Chapter 15

Under the moonlight, all was silent.

Even Zhao Yun, who was usually restless, sat cross-legged, focusing on strengthening his body, repeatedly exercising his physique. His bones were already tinged with a faint golden hue.

Indestructible like a diamond, impervious to all attacks.

This was the path he was pursuing, and he had to thank the Moon Goddess for pointing him in this direction.

Hmm?

Suddenly, Zhao Yun opened his eyes, tilted his head slightly, and glanced upward, his eyes darting left and right. Someone was on the roof, and they had already jumped down to the small garden.

In the middle of the night, someone was really unable to sleep.

Through the window crack, a black shadow could be seen, dressed in night clothes, sneaking around the garden, looking left and right. Finally, they threw two black iron balls into the armory.

By the time he noticed, the black-clothed person had already climbed back onto the roof and fled into the street, their movements extremely熟练, clearly a frequent practitioner.

Then, the armory caught fire.

It was obvious that the black-clothed person was responsible. The two iron balls they had thrown must have been specially made to ignite a large fire instantly.

"Interesting."

Zhao Yun sneered, picked up the Longyuan Sword, and broke through the window, chasing after the black-clothed person.

You set fire to my home and think you can just run away?

Before leaving, he used three pebbles to knock on Old Sun's room, making sure they woke up to put out the fire.

"Fire!"

As soon as he left the armory, he heard shouts from Yang Da and Wu Er, who had already seen the smoke from the armory.

The night was quiet, but their shouts startled many people, and the streets were soon filled with noise.

"Closed just now, and now it's on fire?"

"Zhao Family has been quite unlucky lately."

"Is Zhao Yun really a harbinger of misfortune?"

There were many comments, with people pointing and whispering, enjoying the show in the middle of the night.

"A single fire is enough."

On a distant rooftop, the black-clothed person watched the raging flames and smiled mockingly. It was a grand spectacle he had orchestrated, a beautiful sight.

After watching, he turned and descended from the roof.

Buzz!

In the darkness, there was a buzzing sound. No one knew where the sword came from, but it was heading straight for his forehead, the wind carrying a dragon's roar.

Puff!

The blood in the moonlight was extremely glaring.

The black-clothed person was bleeding.

Not expecting an ambush, he managed to avoid the fatal blow to his head but was still hit.

The attacker was none other than Zhao Yun.

The arsonist ran fast, but Zhao Yun's legs were even quicker, his Wind God Steps already at the initial stage.

"Who?"

The black-clothed person shouted angrily, his body staggering, looking quite miserable. He had been struck on the left shoulder, which now hung limp.

Unexpectedly, this arm was now useless.

His angry howl went unanswered.

The darkness was pitch black, and there was no one in sight, but the sword that struck him was real and painful.

This was awkward. He had just set a fire and was immediately taken down. Karma came too quickly.

"Who?"

The black-clothed person shouted again, drawing a sword from his sleeve.

Buzz!

As soon as he spoke, there was another buzzing sound from behind, the sound of a sword slicing through the air.

It was Zhao Yun again, emerging from the ground, the Longyuan Sword in his hand, slicing down from the sky.

Puff!

The black-clothed person, who had just turned around, was struck again, this time on the right shoulder. Blood flowed down his arm, making it symmetrical.

It wasn't over yet.

Before he could steady himself, Zhao Yun's Dragon Might Palm struck, with lightning surrounding his fingers, the power fierce and overwhelming.

Puff!

The third blood spray was the most glaring, with a mouthful of blood spewing three feet high.

The world fell silent.

The black-clothed person knelt, both arms struck, his left and right arms now useless, and the blow to his chest was excruciating, his ribs broken.

The injuries were secondary; what was most frustrating was that he never saw who attacked him.

"Brother, you look quite unfamiliar!"

Zhao Yun smiled, finally emerging from the darkness.

These words made the black-clothed person spit blood again.

