"Brother Binbin."
"Hey, Brother Xiao Yuan."
"This is for you, distribute and arrange it."
"Understood!"
Tan Wenbin turned his head to look at Zhao Yi lying beside him and encouraged, "Hang in there, brother."
Zhao Yi: "No worries, I trust my ancestors."
Tan Wenbin: "Yeah, rest assured, your ancestors definitely won't let you down, after all, your ancestor is my brother."
Zhao Yi: "Seriously, you still have the mood to say so cold humor now?"
Tan Wenbin: "Just worried I might miss the chance if I don't now. Should I organize everyone to co and pay their respects while you're still alive?"
Zhao Yi: "Sure, don't just mourn, according to the village's customs, you have to kneel."
Tan Wenbin: "There's no logic in letting seniors kneel for juniors."
When Brother Xiao Yuan handed the diagram to him, Tan Wenbin knew that Zhao Yi would definitely make it through the second incense, because this Array was definitely not arranged for the second incense; there simply wasn't enough ti.
Tan Wenbin went to organize the distribution, even the Liang Sisters were called in by him to assign tasks.
According to their understanding of the Array, these sisters were actually much more advanced than the rest; they could even use the Array for auxiliary enhancents during a battle.
The Liang Sisters looked at Zhao Yi lying there.
Tan Wenbin said, "Focus on the task. If you keep staring, it won't just make you uncomfortable, it could also affect his mindset."
The Liang Sisters didn't hesitate any longer and took the Array Diagram to place flags.
Beside Zhao Yi, only Li Zhiyuan remained, while the others had moved far to the hillside.
Li Zhiyuan: "Isn't it too quiet for you?"
Zhao Yi touched the copper coin sword on his chest: "It just feels steady."
Li Zhiyuan nodded and closed his eyes.
Zhao Yi also closed his eyes.
In this brief mont, ti seed to break into exceedingly rich segnts, each breath felt complete from beginning to end.
Finally, the shadow of the official robe reappeared.
This ti, it stood on the other side of Zhao Yi.
The incense in the censer was almost burnt out.
Based on previous experience, there's still a tiny bit of ti left.
"Buzz!"
The sound of the incense extinguishing.
A black dot appeared on Zhao Yi's forehead, and the heart-palpitating black enveloped Zhao Yi almost instantly.
Without any resistance, Zhao Yi lost control of his body, his mouth opened, muscles trembled, veins prepared for action, even his heart readied for its final beat, expecting the crispest shattering.
Li Zhiyuan opened his eyes.
All around, Feng Shui Power circulated rapidly.
In this mont, what erged in the youth's mind was the stone monunt behind the temple in the deep mountains, with clear words on it saying the sword was left for the Zhao Family descendants to use against demons and to uphold justice.
Yet, when he, not a descendant of the Zhao Family, approached, the monunt still cracked open, bestowing this invaluable copper coin sword upon him.
Perhaps it was because his own family had many Dragon King Tablets, and he had experienced much of the traces left by the Dragon Kings of the Qin and Liu Families, hence in certain aspects, the young man could empathize more with the Dragon King.
The Zhao Family's Secret Technique operated, the young man lifted his chin, spread his hand, palm down.
In front of him, mountains seed to appear, all towering into the clouds, bringing despair, which were the astonishing individuals blocking Zhao Wuyang in that era.
He acknowledged them, admired them, and agreed they were stronger than he was, yet his steps didn't halt, steadily moving forward.
So mountains collapsed on their own;
So were mirages;
Others he had climbed over.
Until finally, he beca the most towering and majestic peak in the eyes of all from his era.
Born from nothing, yet neither ek nor arrogant, proving great fearlessness with great heart — this was Zhao Wuyang!
At this mont, though he was impersonating Zhao Wuyang, Li Zhiyuan's heart found comfort. Fengdu, the Great Emperor, or any of the six who acted this ti, to him now, were towering mountains.
But these mountains remain only in the present.
He could continue moving forward, yet they could only stay unmoving.
Fearso as they were, ultimately, they just remained as such.
Zhao Yi's body curled up, his act of self-harm reaching its final stage.
Li Zhiyuan's palm fell, uttering in a deep voice:
"Break!"
The copper coins on Zhao Yi's chest instantly connected as a sword, its tip pointing directly at Zhao Yi's heart.
"Snap!"
The intense black seed to be pierced, with the remaining despair-ridden black all surging toward the copper coin sword.
First, the copper coin sword turned black, then brittle, and finally... turned to powder, scattering in the wind before falling together.
Li Zhiyuan felt a heaviness in his chest, blood trickled from his mouth, and he staggered backward several steps before barely steadying himself.
Zhao Yi woke up slowly.
Once more, he experienced the feel of death, but this ti, he quickly detached from that emotion, not because familiarity breeds familiarity, but because as he sat up, he realized the copper coins... were gone.
All gone, not a single coin left for him, completely clean, not even a speck of residue or ash left!
That was the most precious ancestral relic he exchanged from the Zhao Family Treasure Vault, but the sword hadn't even ward in his hands yet.
"Well... Brother Xiao Yuan, there's sothing I think we need to discuss again."
"No discussions."
"You can't be like this, Li!"
Li Zhiyuan swallowed back the blood in his mouth, then opened a can of Jianlibao, drinking it.
Zhao Yi slapped the ground with both hands, unwillingly saying:
"You know, this makes look really dumb, I got nothing out of it, just for nothing..."
"It was used to save your life."
"But even if I didn't make the exchange with you, you would've still used the sword to save my life while it was still in your hands, you'd be reluctant, you wouldn't even hesitate."
"Yeah, indeed."
"So, ancestor, could you not..."
Li Zhiyuan put down the drink can, addressing Zhao Yi seriously:
"Zhao Yi, between us, there is not only the grudge over the sword, but also the resentnt for its destruction.
Though I am from a declining family, I do not bear such insult from you!
Today, I, Li Zhiyuan, swear to the heavens here:
This account, will surely be settled with your Jiujiang Zhao in the future!"
Zhao Yi: "..."
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