Replenish the experience and knowledge lacking over the past ten-plus years, and if the young girl has good aptitude, perhaps teach her some Martial Arts. As for the Mystical Arts tome obtained from Dongfang Ningxin, after much consideration, he still did not hand it over to Dongfang Ximing. The concerns of the Dongfang Clan, the fate of a three-hundred-year-old Noble Clan, are too heavy for a girl of just over ten years. At this age, a girl should be free to laugh, freely watch the flowers bloom and snow fall, to like whatever she desires, be it flowers, paintings, scrolls, silk - anything is fine. Even if she sorrowfully longed for spring or fall and cried golden tears on her pillow after waking, it is still alright. A Noble Clan? The world? Such tender and weak shoulders should not bear such heavy burdens. No matter how turbulent the Jianghu is, he can protect her. At this moment, Wang Anfeng's steps paused slightly, and his expression became somewhat complex. Not everyone is in such a situation. In a faraway place called Fufeng County, there's similarly a girl of a tender age, yet no one can shield her from the wind and rain, no one protects her, no one believes her, so she can only hide herself away. When this person hugs her knees, hiding in the dark oppressive room, does she ever hope someone would shield her from the storms? Even if it's just an ephemeral, fleeting thought? Wang Anfeng lifted his gaze to the distant sky, exhaled a breath, stretched out his right hand, caught a falling red maple leaf, and with a complicated smile, softly said: "Miss Tan, the flowers bloomed beautifully this autumn..." "Do you still Jianghu?" Wearing slightly worn-out clothes that seemed somewhat stained, Jiu Zizai rode nonstop all the way. Upon entering the city, he randomly chose a roadside tavern and asked the owner to first bring a pot of wine, then five pounds of braised meat, and some hot dishes. Primarily, it was the wine. Galloping along the way, even with a large wine gourd at his waist, it couldn't sustain his heavy drinking for long—it was already down to the bottom, especially since the day he shared a pot of the thirty-year First Rank wine with the two of Li Qidao. Having drunk such heavenly nectar, anything else just felt off these days, as bland as water. Yet he couldn't do without wine even for a moment, and so had no choice but to drink more in large gulps, wild and unrestrained! In a tavern, naturally, there'd be no lack of wine, and in no time, the tavern keeper brought out a pot. After all, it's Jiangnan Road. Even the most ordinary roadside tavern has some charm to their wine vessels. But Jiu Zizai did not fancy it; upon returning from the Western Regions, he grew fond of the coarse, hand-chaffing large earthen wine pots, one larger than a person's head. With five or six pounds placed on the table with a thud, the fiery liquid would roll down his throat like a blazing plume, extremely gratifying. However, as the craving for alcohol struck, he cared little about the type of wine. Instantly he opened the wine pot's clay seal, grabbed the mouth with his right hand to drink with abandon. Just then, he heard some Jianghu folks at a nearby table sighing and saying: "Is your Sect the same?" "Could it be false? How many Jianghu sects on the entire Jiangnan Road can escape? Even the Jiangnan Hero is dead! And he was a Grandmaster. How about us, then? If it weren't for my low Martial Arts, not chosen to accompany the elders, my few lives wouldn't be enough..." "Sigh, indeed, who would have thought, I survived merely because of this..." "Is it really one great calamity that has befallen our Jiangnan Jianghu? Once our Jiangnan Road was known for its literary elegance, yet now looked down upon by the Northern Lands." One individual snorted coldly, slapped his sword heavily on the table, and said: "A Jianghu person naturally distinguishes themselves through Martial Arts. If any dares utter disrespect, let them taste the prowess of this sword in my hand!" "Who in Jiangnan Road doesn't know Brother Wu's Cape Sword prowess?!" Praise followed, even if for just a moment. Jiu Zizai, while guzzling his wine, perked up his ears to listen. Initially, he didn't pay much attention, thinking it was just some friction and disputes between Jianghu factions. But upon hearing that even the Jiangnan Hero had died, he began to take it seriously. He had dealt with the fellow hailed as Jiangnan Hero before, albeit not exactly chivalrous, yet his Martial Arts were commendable. Even with efforts, capturing him would take some doing and, more importantly, he was cautious, never reckless. This update is available on NoveIＦire.net He never imagined such a Grandmaster would die just so? He wondered who might be responsible. Defeating a Grandmaster isn't difficult, but killing them outright isn't simple. In the few years absent from the Central Plains, when did such a fearsome opponent emerge? The group sighed: "Without this calamity, would we have been this distressed?" "No choice, who could have expected it? It's said the person was a zhang tall, face black as pitch, born for External Cultivation, with a body full of muscles, like a brawny mountain." "Had we known beforehand of such an opponent, lives might not have been wasted." Jiu Zizai, upon hearing, couldn't help but sneer silently, finding it absurd. These people exaggerated rumors to such an extent. Unconcerned, he took a big swig, and at the peak of his satisfaction, heard a Jianghu fellow slam the table, gritting his teeth: "Damn that Master of Divine Martial!" "If given the chance, I'm sure Wang Anfeng will taste our swordsmanship!" The adjacent people turned pale, promptly cautioning that man to watch his words. Just then, a commotion was heard, and instinctively turning their heads, they saw, in the corner of the tavern, an old man spraying all his wine out with a sputter. He continued to cough violently, pounding his chest, his face flushed, eyes wide as if he'd seen a ghost. "Cough cough, what? Who?" "Wang... Wang Anfeng?!" PS: Today's update is presented... Due to revising the upcoming storyline of entering the Western Regions to trouble the Star Palace folks, today's chapter is slightly shorter, my apologies...