Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 819 - 633: Arrogance + - 634: Night Raid_2

He was known for his swift and fierce moves, having experienced countless deadly battles in his life. This slash turned defense into offense, reaching the pinnacle of speed.

Puff...

Before Xia Yiming could slice through the air with his sword waves, he only took half a step forward, and his long sword in hand already buzzed with a violent tremor.

His complexion changed dramatically, and he felt a slight numbness in the hand holding the sword, even half of his body. Losing control of his body, he flew backward two meters, falling to the ground.

"Yi Wu..."

"Second Brother!"

The other three of the Four Seasons Saber simultaneously cried out in surprise, drawing their long swords and looking at Zhou Ping’an as if facing a formidable enemy.

But they found that the young man, whose eyes seemed to have grown onto his forehead, stood motionless, instead swirling his sword in a flourish. The blade tip slightly turned and pointed at the Yin Yang Sword couple, without so much as a glance at the four on his side.

For the few from the Four Seasons Saber, advancing was impossible, and retreating seemed equally difficult.

They wanted to leave, yet couldn’t bear to abandon the generous reward promised by the Zhao Family.

They were momentarily frozen in place, feeling extremely awkward.

"Not worth a hit."

Zhou Ping’an chuckled lightly and turned to the Yin Yang Sword couple, smiling with a slight sneer, "I’ve heard that your Yin Yang Dual Swords are exceptionally remarkable, and when used together, can transform into the two complementary forces. Let Young Master Zhou have a glimpse..."

Whoosh...

The scholar-looking He Sixi, holding his long sword upside down, promptly laughed, "Though my wife and I have some minor fame, we only strive to make a living, nowhere near comparable to your forceful sword play. Let’s not compete."

Seeing his wife’s distressed expression, he quickly nudged her arm quietly.

Peng Qiuyan too forced a smile, her voice dry, "Young Master’s sword technique is unparalleled in the world. We are no match at all."

"Haha, that’s good then."

Zhou Ping’an laughed thrice. fгee𝑤ebɳoveɭ.cøm

"In the Jianghu world, the strong are revered. Mr. Zhou took on this mission, hoping that everyone could work together to avoid any mishaps. If anyone sabotages or disregards instructions, I may remember faces, but this Cang Yue’s precious blade does not recognize any of you."

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Chapter 634 Night Assault

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Zhou Ping’an reversed the roles, turning from guest to host.

Not only were the skilled individuals who came to apply left speechless by him.

Housekeeper Zhao also found himself at a loss for words.

Fortunately, being accustomed to social interactions and handling matters smoothly, he quickly put aside his suspicions, smiling warmly and stepping forward to invite him in.

"Young Master Zhou’s sword technique is peerless. Having the fortune of your presence this time is a great honor for our Zhao Family. Please come inside for tea."

His enthusiasm was as if he had seen his master.

Perhaps Zhou Ping’an’s previous display was too astonishing.

After waiting a while longer without others applying, the Zhao Family decisively announced a pause in recruitment, and the crowd slowly dispersed.

Only a few onlookers remained, gossiping by the sidelines.

"Cang Yue’s precious blade, who in the Jianghu uses this sword name? Extremely formidable, even Yin Yang Sword and Four Seasons Saber are no match against just one of his moves. Who knows what lineage he’s from?"

"Never heard of it. Young experts from various sects wouldn’t take on blood-licking missions, nor could they hide their origins even if they descended from the mountain..."

"It should be a hidden sect, the direct disciple of some reclusive elder, that’s why he’s so powerful."

"Sigh, even such figures are eyeing Zhao Family’s generous rewards. For us, even if we wanted to take this mission, we’re not qualified."

"Hmph, no matter how they’re favored, the journey to the Capital City is a thousand miles; whether they can keep their lives is still unknown. Don’t be so envious. Sacrificial refining with Heavenly Star Stone for spiritual weapons is precious, not easily acquired."

Zhou Ping’an listened in on the people’s discussions while following Housekeeper Zhao and others into the Zhao Residence, received by the family head, and arranged with a maid in an elegant room.

At this time, his earlier "arrogance" character became potent.

No one he met dared to question him.

Everyone in the Zhao Family, from masters to servants, treated him respectfully, offering gold and silver, and laying out exquisite delicacies that changed daily. After three days, finally, at the early dawn amid light drizzles, the housekeeper and Mr. Yu came to find him.

"May I ask how Young Master Zhou rested? We’ve decided to depart; I hope you don’t mind."

Both wore broad-brimmed hats, crossing through the drizzle, with some wetness on their bodies. Upon seeing Zhou Ping’an, they immediately apologized.

Zhou Ping’an also noticed that Mr. Yu had changed into a black tight-fitting outfit, holding a tobacco pipe, looking ready to depart.

"It’s fine. Entrusted by others, it’s my duty to serve. Let’s follow the master’s arrangements; I am easygoing."

Hearing that Zhou Ping’an wasn’t angry, the housekeeper breathed a sigh of relief, then bowed ahead to lead the way, guiding Zhou Ping’an to leave the residence from the side gate, where six or seven carriages were already lined up, and over fifty Guardian House Servants in leather armor stood by on horseback.

All these people wore broad-brimmed hats, remaining silent, showing a well-trained posture.

Zhou Ping’an also noticed the Four Seasons Saber and Yin Yang Sword members sitting on their horses, quietly watching.

Clearly, they had been waiting for some time.

By now, the daylight was slowly growing brighter.

The housekeeper stopped and said, "The reward of Heavenly Star Stone will only be given upon reaching the Capital City’s Prince Mansion. I hope everyone has a smooth journey."

Zhou Ping’an nodded.

This had been agreed upon in advance, no need to say more.

His figure moved as he stepped onto a horse.

Only to hear Mr. Yu whip the reins with a crack, shouting, "Let’s go."

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They traveled silently, resting at inns each night.

For three consecutive days, Mr. Yu was always ahead scouting the roads and towns, finding inns for rest.

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