Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 840 - 649 Green Phoenix Bow + - 650 West City Jumping Horse, Outer Heaven Flying Immortal
Chapter 840: Chapter 649 Green Phoenix Bow + Chapter 650 West City Jumping Horse, Outer Heaven Flying Immortal
Chapter 649: Green Phoenix Bow + Chapter 650: West City Jumping Horse, Outer Heaven Flying Immortal
"Issue the decree to halt the approach."
On the third floor of Baoyue Building, Emperor Wenhe listened to the report. His face twitched violently several times, his body swayed, and he hurriedly gripped the window sill tightly. Taking a deep breath, he issued the command: "We absolutely must not anger this person. Observe and await changes."
"Understood."
The sharp voice of a nearby attendant responded promptly, their body transforming into mist as they darted out of Baoyue Building, heading in the direction of the advancing Imperial Army.
"My dear ministers, it is I who have harmed you."
Upon hearing that the Grand Scholar and the scribe Feng Tong had been slain like roadside weeds with a single strike from that man, their names not even mentioned, Emperor Wenhe initially felt an overwhelming fury rise in his heart, wishing to flay the opponent alive.
But upon closer reflection, a chill arose within him.
In the Heavenly Martial Prince Mansion, two top-tier Great Grandmasters—one unable to withstand the power of a single strike—were beheaded in an instant.
The other was forced into submission, obeying commands, adopting the humiliating path of preserving his life through servility.
Meanwhile, two Grandmasters from the court had merely displayed hostility and attacked, only to be split in two simultaneously, with no ability to resist.
This kind of enemy—
If provoked into a killing spree, aiming at himself or the royal family, could the vast court or the city’s soldiers and officers yield anyone capable of opposing them?
The answer was: no.
Back then, whether it was Zhao Yuangang or Zhao Wuque with the Wind Spirit Sword, if either were to truly unleash their murderous instincts, they could have rampaged freely through an army of a hundred thousand.
Taking a general’s head was as easy as reaching into a bag.
Without someone of equal rank to stop them, they were nearly unstoppable.
This was the true reason Zhao Yuangang had been awarded the title of Heavenly Martial King over ten years of military accomplishments.
Moreover, later on, due to Zhao Yuangang’s high merits, the royal family harbored concerns about him but dared not openly calculate or suppress him—for the Heavenly Martial Prince Mansion housed two top-tier Grandmasters.
A single misstep could spell disaster.
Those officials and dukes who held enmity against Zhao Yuangang could only secretly maneuver against him when he had little lifespan left, never daring to confront him before his death.
The Heavenly Martial Prince Mansion, with only two top-tier Grandmasters, already possessed such immense destructive power.
So then, what level of difficulty would it entail to face the "strange man" who could slay them with a single blow?
Such a person should not exist in this world.
Who could possibly control him?
No matter how Emperor Wenhe racked his brains and calculated back and forth, he saw no way forward.
Once this person decided to kill him or seize the dynasty, all he could do was choose between dying with dignity or dying in humiliation. That was all.
Man is the butcher, and I am the fish.
Such is the reality.
"Since I lack the strength, I must simply flatter and appease him."
Emperor Wenhe suppressed the bitterness in his heart and tried to recapture the mindset he had during his younger years at the secluded palace, when he lowered his head submissively.
Back then, among so many brothers, there were those more talented and those more ambitious than him.
The reason he ascended to the throne was none other than his ability to endure.
Endure once more.
...
Zhou Ping’an had no idea that someone had already prepared to lower their stance, submitting and accepting mockery.
He merely called two young ones to his side.
"This is Zhao Yuanshou, a clever little one, outwardly unpolished but inwardly refined, with exceptional Root Bone. I imagine the Heavenly Martial King hasn’t met him yet and doesn’t recognize him. But it doesn’t matter—whether the Heavenly Martial Prince Mansion can survive in the future, whether the fame of the Golden Thunder Sword can resound throughout the world again, will depend on him."
Zhou Ping’an stroked the round-headed Zhao Yuanshou and pulled him to the front. "Yuanshou, call him grandfather. From now on, Zhao Yuangang will be your true ancestor. You will become the new Little Prince..."
Zhao Yuanshou, initially trembling with fear and his teeth chattering, felt his terror dissipate completely after Zhou Ping’an patted his head. He immediately stepped forward with reverence, saluted Zhao Yuangang, and called him grandfather.
Zhao Yuangang’s vision darkened, nearly collapsing on the spot.
What kind of nonsense was this?
First, his son and grandson were slaughtered. Then, a boy was brought to him to call him grandfather—a boy who would seize his legacy, inherit his bloodline and Spiritual Weapon, and take the fruits of his life’s work, handed freely to another.
He was inclined to refuse. Yet from the corner of his eye, he caught Zhou Ping’an’s faintly mocking expression.
The implication was clear.
It was the decision Zhao Yuangang himself had made.
The assignment had been clear all along.
"What a good child."
Under the watchful eyes of guests and family members all around, the Heavenly Martial King forced a smile more painful than weeping. He gently took Zhao Yuanshou’s small hand.
His cultivation surged out of him like a torrential tide.
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And the Heavenly Martial King truly knew it.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t have proposed such a method to pass down his own legacy.
Nor would others have believed him.
Today’s inheritance ceremony was originally intended for his grandson Zhao Nanxin. After Zhao Nanxin’s bow, Zhao Yuangang was to pour out his lifetime’s cultivation and essence, sacrificing half of it but leaving sufficient power to wield the Golden Thunder Sword.
Allowing his grandson to ascend overnight to become one of the world’s premier Grandmasters, capable of protecting the Prince Mansion from the covetous eyes of petty men.
But now, he could only apply this technique to the second-line cousin’s grandson.
To this boy, who was meant to be nothing more than dead bait.
Such is fate—each sip and bite predestined by heaven.
After the duration of an incense stick burned, Zhao Yuangang’s aura waned to its lowest point, the inheritance complete. Zhao Yuanshou’s aura now emitted its initial brilliance. Taking hold of the Golden Thunder Sword, he gave it a slight shake, creating a flurry of thousands of silver threads winding around him. He had truly grasped control of the sword.
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