Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 821 - 635: Lying Tiger Village + - 636: Soul Chasing Arrow
Chapter 821: Chapter 635: Lying Tiger Village + Chapter 636: Soul Chasing Arrow
Chapter 635: Lying Tiger Village + Chapter 636: Soul Chasing Arrow
"Take down the door panels, carriage sides, and block the windows."
Zhou Ping’an sat inside the temple, his gaze swept over the flustered Guardian House Servants of the Zhao family, and he sighed softly.
The incoming enemy comes with ill intent, and those with good intentions would not arrive.
The timing and location of the attack chosen by the adversary were nothing short of perfect.
If Zhou Ping’an hadn’t personally questioned and probed every single member of the Zhao family, he would almost suspect that someone in the group had tipped them off.
If it wasn’t betrayal, then the alternative explanation would be even more unsettling.
It could only mean that the enemy’s intelligence system is far more advanced, capable even of monitoring all routes in Nan’an Prefecture and targeting all traveling merchants.
To achieve this level of precision, there’s no need to ask—this is no ordinary opponent. Regular bandit forces would never possess such capabilities.
Eight or nine chances out of ten, there is official power involved.
Since official forces are at play.
Cavalry and bows and crossbows are naturally par for the course.
Therefore, the first wave of the attack was destined to be a rain of arrows.
"Whiz..."
Amidst the sharp whistling sound.
Countless dark shadows pierced through the downpour, glinting faintly under the gloomy sky as they shot through the air.
Swish...
Swish, swish, swish, swish!
The first barricade of door panels and carriage sidewalls quickly showed its merit.
Now and then, you could hear the anguished screams and painful cries of Guardian House Servants who failed to dodge in time.
The sound of arrows piercing wooden planks and embedding into flesh mingled with muffled "thuds."
"Leave those eight little brats, and I’ll spare your lives."
The rain of arrows subsided slightly when a booming voice roared from a distance.
The sheer force of the roar fractured the rain curtain slightly, causing everyone inside the Mountain God Temple to feel their eardrums itch. For a brief moment, the buzzing sound rattled their minds, making it almost impossible to hear those speaking nearby.
What a commanding voice.
"It’s Zeng Heihu from Lying Tiger Village! His Tiger Roar Sound Attack can throw one’s Qi-Blood into chaos and injure people from afar. Everyone, cover your ears!"
He Sixi, the Yang Sword of the Yin Yang Sword couple, suddenly spoke up and unsheathed his long sword: "This place cannot rely solely on Young Master Zhou to guard it. We cannot remain passive—we must confront Zeng Heihu head-on."
"Mere bandits, not worth mentioning."
Zhou Ping’an replied casually.
"That settles it then."
He Sixi’s heart was instantly reassured.
It’s said that the arrogant and hot-blooded type of youth has at least one merit.
They disdain lying and lack overly complex schemes. No matter how great or powerful the enemies attacking may be, they would never retreat or change their stance in a dire situation.
Such people cannot bear to lose face.
He Sixi turned to Peng Qiuyan, and the two shared a knowing smile.
With a quick move, their figures leapt out of the Mountain God Temple, their twin blades spinning like wheels, black and white streaks of light sweeping towards the source of the Tiger Roar.
Their path surged with a tide of blood.
A host of men dressed as mountain bandits, having just dismounted and climbed the slope, were instantly slain by their twin swords.
Fortune comes with danger.
The Yin Yang Sword joined this mission with clear goals in mind.
They had anticipated the peril of this journey long ago, yet they faced it unflinchingly, placing life and death far behind them.
Zhou Ping’an had no interest in probing what unavoidable reasons drove the couple to join the mission. They were but acquaintances, each left to their own fate.
His mission was to protect these eight youngsters.
With a glance, he noticed a boy and a girl of about eight or nine years old standing behind him. Their faces were flushed red, their bodies trembling, and they seemed to be in great pain.
He frowned slightly and beckoned the two children over. Thin needles like cow hair appeared between his fingers and pierced their Laogong Acupoints deeply into the flesh.
Vitality surged and roared. The two children’s bodies shook lightly, then instantly returned to normal. Their bright eyes looked at Zhou Ping’an, and they bowed respectfully, "Thank you, sir."
"Mm, stay close to me."
"Yes, sir."
The other boys and girls also exhaled a sigh of relief, huddling closely behind Zhou Ping’an.
The older ones were fourteen or fifteen years old, while the youngest ranged from eight to twelve years old.
The Southern Lake’s Zhao Family had put significant thought into this.
Knowing they were traveling to the Capital Tianwu King Mansion to inherit immense fortunes, they dared not hold back but sent all the best prospects from the clan.
Even someone with Zhou Ping’an’s discerning eye thought these children were exceptionally gifted, their muscles and bones strong, their demeanor polite, and their faces full of innocence.
Throughout their journey over the past few days, they complied with every order and required little to no oversight from Zhou Ping’an.
"No good! The Yin Yang Sword cannot hold them off."
Mr. Yu had been closely watching the doorway.
Through the rain curtain, he saw more and more mountain bandits flooding the key path on the slope.
The guards and house servants who rushed out were already suffering significant losses.
That would be manageable, but most frightening was the towering nine-foot man with one eye. Swinging a Black Gold Mace, he emitted a low, tearing whistle as he struck. The gold mace, weighing dozens of pounds, was wielded by him as if it were feather-light, creating a blur of heavy afterimages.
That man charged the formation on his own, stomping the slope into tremors, rain droplets scattering like arrows. The Yin Yang Sword technique, resembling fluttering butterflies within flowers, failed to halt his advance.
Clang, clang...
The deafening sound was like iron being hammered, accompanied by the Tiger Roar.
He Sixi and Peng Qiuyan barely exchanged blows before their weapons were shaken loose, the disparity in strength obvious.
"Zeng Heihu truly deserves his reputation as the infamous thief who dominates three prefectures, a figure inscribed in the Black List. Hero He and his wife are losing ground—I shall return shortly."
"Why bother sending Mr. Yu? My four brothers, traveling this far, have yet to taste blood. Perfect, we’ll slay this black tiger now."
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