Why do I have so many masters?

Every step of the action is like that gentleman making a move, even the first time, he has already predicted the reactions of the higher-ups in the organization by nearly seventy percent. There may be differences, but the final result is no different.

He guides her actions with bold style that aligns with the logic of a person desperate for revenge, surprisingly without arousing suspicion, and at just the right moment, allows her to showcase her talent, being seen by the superiors as a sharp blade that can be held in hand.

When that gentleman reclines on a chair, resting his chin on one hand, tapping a book with the other, and lazily speaks words that turn into reality one after another, she seems to see a giant hand looming over the entire organization. Despite being on the same side, she couldn't help but shiver and feel fearful in her heart.

She has never seen someone who can grasp the human mind to such an extent.

Completely rendering any desire for resistance nonexistent.

She exhales a breath of turbid air, puts away the Fish Intestine Sword, the latter humming softly, so she follows the gentleman's advice, flicking her fingers lightly three times, and indeed, the spirit within the superior famous sword, the Fish Intestine Sword, trembles briefly, then calms down.

This makes her unable to help but think that under the gentleman's command, there might be a great master of crafting weapons, making the normally disobedient Fish Intestine Sword so obedient.

Shi Huaidie collects her thoughts, turns around and leaves the secret room, informs the maid who acts as the superior's ears, saying she has a feeling and needs to meditate to break through, and should not be disturbed within two hours, only then does she turn back and re-enter the secret room, operates the mechanisms on the wall, and a two-tier mechanism sect entrance descends.

Only then does she slightly relax, pinches a stick of sandalwood incense used for meditation, and inserts it into the wall with her fingers. She becomes increasingly cautious, afraid that any mistake might bring disaster, acting as if she's genuinely breaking through, unwilling to leave any issue.

Then she sits cross-legged on the bed, her breathing steady.

The jade pendant at her waist lights up.

In an instant, only a qi mechanism remains at the original spot.

When Shi Huaidie's eyes return to normal vision, the familiar scene reappears in front of her, the view vast, with one person reclining lazily on it.

Shi Huaidie takes a deep breath, her expression calm, steps forward two steps, clasps her hands in salute, and says:

"Subordinate greets the gentleman."

The scholar in blue nods, does not speak, his gaze falling down, and only when Shi Huaidie becomes increasingly uneasy does he speak faintly:

"You said before, your master left a month ago by order, is this true?"

Shi Huaidie breathes a sigh of relief, saying:

"Indeed as the gentleman said, he was ordered to go to Xianping County, what he does is very secret, I dare not inquire much, knowing only little, just knowing his companion is named Xu Sixing, whose martial arts are profound and unfathomable, almost comparable to a grandmaster, also highly valued."

"It is said that the higher-ups have long wanted to promote these two, just lacking an excuse, this time a steward was lost, so they sent these two to accumulate merits and choose one to include among them."

After saying this, numerous burdens arise in her heart, having finally escaped from under that man's control, given her hope to become stronger and seek revenge, yet the superior's arrangement suddenly casts another shadow over her.

If he becomes a steward, summoned back, he will certainly receive more attention.

She is young and still cannot compare.

At this moment, she hears a sound of gentle tapping, resonating in the air, directly echoing in her heart, removing distractions.

Shi Huaidie instinctively raises her gaze to look, seeing that gentleman, looking languid, with deep eyes, seemingly encompassing heaven and earth, casually speaking:

"Do you want that position?"

Shi Huaidie is stunned, then immediately understands the meaning of this sentence, her heart uncontrollably shaken, until this moment she notices she's been staring at the scholar in blue, quickly bowing her head, clasping her hands in salute, saying:

"Subordinate, subordinate dare not ask for much."

Then she hears the gentleman tapping the armrest, seemingly indifferent to her answer, only speaking with a tone of indifference:

"Xu Sixing is abolished."

"Is this information enough?"

Shi Huaidie's heart is greatly shocked.

..........

Though he had experienced quite a bit of trouble, Wang Anfeng still brought the old man back before Liu Ling exploded completely, and prepared a good wine as an apology, which slightly dissipated the old man's grievances, though he couldn't help but mumble with every sip of wine.

He resides in the tallest building of Xingde Square.

Today is sunny, with wind coming from the east.

So when the old man stood there on an empty stomach, the aroma of the snacks from the stalls on a whole street floated before his nose, never in history has there been such 'torture.'

As part of the compromise, Wang Anfeng's own bowl of porridge naturally went into the old man's stomach, and when he finally felt relieved, he suddenly heard Mr. Ying's voice.

Slightly stunned, he then entered the room, lightly struck Xu Sixing, sending him into the deepest coma, then locked the doors and windows, and through the Buddha Beads on his wrist, returned to the Shaolin Temple.

Meanwhile, in front of Shi Huaidie, appeared an illusion.

Under the stars and moon, a figure floats forward with qinggong at the top level, its posture elegant and composed, Shi Huaidie recognizes this person, highly valued within the organization as Xu Sixing, just by displaying qinggong, he makes her feel inferior.

Shi Huaidie, confused in her heart, doesn't understand why the gentleman wants her to see this.

The scholar in blue says calmly: "Watch carefully."

Shi Huaidie nods, her gaze becoming more attentive, suddenly hearing thunder roar, her pupils shrunk, body abruptly frozen, watching a series of lightning strikes, each with the force of heaven and earth, madly crashing down.

The qinggong she felt inferior about, in the face of such heaven's power, becomes laughable.

A full thirty breaths passed before the thunder slowly dissipated.

A masked figure appears before her, his every move exudes spirit.

Seemingly still wrapped in the power of thunder.

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