Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 832 - 643 Missteps Must Be Corrected + - 644 Thunder Axe and Wind Blade _2
Chapter 832: Chapter 643 Missteps Must Be Corrected + Chapter 644 Thunder Axe and Wind Blade _2
I admit I underestimated Xia Yiming; he does have some brains.
Zhou Ping’an gave him a surprised glance.
Holding the hands of the two little ones, he walked to the main gate of the Heavenly Martial Prince Mansion. Facing the Heavenly Martial Guards who were about to intercept, he declared loudly, "Wandering martial artist Zhou Ping’an, wielding the Yin Yang Sword and Four Seasons Saber, has escorted eight descendants of the Southern Lake Zhao Family’s second branch to inherit the title of Heavenly Martial King, cultivation techniques, and the Golden Thunder Sword. You lot still hesitate to open the gates to welcome us? Is this how you treat your benefactors?"
Zhou Ping’an’s shout, though not overly forceful.
But with his formidable physique and boundless breath, his voice rang out like resounding echoes of gold and jade, each word piercing like a drill, reverberating across multiple streets, causing the dust on the ground to rise faintly.
It could be said that even those who wanted to pretend they didn’t hear it would find it impossible.
All intricate schemes, however far-reaching, once brought to light under the sun, reveal themselves to be no more than disgraceful shadows.
According to Zhou Ping’an, the Heavenly Martial King Zhao Tiangang indeed acted poorly in this matter. Even if he was a prince, when he does wrong, there’s no escaping accountability.
What do you do when you’re wrong?
You correct your mistakes.
You cannot issue tasks, have people risk their lives fulfilling them, and then act as though the task never existed. What about the promised compensation? Will it still be given?
Are you planning to just muddle through this?
If no one dared to speak up, chances are that things truly would have been glossed over, and everyone involved would remain content.
Even the enemies of the Heavenly Martial Prince Mansion would only sigh helplessly, lament their lack of skill, and watch the mansion’s continued prosperity for another few decades without recourse.
However, for Zhou Ping’an, no compensation, no Heavenly Star Stones—that would be intolerable.
How could he ever agree?
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Chapter 644: Thunder Axe and Wind Blade
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As Zhou Ping’an bellowed loudly.
The tightly packed crowd surrounding him turned their attention to the group’s appearance.
Those few wandering martial artists at the front were still passable—accustomed to living through storms and hardships, their spirit and Qi-blood robust enough to mask the exhaustion of body and mind.
But the house servants in the rear, especially the eight children, each looked as though they’d endured a severe illness: their hair was dull and yellow, their eyes sunken, their profound fatigue evident from far away.
Compared to refugees, they were certainly much better off.
But compared to ordinary people, their condition was far worse.
How could it not be?
The journey here had taken nearly a month, crossing mountains and rivers, eating and sleeping in the open, often unable to bathe.
Not to mention being caked with dirt—shake out their clothes casually, and they could shed half a pound of dust.
This journey was by no means a leisurely travel; safety was a priority. Constant vigilance against ambushes and assassins left no room for unnecessary measures.
Even upon reaching the Capital City, they hadn’t stopped at an inn to wash their faces, and so here they were.
"Are those truly the descendants of the Southern Lake Zhao Family’s second branch? Eight of them brought here—impressive."
"Could it be that they encountered no resistance on their journey?"
"You call this the look of a group that didn’t face obstacles? They’re no better than refugees. When the Heavenly Martial King announced he would select heirs from the Southern Lake Zhao Family, how many people’s interests were stirred? How many did not want to see this day? You’re not unaware of that."
"I’ve heard of the Yin Yang Sword and Four Seasons Saber; they hold minor fame in Jianghu. But for them to escort this group to Yujing—impossible. Who is Zhou Ping’an anyway? Such audacity." freēwēbηovel.c૦m
"Haha, trying to steal a chicken and losing the bait instead! This is going to be entertaining. Haven’t you heard? Zhou Ping’an is incredibly formidable.
He’s cut down mountain bandits, slain corpse demons, and even killed the Ultimate Flame Palace Master Chi Xinmei in the suburbs of Jingyun County. Many witnessed this firsthand. I wonder how the Heavenly Martial Zhao Family will handle this affair."
"Tsk tsk, that bold? This is going to get interesting."
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In truth, there wasn’t much to watch.
The Heavenly Martial Prince Mansion still cared about its reputation.
This task had been announced to the world at the time. Their rivals had dispatched people to intercept them; they couldn’t deny its legitimacy even if they wanted to.
Moreover, the journey of this group—exactly where or who had intercepted them—was entirely within the knowledge of the Heavenly Martial Prince Mansion.
Afterward, they even engaged in multiple negotiations with the forces behind those interceptors, extracting compensations.
The Heavenly Martial King had gone so far as to weep bitterly before the Emperor, causing his Majesty considerable embarrassment and prompting personal visits to the mansion with awards and words of comfort.
"A lifetime of sacrifices for the nation, now old with one foot in the grave, only to be wronged this way—does Da Xuan care so little for its loyal servants? Does it truly fear the court will have no one left to serve?"
This was the Heavenly Martial King’s "near-death lament," a formidable move that not only forced the royal family into action but also sparked a nationwide order to investigate the assassins, reprimand certain princes, and effectively sanction several noble wastrels.
The Heavenly Martial King had put the Emperor on the spot, yet he could never have foreseen that one day, his own "near-death body" would be similarly pushed onto the edge of the fire.
How bittersweet the feeling must be.
Words can hardly express it.
"No, no, you misunderstand, Young Master Zhou. Our Heavenly Martial Prince Mansion never said you weren’t welcome, nor did we deny this task. Your arduous journey is commendable—why not come inside for a discussion?"
Third Elder Zhao’s anger surged straight to the crown.
These people—they must’ve come to ruin everything for the family.
His prized son, Zhao Nanxin, had just received the legacy of the Thunder Blade, activating the Golden Thunder Bloodline. In a few days, he would surely achieve exponential progress, completely mastering the Golden Thunder Sword. With its unparalleled power, he could rank among the top Grandmasters under heaven, ushering in a successful transition of prestige.
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