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Why do I have so many masters?

Jianghu was in turmoil, an era of great strife. The leader of Great Qin wielded the Mo Blade, leaving the world battered and bruised. The ageless figures of Jianghu crouched upon the mountains, and with a single turn, they cast the entire world below them. Strong men measured the earth with their feet, and heroes of Jianghu could cleave the heavens with one sword, yet in the blink of an eye, they were drunk in the embrace of beauties. The Taoist carried his sword, the Scholar drunk on wine. Wearing tattered clothes, a beggar grasped a rotten branch and dared to storm the ancestral hall of the Taoist Sect. On the willow-lined causeway, in the long pavilion, a man who had sat withered for thirty years turned and stepped out, holding a peach blossom, with a flick of his wrist, he shattered ten miles of red candles. The era of Great Qin was renamed the Great Yuan Era. The youth with the Wooden Sword left his mountain village behind. (Solo female lead)

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Chapter 132 Getting Rich (1/2)

Under Wu Changqing's care, Wang Anfeng's injuries, from which the poison and vigorous qi were cleansed, were no longer serious. He then employed the Silver Needle technique, stimulated his blood circulation, and disguised himself as uninjured. Estimating that his tracks would go unnoticed, he shouldered his wooden sword and returned to the mortal world.

Seeing no one around, he finally breathed a sigh of relief. To better conceal himself, he chose not to take the main roads and instead made a lengthy detour, approaching Fufeng City from a different direction.

When he left the city, it was morning. After the relentless pursuit, combat, and healing at the Shaolin Temple, it had become late afternoon. In early autumn, the sky already bore the colors of the setting sun's molten gold.