Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 820 - 633 Arrogance + - 634 Night Raid_3

The journey was uneventful.

Until the fourth day, when they encountered a torrential downpour. The road became difficult to traverse, and Zhou Ping’an’s group didn’t make it to the post station. They had no choice but to stop at a Mountain God Temple along the way and wait for the rain to cease.

In the dilapidated Mountain God Temple, they found some dry firewood and rotten wood to start a fire, dry their clothes, and eat some dried food.

The rain poured for two shichen, and as the group let out sighs of lament, the sky gradually darkened.

Zhou Ping’an thought to himself: In this era, travel is truly difficult. Without weather forecasts, encountering extreme weather means camping in the wild is likely a frequent occurrence.

This time, they were lucky enough to find an abandoned Mountain God Temple. If there had been no shelter from the rain, they’d have had to endure the storm and wind on the road, which would have been far worse.

However, it wasn’t just luck, actually.

Considering the timing, if there were enemies targeting these Zhao Family descendants, they should have shown themselves by now.

They wouldn’t wait until the group was near the Capital City to make their move.

And at this moment, in an abandoned village, desolate wilderness, and Mountain God Temple.

Isn’t this precisely the kind of location where trouble tends to arise in stories?

"All of you, come here, stay close to me."

Zhou Ping’an adapted to the local customs, chewing on the flatbread of this world without disdain for the simple food. He was mid-meal when he heard distant booming sounds.

With his strong physique and spirit, even though restrained, his perception was far sharper than anyone else present.

He sensed danger first.

He immediately called the eight young Zhao Family members—six men and two women—to gather around him.

Perhaps it was the authority he had established during recruitment, or perhaps the Zhao Family had forewarned them beforehand, but no one in this group openly disobeyed Zhou Ping’an’s orders.

Even the proud and pampered Zhao Family descendants behaved obediently.

Perhaps they understood that whether this journey to the Capital City would succeed depended on "Hero Zhou," the powerful master accompanying them.

"Are enemies approaching?"

Mr. Yu’s face underwent a drastic change. freewёbnoνel-com

He abruptly stood up.

He didn’t doubt Zhou Ping’an’s words.

For some reason, he always felt that the seemingly arrogant, young swordsman exuded an air of mystery. Every motion carried an indescribable authority.

His casual remarks made people reluctant to defy his will.

This feeling was exceedingly peculiar.

But Mr. Yu didn’t believe it was an illusion.

Moreover, having clashed with Zhou Ping’an in the past, he knew better than anyone how terrifyingly strong Zhou Ping’an’s abilities were.

He harbored no resentment.

That level of strength wasn’t merely about having a higher realm but rather an unparalleled mastery of power, timing, and technique—utterly unattainable for others.

He felt that even a slight advantage, in Zhou Ping’an’s hands, could be magnified tenfold or a hundredfold.

There were moments when he doubted why such a master, one whose level of skill should leave him without idle pursuits, would involve himself in a mission that didn’t seem to offer particularly lucrative rewards.

The Heavenly Star Stones were indeed precious.

But they weren’t unobtainable.

With effort, one could find one or two pieces on the Heavenly Star Plateau.

They were sufficient for enhancing weapons.

For average renowned masters, the allure of Heavenly Star Stones was unquestionably immense.

But for the world’s top experts, such items weren’t exceptionally valuable—they were merely embellishments.

It wasn’t hard to see why. Just with the air ripples from a single saber strike, Zhou Ping’an could defeat the famously skilled Xia Blade Xia Yiming from the Four Seasons Swordsmen. Whether he possessed Spiritual Attribute Weapons didn’t seem to make much difference.

"Indeed, stand behind me. The attackers number roughly eighty riders. Don’t rule out the possibility of ranged attacks—stay alert."

Zhou Ping’an thought for a moment, then instructed, "No matter what happens, the eight of you must remain in place. Don’t panic, don’t run, don’t scream. The rest of us will deal with the adversaries.

Don’t blame me for not taking the initiative to intercept them. Remember, the most terrifying aspect of nighttime ambushes is the diversionary tactic of feigning strikes in one direction and attacking from another. In the chaos of open assaults and hidden maneuvers, anything can occur.

However, as long as the eight primary targets remain unaffected, everything else is trivial."

Zhou Ping’an’s voice was cold and composed. His long saber rested across his lap, and he didn’t rise.

Yet, seeing his calm demeanor instantly settled the group’s nerves.

A few breaths later, everyone shuddered in unison.

Indeed, they began to hear the earth’s tremors and the rolling thunder-like roar, approaching from afar.

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