Why do I have so many masters?
Chapter 805 - 72: Exposure, Intuition! (8000-Word Chapter)

The distance between Anzai District and Jinquan District from Wang Anfeng's current location is only a matter of tens of miles, but with the twists and turns along the way, the route stretches long. Coupled with the crowd, shoulder to shoulder, it makes the journey even more difficult.

Li Hu deliberately slowed his pace, wanting to delay the time further.

Though he was nothing more than the most inconspicuous mouse in Xianping County Jianghu, he had a pair of good eyes. At least he knew his own worth, and more importantly, he understood that with his small stature, mingling in such matters would lead to a dire outcome.

To leave a whole corpse would be a favorable outcome.

Instantly, he made up his mind to delay as much as he could, even if he had to account for his own head today. He would rather drag a bit more time and take another look at the lively and prosperous city.

But things in the world mostly don't go as planned.

After only walking tens of meters, Wang Anfeng suddenly flicked his sleeve, releasing several strands of unseen Qi Force, hitting the back of those rowdy youths' heads, knocking them unconscious, throwing them onto the road's gutter where others might think they've drank too much today, like half-dead drunkards.

Then, before Li Hu could shout, Wang Anfeng grabbed his collar with one hand and sped through the alleyways, leaping over rooftops with extreme swiftness.

Even if the Martial Soldiers spotted his traces, Wang Anfeng had already changed faces, thus need not fear implicating Liu Ling, who was still in Xingde District. With a display of his Star-Chasing Moon-Catching Qinggong, truly like a roc spreading its wings.

Even if using buildings to hide his figure, without moving at the fastest speed, those Martial Soldiers and Government Officials would only catch a glimpse of a shadow under the moon, and by the time they attempted a closer look, it had already vanished.

A drunkard sprawled against a wall, retched for quite a while, looking up to see a fleeting shadow, scared out of his wits, yelling and running away, causing a disturbance on the road, and diverting the attention of some Martial Soldiers, providing Wang Anfeng with convenience in his advance.

He certainly was unaware of how many people the other side deployed, thus kept his body concealed while sprinting, since the Divine Thieves Sect's Martial Arts contained thievery skills, there naturally were exquisite methods in this City maneuvering, and within moments, Wang Anfeng had reached the edge of Anzai District as per Li Hu's description.

Both sides no longer seemed guarded by Martial Soldiers as they were before, relatively deserted compared to Xingde District, with few people present.

This District Market was near the edge of Liangzhou City; to the north lies Jinquan District. These two District Markets occupy much larger land than others, but the permanent residents were only one-fifth, mostly occupied by city workshops featuring large courtyards.

On usual days from dawn each morning, there would be noise until the lamp-lighting hour in the evening, becoming slightly peaceful. Hence, not only are there fewer residents, but even Liangzhou City folk would rather leave the city to leisurely stroll than visit these two District Markets.

At this moment, while other places were bustling, this area was eerily quiet, without any activities or performers visible, only a distant high-rise with hundreds of red lanterns hung on each floor.

Layer upon layer, quite magnificent, adding somewhat of a festive atmosphere to this large District Market.

Perhaps because today is, after all, the Mid-Autumn Festival, not only were the people's residences but even those courtyard workshops out front adorned with strands of red lanterns.

The lantern light spilled on the bluestone bricks, dimly radiant, a series of dog barks from somewhere in the District Market erupted, gradually rising then falling remote. Amidst the barking, the wind blew through the space, causing the lanterns to sway and collide with the walls, producing incessant sounds that made one feel uneasy, urging them to hasten their steps, unwilling to linger even for a moment.

Wang Anfeng steadily stood on the street, releasing his grip and placing the now pale-faced Li Hu on the ground, the latter being a stout man whose legs gave way, sitting directly on the ground, face ashen.

With one hand supporting the ground, fingers digging firmly into the brick gaps, another hand covering his chest, he emitted a series of noises from his throat, seemingly suppressing an impulse to retch.

Wang Anfeng let him regain his composure for a moment and then spoke:

"We are now at Anding District."

Li Hu raised his head in confusion, glanced around for a brief moment, before realizing where he was yet again far from where he had been. Only then did the events he just experienced uncontrollably flood his mind, causing his face to turn white again.

He, who usually engaged in mere bravado, had seldom experienced true Jianghu killings, never witnessing such advanced evasion techniques before. With the spinning dizziness returning, he could not hold back and immediately started retching.

An indescribable stench wafted over the street.

Along the left intersection, two or three youths carrying lanterns passed by, seemingly heading to the city center to view the grand lantern fair. Seeing Wang Anfeng and Li Hu, they muttered a few words under their breath, pinched their noses, and quickened their pace past them.