Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 838 - 647: Where’s My Reward? + - 648: No Heir_2

Chapter 838: Chapter 647: Where’s My Reward? + Chapter 648: No Heir_2

This is also the reason he was willing to focus on the mission instead of seeking or purchasing the materials himself.

A top expert who has held the rank of "king" for decades could only gather so much Heavenly Star Stone. How lucky would he need to be to find sufficient Heavenly Star Ore in a short period of time?

One year?

Or ten years? Perhaps even fifty years?

"Zhao Yuangang, Mr. Zhou has no intention of disrupting your family’s inheritance ceremony, but everything should follow the principle of first come, first served. I’ve been at your manor for three days, the rewards for the mission you promised... you don’t intend to renege, do you?"

"Hah..."

"Audacious."

"How insolent!"

Shocked exclamations reverberated from all directions.

Along with sharp reprimands from several officers surrounding the Heavenly Martial King.

Most of the guests were stunned by Zhou Ping’an’s arrogance, daring to address the Heavenly Martial King by name without any honorifics.

And they were curious about the meaning behind his words.

Judging by what he’d said, it seemed there was some prior agreement, and now he had come to collect his dues.

After hearing someone nearby mention it briefly, they began to recall—this was the man tasked by the Heavenly Martial King some time ago to escort Southern Lake’s Zhao Family descendants to Shangjing.

Could it be that the rewards had not been paid in full?

At this realization, the crowd below started to glance at the Heavenly Martial King with peculiar expressions.

Zhou Ping’an paid no attention to the reactions of the people around him; he only cared about Zhao Yuangang’s reply: "Back when the mission terms were set, it was agreed that upon escorting people to Shangjing, compensation would be calculated based on the number of individuals safely delivered. For each person brought to the city unharmed, the reward would be one Heavenly Star Stone.

These talented younger members of your Zhao Family, eight in total, are now all present here, lively and unscathed. I won’t ask for too much—eight Heavenly Star Stones. That’s not unreasonable, is it?"

"There is indeed such an arrangement."

The Heavenly Martial King coldly stared at Zhou Ping’an for a long moment. The commotion around them gradually quieted as a faint smile appeared on his aged face. Slowly, he added: "However, young man, your mission seems to remain incomplete."

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Chapter 648: No Heir

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"What exactly would constitute completion?"

Zhou Ping’an was exceedingly curious.

He realized that the opponent’s ninety-eight years of experience were not wasted; even as he demanded payment so brazenly, the man remained entirely unperturbed.

How immense must one’s confidence be?

Or perhaps, he felt that he was already nearing the end of his life, with nothing left worth worrying about.

A glimmer of shrewdness flickered in the Heavenly Martial King’s eyes: "Old man here initially assigned the task with the condition that the descendants of each branch would be escorted to inherit the Golden Thunder Bloodline and Secret Technique, ensuring the continuation of the Prince Mansion. You’ve done well, but alas, who told you to arrive late?

By the time you showed up here, one branch of descendants had already reached the mansion and completed the inheritance. You’ve only partially fulfilled the task. This can’t be blamed on me for not keeping my promise."

"Are you saying that back when the mission was assigned, it wasn’t exclusively given to Southern Lake’s Zhao Family?"

Zhou Ping’an understood what the man was implying.

Zhao Yuangang was indicating that he had issued the mission across multiple directions—not only to Southern Lake Zhao Family’s second branch at their ancestral grounds, but also to Pinghuang Zhao Family’s third branch, and perhaps even the fourth or fifth branches...

Whichever branch arrived first, gained his approval, and began the inheritance, naturally signified the mission as concluded.

With so many offshoots within the Zhao Family, if he’d quietly dispatched the task this way without declaring it publicly, it *did* make sense.

However, this was essentially shameless reasoning.

Even those in the main hall could tell what was going on.

While they could see through it, no one would voice that it was unreasonable. After all, the property belonged to the Heavenly Martial King, and the mission was issued under his authority. He could do as he pleased. Besides, he was a Prince.

Shameless reasoning or not, what could be done?

If he could justify things even slightly, it’d be good enough. The power to interpret lay in his hands; even if he lacked justification, he could still insist on his position, and there would be nothing anyone could do.

However, Zhou Ping’an knew it clearly—Zhao Yuangang truly intended to default.

What kind of audacity was this?

Even daring to renege against Shadow Pavilion’s debts across All Heavens and Myriads of Worlds?

Was he not afraid of eventual reprisal?

Zhou Ping’an lightly shook his head and sighed: "It seems, Lord Zhao, that throughout your life, you’ve truly had smooth sailing and never suffered a major loss. But the older you get, it seems the more muddled your thoughts become."

Before the angry shouts from all directions could erupt, he continued: "Very well, according to your reasoning, you claim the heirs have already been chosen, and I delivered them late? Fine, that’s easily resolved—I’ll simply kill your heir. Doesn’t that settle everything?"

The moment the word "settle" left his lips.

The expressions of everyone present changed dramatically.

Before the meaning behind the statement could truly sink into their minds.

A streak of emerald light appeared.

The emerald glow flashed briefly and vanished from sight.

Several sharp shouts erupted simultaneously.

A fierce wind swept through the hall, accompanied by the roar of lightning.

The Heavenly Martial King, Zhao Yuangang, and Wind Spirit Sword wielder Zhao Wuque both rushed to the side of Zhao Nanxin, who had just stood up.

Their faces were twisted, their eyes wide open, hands half-extended as if trying to support Zhao Nanxin—yet they dared not touch him.

The crowd was still dazed and unsure of what had just happened.

Then they noticed Zhao Nanxin, who still wore a polite smile reflecting his eight-tooth grin, suddenly freeze...

His upper body slowly tilted to one side as blood gushed from his waist like a torrential cascade.

Hah...

Zhao Nanxin’s scream of pain hadn’t fully formed, reduced to faint whimpers instead.

His upper body slumped to the ground.

In two pieces.

His golden armor clanged heavily.

Among the blood pooling over the floor, entrails spilled out everywhere, filling the hall with a revolting stench.

The crowd, witnessing this horrifying scene, ignored the stench in the air and turned their eyes toward Zhou Ping’an.

More accurately, they looked toward the Cang Yue’s precious blade already drawn in his hand, glistening like a stream of emerald water.

Just now, it was this single strike from the unsheathed blade, swift beyond human perception, that left the crowd unable to track its trajectory—unable to see how Zhou Ping’an moved forward to deliver the slash, nor how he returned to his original position.

"What a fast blade."

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