Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 818 - 633 Arrogance + - 634 Night Raid

Chapter 633: Arrogance + Chapter 634: Night Raid

Before Zhou Ping’an made his move.

He had already thought it through.

This time, he must seize the initiative; otherwise, it would be impossible to complete the mission of escorting the Zhao Family’s younger generation to the Capital City.

The Traveling Envoy had provided some detailed task descriptions, only mentioning the need to escort Zhao Family descendants to the Capital City to inherit the Heavenly Martial King Zhao Yuantong’s lifelong teachings. Furthermore, it was stated that the most outstanding one among them would be chosen for a ceremonial Transmitting of skills, inheriting the throne.

The reason for this, naturally, was because the Heavenly Martial King Zhao Yuantong’s life was nearing its end.

As he spent his life cultivating martial arts, taking few concubines, his progeny was scarce. The only two sons he had had both fallen on the battlefield. Thus, he intended to pass down his legacy to a second-line nephew to continue the incense.

A prince’s title, the inherited Secret Dragon Blood Skill, and the Spiritual Weapon—the Golden Thunder Axe—what an extraordinary opportunity bestowed by heaven.

Yet such inheritance, to be passed to one of the Southern Lake Zhao Family second-line juniors, seemed almost farcical.

It didn’t take much imagination to know that this escort mission would be fraught with dangers.

Speaking of the Heavenly Martial King’s lifetime martial arts and Spiritual Weapon alone, not to mention the prince’s inheritance, could it really be so easily acquired?

Does he have political enemies?

Would they attempt sabotage?

Possibly assassination en route? Perhaps infiltration by covert operatives...

Might the Da Xuan Royal Family grow suspicious and reclaim the Heavenly Martial King’s authority and inheritance?

Most critically, could the Heavenly Martial King himself employ the strategy of "building a bridge in the open while secretly crossing the river"?

What if the Southern Lake Zhao Family’s selection process was merely a façade...

Even if Zhou Ping’an successfully escorted the Zhao Family descendants to the Capital City, would he even get the promised reward?

His skepticism stemmed from what Zhou Ping’an had uncovered—a glaring inconsistency.

Consider the fact: you are such a prominent prince, bearing the title of "Heavenly Martial," demonstrating top-tier martial prowess in this world.

With power and strength, surely you wouldn’t be a fool lacking any contingency plans.

When it comes to the Prince Mansion’s inheritance, no amount of caution could be deemed excessive.

Yet when Zhou Ping’an hid nearby to listen closely to the commoners’ discussions, he discovered something startling—Heavenly Martial King Mansion in the Capital City had neither dispatched troops nor sent any experts to protect the juniors heading to Shangjing.

Instead, it was the Southern Lake Zhao Family that expended manpower and resources, offering a heavy reward to recruit top martial artists from Jianghu.

It was like a child’s game.

Faced with such an exceedingly strange circumstance.

Zhou Ping’an felt that his chances of successfully completing the mission were nearly zero.

But since he was already here.

Even with only a glimmer of hope to fulfill the mission and secure three thousand gold coins and at least one Heavenly Star Stone, it was worth exerting maximum effort to try.

’That’s why the Traveling Envoy—or perhaps the Shadow Pavilion—didn’t worry about the mission being rejected or fret over their recruited experts not giving their all. The temptation was laid bare, and controlling greed isn’t as simple as resisting it.’

’Luckily, I am somewhat different from the other Shadow Envoys who accepted this mission. Even in this world that suppresses spirit, my Broken Mirror’s ability to sense danger still functions...’

It was this sense of danger-protection that gave Zhou Ping’an the confidence to attempt the mission despite the numerous risks and unreliable nature of the task.

Of course, to accomplish the mission, this time he absolutely could not allow control of the narrative to fall into anyone else’s hands; he must keep it firmly in his own grasp.

After surveying the famed masters of the Four Seasons Saber and Yin Yang Sword, he concluded that he was indeed capable.

Thus, upon his entrance, he immediately seized the upper hand, presenting himself as a domineering, brash, and unyielding young master.

Playing to his advantage of forcing a confrontation.

In this way, even if there were some hidden dissatisfaction or private discontent, they wouldn’t dare challenge him directly. After all, confronting such an arrogant and heavy-handed young man recklessly could prove extremely costly.

There was another benefit as well.

A young tyrant by demeanor would naturally seem devoid of subtlety or scheming, likely even inexperienced—such a person would surely be easier to deal with, more susceptible to manipulation.

This was the persona Zhou Ping’an instantly created for himself.

He made an overwhelming entrance, starting with a dramatic slash, forcing Mr. Yu to his knees despite having no prior enmity, which was simultaneously infuriating and intimidating to those around him.

As Mr. Yu cried out his passage approval, nearly choking on his tears, Zhou Ping’an wore an expression of disdain, surveying the surroundings arrogantly. When he caught sight of the Four Seasons Saber masters watching him intently, he laughed, "What’s the matter? Do you few wish to test the skills of this young lord? Not to deny you an opportunity—why not all four come at once."

Without waiting for their response, his pale blue saber suddenly left its sheath, a streak flashing through the air, followed by a phantom slash.

Rip—

The sword light tore through the air, emitting an ear-splitting whistle akin to silk being ripped, leaving behind a shimmering white arc that transformed into a crescent moon, roaring forward as it reached Xia Yiming.

Xia Yiming, who specialized in Xia Lei’s Saber Technique, wielded his blade as swiftly as lightning. His saber resonated with thunderous booms, combining power and speed, making him one of the most formidable figures in Jianghu.

At this moment, seeing Zhou Ping’an attack unprovoked—or rather out of the blue—he was filled with killing intent. His sword flashed like a roaming dragon as he struck a crooked slash against the approaching pale white energy wave, stepping forward to pivot slightly and preparing to counterattack with a twisting mid-slash.

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