Why do I have so many masters?
Chapter 804 - 71 Dongfang Clan's Most Outstanding Disciple (Two-in-One)_3

"But the one who came here, the strong one, is killing!"

"If it weren't in the bustling market, considering the common folk, I'm afraid I wouldn't have been able to return."

Yang Hu shuddered, showing a surprised expression, then abruptly bowed down, not daring to speak, let alone look at the middle-aged man's face.

The sentence did not continue, but the meaning was obvious.

If it was a friendly match between the two, the young master would be stronger, but when it comes to fighting, in Chi Pengfei's mind, the one who pushed him to the brink of death outside would be the last one standing.

The middle-aged man closed his eyes, his face not showing any anger. He looked at Xi Ming and suddenly said, "The most outstanding disciple of the Dongfang Clan should have a jade pendant from the Dongfang Clan, but why is it not visible now?"

Chi Pengfei initially bowed his head waiting for the other's anger, but suddenly raised his head upon hearing this, looking at Xi Ming. Surely, he did not see the jade pendant that was previously hanging on the young girl's waist, and his expression changed immediately. Noticing the middle-aged man's gaze, he quickly bowed and said:

"Please forgive me. When I first found her, the jade pendant was indeed hanging at her waist, flicked with a finger, revealing the characters 'Dongfang,' just like the records. I think it must have fallen off somewhere during the hurried journey."

His mind was rapidly spinning. The second time he rushed out from the house, he specially checked and saw the jade pendant intact hanging on Xi Ming's waist. Now it was gone; it could only have fallen during the chase. He could not help but feel more regret.

Considering his meticulous nature, he shouldn't have made such a mistake. But that person pushed him hard just now; the pressure was too great, making him somewhat anxious, losing his original calmness and attention to detail, thus making this mistake.

The middle-aged man pondered briefly, then gestured and said:

"No matter, the one with such expertise in exotic arts should be this generation's Dongfang Ningxin. Even if not, having such expertise is already enough."

Xi Ming listened in fear, but she knew very well that she must not show fear now. She initially wanted to explain that she wasn't Dongfang Ningxin, that they had kidnapped the wrong person, but now she absolutely could not act in such a way.

With these people's ruthless methods, if they found out she wasn't Dongfang Ningxin and only knew the most basic secret technique, she would probably be killed on the spot.

The reason she was kidnapped and fell into this situation was now her shield for survival. The unpredictable nature of fate reached its extreme.

Xi Ming glanced at the three men in front of her, bit her lip secretly, then spoke with a coldness imitating the young lady, saying:

"Dongfang Ningxin?"

"Sooner or later, this name will be completely sealed."

The middle-aged man glanced sideways at her, most of the doubt in his eyes dissipating, stroked his hand with a smile, and said:

"Indeed, it's Miss Dongfang."

Xi Ming did not answer, just slightly raised her chin, her expression cold and calm, which made the middle-aged man increasingly believe she was the most outstanding disciple of this generation of the Dongfang Clan.

Otherwise, taking any random Dongfang Clan disciple with such character would be too absurd; this must be cultivated by familial tradition, raising such composure. He then raised his hand to stop Yang Hu, smiling:

"Since Miss doesn't like the name Dongfang Ningxin, may I ask Miss Dongfang's real name? So I can address you properly. I also know the Dongfang Clan's rules, but my heart has long admired the mystical arts of Dongfang's lineage. Please forgive any rudeness."

Xi Ming's heart suddenly pounded heavily.

She didn't know how much the man in front of her knew about the Dongfang Clan, nor how much he knew about various secret matters. If he knew the young lady's real name and she said it wrong, all previous efforts would come to nothing. But at this moment, she could not afford any hesitation.

Her gaze fell on Yang Hu, who was lying on the ground, and her thoughts churned. Calmly, she said:

"This man just wanted to insult me."

Yang Hu's face turned pale.

He didn't anticipate that slender young girl to have such character.

The middle-aged man squinted at Xi Ming, then nodded, speaking lightly:

"Yang Hu."

The stout man clasped hands in salute, responded with a deep voice, then suddenly took out a barrier blade from his bosom, and thrust it hard into his chest, directly piercing through the chest and coming out of his back, then abruptly withdrawing the knife, blood splattered everywhere.

If it were an ordinary Martial Artist, they would have died by now. This stout man's martial arts weren't low; he avoided the organs with his move, thus preserving his life, although his vitality was severely depleted.

Then, he respectfully placed the blood-stained blade in front of him, bowed down, and said:

"I underestimated Miss."

The middle-aged man looked at Xi Ming, smiling:

"Is Miss Dongfang satisfied?"

Xi Ming's heart raced; a Martial Artist with profound and unpredictable martial skills was so obediently inflicting self-harm to seek forgiveness. This detail revealed a glimpse of immense power within, making her increasingly unsettled.

Clearly two different matters, but it reminded her of being teased as a child by the young ladies, with a rope suspended between two tall buildings. The strong wind made the rope sway non-stop; one careless step could result in severe injury.

Back then, there was no retreat, only forward.

Now, too there was no retreat.

Therefore, she could only move forward.

But she thought in her mind, even if exposed, at least she could weaken the opponent's strength, helping a little; her expression remained calm, like in her youth when the wind blew the rope, and as her steps landed, initially flustered, but the further she went, the steadier she walked.

The middle-aged man smiled, immediately pressuring her, smiling:

"Well, I wonder if I have the honor to hear the Dongfang name for the next three hundred years?"

Xi Ming lifted her gaze.

In her pair of ink-black pupils, almost identical to Wang Anfeng's, shone bright lights, then she looked at the middle-aged man, gently spoke:

"Xi Ming."

"Dongfang, Xi Ming."

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