Why do I have so many masters?
Chapter 884 - 98: Cycle of Life and Death (6,000, 2-in-1)

The young man, worried about Baleru's injury beside him, narrowed his eyes. He instantly recognized the smiling woman across from him not due to his extraordinary memory, but because she was too conspicuous.

"Bi Tong'er," those unforgettable eyes.

His tribe had fallen into decline, and such an outstanding young woman was rare among the tribal girls, causing his face to flush slightly and making him hesitant to meet her eyes.

Baleru appeared rough, but his mind was meticulous. He stepped forward, positioning himself before Tiezha He, facing the silent giant opposite him, grinning broadly as he spoke:

"I didn't expect to see the two of you here in Great Qin."

"You're still so thin, haha."

"Besides, Bi Tong'er, you used that word wrongly; 'enemy' is meant for a wife when addressing her husband. Using it for our Young Master is completely inappropriate."

With a smile, Bi Tong'er unfurled her folding fan. Her left fingers lightly grazed her pale lips from her cheek, her eyes sparkling. She laughed softly, saying:

"Could it be that the young clan leader dislikes this young woman?"

Tiezha He was young and honest, his nature impulsive and fiery. He had never seen such a stunning beauty act this way, and at this moment felt his heart pounding with boiling blood. He lowered his head, staring at his toes, unable to calm himself.

His mind was overwhelmed with chaotic thoughts, his imagination running wild. But suddenly he caught sight of the tall figure ahead, his body stiffened. He recalled Baleru's earlier words, a grand vista unfolded before him—an expansive grassland, an eagle spreading its wings.

The young man's face showed a hint of ferocity as he opened his mouth. He lifted a hand and pinched his thigh fiercely, applying full strength, the pain jolting his mind. His teeth instinctively clenched, biting his lip until the taste of blood filled his mouth, subduing his thoughts and returning to clarity.

Tiezha He raised his head, directly facing Bi Tong'er.

Sensing the young man's reaction behind him, Baleru felt comforted and couldn't help but laugh heartily, loudly saying:

"Who dares to aim high! Bi Tong'er's beauty and charm are renowned, a pearl under the heaven. However, her temperament is terrible; she's not a woman to marry."

"Everyone says that if Bi Tong'er were a man, she'd certainly be the second great hero of Baiyue Country, like the King. Sadly, she's a daughter and destined to warm beds and bear children for others, hahaha..."

These words reflected the common consensus among nations. Since there was friction between the two tribes and he didn't want to show weakness, he had the idea to 'tease' the Young Master back and purposely spoke roughly.

Bi Tong'er listened with composure to the remarks about her temperament, merely smiling. Yet upon hearing the last sentence, a fiery glint finally flickered within her eyes like natural jade.

With a snap, she folded her fan and pursed her lips, crisply saying:

"Give tribute to the Changkong Tribe."

"For descendants of mere peasants, such foul-mouthed words."

The usually silent giant beside her continued to remain silent, stepping forward. Baleru's smile faded as he said:

"A hero doesn't care about origin; that was what that Great Qin general said."

Having spoken, he also moved forward.

This place was within Great Qin territory. Although the two possessed formidable martial arts skills and guarded the Young Master across thousands of miles, unmatched within the city, they restrained themselves from going all out, only exchanging blows without causing any major disturbance. Yet, the ground beneath them trembled.

Onlookers noted the faint distortion surrounding them.

Evidently, if fully unleashed, it would be an extraordinary spectacle.

Meanwhile.

The one causing the commotion earlier was a steward from Liangzhou's affluent family, a distant relative of the family head, notorious for his arrogant behavior. Today, he was merely late, ending up at the end of the line, naturally feeling dissatisfied.

At first, he managed to hold back his raging anger while pacing to and fro. But seeing those laborers and manual workers ahead of him infuriated him further, feeling slighted. When another baggage laborer passed by, he finally snapped.

His triangular face twitched, and he fiercely swept his sleeve.

His guards, understanding his intent, grinned wickedly and rushed forward.

Both guards were tall and burly, having roamed Jianghu in their past. Now with Eighth Rank cultivation, their skills were superior, unmatched by ordinary people. If not for fear of causing trouble, they would have already knocked down the commoners ahead with their true abilities. Nonetheless, they caused quite a commotion.

Among the crowd was a martial artist, the instructor from a nearby martial arts school, skilled in fists and staff techniques. He had once single-handedly defeated a dozen sturdy men. Here, with some reputation, he growled in anger.

He then directly launched an attack with his fists and legs. The two guards, trying to show off before the master, were swiftly thwarted, grabbed limb-to-limb, and slammed heavily onto the ground. One stout man couldn't get up for a while.

This struck fear in the crowd, who were angered yet intimidated, instinctively retreating, clearing a path for the triangular-faced steward, who exhibited two parts scholarly pride, twirling his goatee as his tall guards escorted him inside.

Until Hu Bu strode out upon hearing the commotion.

He had been assigned by Wuxin, previously visiting Wang Anfeng to retrieve three corpses for the Ministry of Punishment; his martial arts were naturally skilled, and his experience richer.