Why do I have so many masters?

The strongest existence holds the greatest value, not in aggression, but in deterrence.

If one could deter the world, then naturally, one would belong to a first-class Sect.

Gongsun Jing sat at the desk for a moment, unable to come up with an idea. Shaking his head, he carefully put away the scroll. With the Young Master absent, he planned to find some time to visit that mysterious realm and meet with the cloaked leader in green or the masked Hall Master.

To inquire how to deal with the relationship with Heavenly Sword Sect and avoid mishandling the matter privately, which could lead to big mistakes.

He personally didn't mind being punished, but if it caused trouble for the Young Master, then he would be prepared to die a thousand deaths.

After putting away the scroll, Gongsun Jing, with his weapon on his back, pushed open the door and stepped out.

Snow had fallen earlier, making the weather cold and covering everything in a silver-white blanket.

Gongsun Jing took a breath of the cold winter air, stretched his limbs, and slowly walked down the path. This place had originally been the foundation of the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs, and later, the old man Li used the rules of Divine Martial Mansion to lay out military formations and traps, making it as solid as copper walls and iron ramparts. The Ironclad Guards, grouped in tens, patrolled within.

Adorned in iron attire, carrying a greatbow, the right hand holding a spear, and the left supporting a blade.

Aside from their attire, they were almost the exact replicas of the former Iron Guards of Divine Martial Mansion, their demeanor cold and hard like bluestone. When they encountered Gongsun Jing, they saluted with uniform respect, and Gongsun Jing, solemn-faced, returned the military salute.

As he watched the Ironclad Guards leave, Gongsun Jing turned around and continued to walk forward. In the training field, there were sounds of galloping horses, clashes of combat, incessant to the ears. He could hear the roar of Old Man Li, along with overwhelming responses that seemed like a torrent but were instantly drowned out by the more intense sounds of arrows piercing the air and horse hoofs thundering.

A fierce killing intent filled the air.

By the foot of the back mountain there was a large medicinal garden, which contained three hundred forty-seven varieties of common medicinal herbs, thirty-one precious medicinal materials, and three strains of miracle medicine. This place had always been forbidden ground for the Twenty-Seven Allied Gangs, but now, a few thatched huts had been built beside the medicinal garden.

A taciturn young man clad in black sat cross-legged amidst the garden.

With intense flames churning in the furnace before him, he appeared unaffected, his eyes only slightly closed, his palms pressed against the Bronze Medicine Furnace. He looked serene, as if merged with the surrounding Heaven and Earth—an enigma.

Air currents stirred around him, and though he clearly sat on snow and green stone, surrounding him were all sorts of spiritual medicines growing close by, creating a scene brimming with vitality that amazed onlookers.

Chuan Lian gave a clear shout and flicked his wrist.

The Bronze Medicine Furnace chimed lightly, abruptly opening, and a dense medicinal fragrance appeared and spread several zhang away. The girl at his side had already opened ten White Porcelain Bottles, using her Inner Strength to draw the elixirs shot from the furnace and collect them inside.

Her fair hands created a series of phantoms as she swiftly plugged the bottles without letting any of the elixir's potency escape.

"Senior Brother, this time, the elixir's potency seems even better..."

Meng Yuexue secured the Elixir, smiling as she looked at Chuan Lian, who was wearing attire resembling that of the Giant Whale Gang. He breathed a sigh of relief, smiling too.

"That would be best indeed..."

Gongsun Jing quietly watched the two people from a distance as they finished storing the Elixir and engaged in a low conversation about medical techniques, not entering to disturb them, but instead slowing his pace to head out of the Sect. His strides were large, his heart filled with upliftment.

The Giant Whale Gang had tens of thousands of members.

The sixty years of foundation laid by the seventy-two allied gangs.

The two generations of tiger heads from Tan Residence spared no effort in managing a network akin to Heavenly Nets and Earthly Traps.

The Iron Guards, the legitimate heirs of Divine Martial Mansion.

The next generation successor from Pharmacist Valley leading all the pharmacists.

Use the small to win the big, the wealth amassed by Qian Mansion handling business...

And with the Young Master.

For some reason, he felt that now the Giant Whale Gang had begun to resemble the embryonic form of the old Divine Martial Mansion.

Ready to attack, prepared to defend.

But this was not simply the reassembly of the old Divine Martial Mansion, but rather a new foundation because of the Young Master. Whether it be Chuan Lian, Tan Residence, or himself—the old soldier who had lost his Combat Will...

Like father, like son.

A candid smile spread across Gongsun Jing's face.

Halting his steps, the man raised his hand to push open the wooden gate ahead. Standing with his hands behind his back in the courtyard, was an elder with white hair, right hand holding a spear, the very embodiment of a Grandmaster aura. Fei Poyue raised his eyes to look at him, raising the long spear and said indifferently:

"Come then..."

Gongsun Jing took the weapon off his back, his eyes sparkling, and said:

"Senior..."

"Gongsun Jing of the Giant Whale Gang seeks your guidance!"

PS: Two chapters in one today...

Thank you to 'Emerald Green Pepper' for the generous gift, to 'lala pouring moonlight' for the generous gift, and to 'Black Fatty student' for the generous gift. Thank you all for your support...

Well, I can't thank everyone for their one-time generosity, it may take two days to express my gratitude, please bear with me (clasps hands)