Damn it, when going out to fight, do you first cripple the opponent and then introduce yourself?

Unfortunately, Zhao Yun's face was also covered, making it impossible to see who he was.

"Someone as tough as you is truly rare," Zhao Yun sighed.

It was true.

A single Dragon Might Palm and two strikes from the Longyuan Sword, and he was still alive. In the True Spirit Realm, the black-clothed person was definitely one of the more outstanding ones. If it were a regular True Spirit Realm practitioner, they would have been knocked out by a single sword strike.

Fortunately, the opponent was careless, and Zhao Yun had the Earth Escape Technique. If they had faced off head-on, Zhao Yun would likely not have been a match for the black-clothed person.

The black-clothed person remained silent, staring at Zhao Yun. This mysterious person who had emerged from nowhere was too strange. Clearly at the Essence Condensation Realm, he had crippled a True Spirit Realm practitioner.

The Earth Escape Technique he used earlier was a legendary secret skill, long lost. If not for this, he would not have been caught off guard.

"Come, let me see who you are."

Zhao Yun brought his fingers together, drawing a line of true essence, and pulled off the black cloth covering the black-clothed person's face, revealing a pale, cunning face.

This wasn't important; what was important was that he recognized him. He belonged to the Liu Family Armory, named Old Dao.

To this day, he still didn't understand why someone named Old Dao used a long, black sword.

"Couldn't wait, could you?"

Zhao Yun sighed, immediately seeing through the plot. It must have been sent by Liu Canghai, just to cause trouble, to pave the way for the Liu Family to acquire the Zhao Family Armory.

"Strangers with no grudge, why attack me?" Old Dao sneered, stumbling backward until he reached the wall. Severely injured, both arms crippled, he was practically a cripple, and even an Essence Condensation Realm practitioner could kill him.

"Setting fire to my home, how can there be no grudge?" Zhao Yun smiled, and as he spoke, the black cloth covering his face fluttered down, revealing his slightly handsome face.

"You... Zhao Yun?"

Old Dao's eyes widened in disbelief. He had considered many people, but never the Zhao Family's waste of a young master.

What the hell, wasn't he cut off from cultivation? And now he can cultivate again? And he even took me down.

"Surprised?"

Zhao Yun stepped forward with his sword, smiling at Old Dao.

"Originally a son-in-law of the Liu Family, my eyes were blind."

Old Dao laughed, but it was a forced smile. He had underestimated the Zhao Family's waste of a young master, and on a dark, windy night, he had received such a big surprise.

"Blind eyes are easy to fix, let me help you see."

Zhao Yun smiled, raising the Longyuan Sword.

"You... you want to kill me?"

Old Dao's face changed, knowing the power of Zhao Yun's sword. If it struck his forehead, even as a True Spirit Realm practitioner, he would die.

"Not kill... save for the New Year?"

Zhao Yun said calmly, and the sword fell.

Puff!

Blood spurted, and Old Dao died on the spot, dying with frustration, too damn aggrieved.

The price of setting that fire was too high.

Zhao Yun remained calm, collected Old Dao's belongings, and then used Corpse Dissolving Powder to destroy the evidence.

After doing this, he turned and disappeared.

When he reappeared, he was on the street.

The armory had gathered many people, but the fire had been extinguished, and there were losses.

"Liu Family, well done."

Zhao Yun glanced to the south, in the direction of the Liu Family Armory, as if he could see the ugly faces through the darkness.

"An eye for an eye."

Zhao Yun looked away and walked toward the Zhao Family Armory.

Don't rush, wait until the armory reopens, and I stabilize the situation. I'll visit your home too. Setting fire to my home, the Liu Family will also bleed. If you like to play dirty, I'll play until you're dead.

On the way back, Zhao Yun took out the ledger and reviewed the Liu Family's assets in the Forgotten Ancient City.

In the future, he would visit each one.

Whatever armory, whatever tavern, whatever bank, take what I can, and destroy what I can't.