sunlight.

The man in the green shirt seemed to stand just where he had vanished the night before, hands behind his back, watching Ke Junyan with an indifferent expression.

Ke Junyan's hand clenched slightly.

A disciple walked in from the front hall, respectfully saying:

"Sect Leader, Elder Liu."

"Liu Wenyu of Red Cliff Sect seeks an audience..."

Liu Wenyu, one of the four Chief Stewards of Red Cliff Sect, responsible for coordinating many of the sect's affairs, Ke Junyan could guess the purpose of his visit today.

Liu Qizheng's expression subtly changed, he too thought of Ke Junyan's words from last night about joining forces with Red Cliff Sect, and looked up at the Sect Leader with a hint of hope.

Ke Junyan remained silent for a long time, closed his eyes, and said indifferently:

"...Do not see him."

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Liu Qizheng collapsed to the ground, a wry smile on his face.

That afternoon, the Baiyang Sword Sect announced that Elder Liu Qizheng had violated sect rules and had been captured, stripped of his Elder status, awaiting punishment.

It was also declared to Jianghu of Guangwu County that Red Cliff Sect was charged with ten heinous crimes, harming fellow martial artists. Baiyang Sword Sect would no longer tolerate their actions and vowed to support Jade Ruin Temple and the Cangyu Branch in demanding accountability from Red Cliff Sect to all of Jianghu in Guangwu County.

In a small town below Yan Mountain.

In the tavern, many people of Jianghu were excitedly discussing the purpose behind Baiyang Sword Sect's move, while others lamented the turbulent times of Jianghu, saying that this might lead to a rare period of stability in the martial world of Guangwu County, showing regret that they might miss out on seeing the usual clashes in Jianghu.

A man in green finished his tea and laid a few Copper Coins on the table.

He then got up and left the tavern.

Behind him, the clamor from within the tavern and throughout the vast Jianghu of Guangwu County rose, filled with debates. Some claimed there must be a conspiracy at play, others argued that Ke Junyan was fed up with the infighting within Red Cliff Sect and took a stand, and some believed that forces from outside the county were interfering, creating a tumultuous uproar.

Today, the spring chill was gone, and there was a light rain.

The man in green, holding an umbrella, walked away nonchalantly, leaving the noise far behind.

News certainly traveled faster than people.

A Flying Eagle soared straight to the Candle Dragon's Nest.

The Taoists at Jade Ruin Temple were in great spirits today, having prepared the meal early to serve both the elderly Observatory Master and several esteemed guests. With the side hall doors wide open and mist swirling around the Qi Sea, the setting sun approached and the Candle Dragon's Nest looked more than ever like an ethereal island above the sea.

Across the table, when everyone heard the news from the foot of the mountain, they were all open-mouthed in shock. Qing Yan repeatedly hesitated to speak but ultimately stood up and deeply bowed to Yuchi Jie, who was sitting nearby, sincerely sighing:

"Young Master, you are truly brilliant."

Only now did he realize the cunning behind the plan from two days ago.

Yuchi Jie accepted the bow but did not respond; he lightly tapped his chopsticks against the porcelain bowl, creating a clear and distant sound, a rare show of tranquility on his face, and said:

"Taoist, you are thanking the wrong person."

"This move was not made by me."

Qing Yan was slightly taken aback.

Next to him, Lin Qiaofu's eyes shone as she suddenly whispered, "Brother Wang has not arrived yet..."

Several people were taken aback, and their gazes fell upon an empty seat at the table, their expressions subtly changing.

Could it be...

The evening bell rang, vibrating through the mist.

Two cleaning Taoists propped their brooms against a wall at Jade Ruin Temple, overlooking the three hundred li of mountains and valleys. They had been appreciating this mountain view for a long time but never tired of it, and as they were admiring it, they saw a man dressed in green and carrying a sword approaching rapidly from the base of the mountain.

The mist was thick, but the man moved quickly, soon drawing near. Upon a closer look, they recognized his identity. One of the Taoists breathed a sigh of relief and stepped forward to greet him with a salute:

"Young Master Wang, you are..."

Wang Anfeng nodded and said:

"I went down the mountain to see an old friend and give a gift; I've returned a bit late."

The curious Taoist nonetheless smiled and said:

"Not late at all, you've returned just in time.

"They are just about to have dinner inside; if you hurry, you can still dine with the Observatory Master."

Wang Anfeng nodded, smiling, "Thanks for the reminder."

"You're welcome, Young Master."

Wang Anfeng strode forward, his robe fluttering, and for some reason, the two Taoists shivered.

The younger Taoist on the left looked up at the sky, pretending to be wise beyond his years, and sighed:

"It's cold today."

The other Taoist looked at the sun hanging in the sky, speechless with confusion. The temperature was not low today, and the warmth of the sun took away the chill of early spring.

So where did this chill come from?

Proceeding directly into a side hall of the temple, the observatory master was seated at the head of the table, surrounded by a full array of dishes. Yuchi Jie sat with closed eyes, solemn and dignified, and his demeanor seemed to dampen the spirits of everyone else at the morning tea.

Lv Baiping, along with Lin Qiaofu, moved to a small table aside.

Only Gong Yu remained unaffected, eating calmly and slowly.

Footsteps approached.

Wang Anfeng entered the room with composure, taking his usual seat, his demeanor relaxed and gentle, yet there was a sharp chill about him as his sleeve moved.

He gently placed the Broad Sword in his right hand on the table, making a soft noise.

Yuchi Jie opened his eyes and looked at Wang Anfeng, their gazes met—one with a light brows, the other with a tranquil attitude, both slightly different from usual.