Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path Chapter 837: 647: Where's the Reward? Chapter 648: No Heir

Chapter 837: Chapter 647: Where’s the Reward? Chapter 648: No Heir

“The succession ceremony begins.”

Within the Prince Mansion, drums and music resounded all at once.

In the martial grounds outside the hall, over a thousand elite household soldiers ford ranks, striking their weapons to produce a sound of slaughter and battle.

Within the joyful atmosphere, there was a subtle sense of the clashing of golden armor and galloping warhorses.

The Heavenly Martial King, honored by his title and renowned for building his legacy through warfare, had fought a hundred thousand battles during his lifeti. Now ninety-eight years old, he could undoubtedly be considered long-lived.

This event, inviting esteed guests to witness his succession ceremony, served both as a retrospective boasting of the glory accumulated during his life of battles and as his farewell to this world.

In this world, there are no Immortals; living to around one hundred years already counts as longevity.

The Heavenly Martial King, though laden with regrets and reluctance, unwilling to let his chapter end, could only accept the reality of his final curtain.

On such an occasion, the high-ranking officials and wealthy rchants who arrived at the mansion all enthusiastically attended, offering their congratulations for the Heavenly Martial King’s succession ceremony.

“Pass the Axe…”

With Zhao Wuque’s loud proclamation.

Four robust n advanced, carrying a colossal double-edged axe enveloped in flashing lightning and radiant brilliance, presenting it before the white-haired Heavenly Martial King.

Zhao Yuangang gripped the axe as if it were a re blade of grass.

Though his body was on its last days, it suddenly appeared to possess boundless power. Everyone watching couldn’t help but feel that he could still wield the axe, charge into an army of a million soldiers, carve through their ranks unyieldingly, and erge undefeated.

Zhao Yuangang gently caressed his lifelong companion in battle, the “old comrade,” and raised his head. His previously clouded and dim eyes now glead faintly, glancing downward.

“Nanxin.”

“Grandson here.”

From the end of the red carpet, a young general in golden armor with an air of vitality and confidence raised his head to respond, hastily stepping forward and kneeling reverently.

“Today…”

In his aged yet authoritative voice, the Heavenly Martial King began to speak slowly, about to continue, when suddenly a light laugh echoed through the hall.

“Hold on, no need to rush.”

The voice, clear and gentle, though not particularly loud, reverberated throughout the hall and courtyard, perating hearts and minds.

It carried a unique tone that compelled careful attention and made it impossible to ignore.

As a result, all surrounding sounds faded away, even the solemn voice of the Heavenly Martial King being entirely suppressed.

Everyone turned back in astonishnt.

Surely, they thought, this must be so brazen individual who dared to interrupt the Heavenly Martial King Zhao Yuangang at such a solemn and sacred mont.

No, not rely an interruption of his speech, but an interruption of the ceremony itself.

As they directed their gaze, they saw a gentle young man in azure robes and a jade crown slowly rise within the hall.

Seated, he seed plain and unremarkable, akin to a scholarly figure well-versed in literature yet humble and courteous. But once he spoke and stood, it was as though a treasured sword had left its sheath, a luminous pearl had co to light—his face radiating brilliance, his spirit soaring with vitality.

In that instant, any anger that had just flared in the hearts of the crowd was inexplicably dispelled.

Several noble ladies and wealthy madams, unable to contain themselves, let out soft gasps of astonishnt.

Soon they realized their impropriety and hurriedly covered their mouths, lowered their heads, and avoided further gaze.

…

This man was none other than Zhou Ping’an.

He considered his actions throughout life to be open and honorable, avoiding unnecessary hostility except where confronted by truly wicked individuals, always leaving room for others when interacting.

Yet, his gracious deanor was re courtesy, and offering others respect was a matter of cultivation.

Zhou Ping’an never entertained the idea of diminishing himself to accommodate others.

When he inquired about the reward, the Heavenly Star Stone, Zhao Yuanque and the Old Madam of the Prince Mansion had rely postponed the issue, promising to provide clarification three days later in the presence of the Heavenly Martial King. Fine—he waited.

Even though minor disappointnts occurred along the way, he treated them as insignificant, as though ignored by unruly children—a matter beneath concern.

After all, he was but a passing visitor; petty provocations incapable of harming him were not worth engaging with.

Moreover, it wasn’t his place to educate the heirs of the Heavenly Martial Prince Mansion on how to beco responsible individuals.

However, three days later, on the day of the succession ceremony—

The Heavenly Martial King Zhao Yuangang had already appeared, yet he acted as though it was unimportant.

Not only had they failed to clarify the terms of the reward, but the Heavenly Star Stone remained unseen. This was intolerable.

The implication was clear: once the succession was complete, the mantle passed, and the Prince Mansion flourished anew, the task’s issuer would simply pass away.

How then would Zhou Ping’an collect his due?

Should he rely on re luck, spending decades scouring the Jianghu in search of the coveted unrefined Heavenly Star Stone?

Just how fortunate would he need to be to locate an unused stone?

After ticulous research over these days, Zhou Ping’an had discerned precisely what was missing. The Ultimate Fla Gem extracted from the Ultimate Fla Master’s sword lacked the mysterious resonance essential for employing the Heavenly Origin Nine Apertures thod to unlock the Body Orifices.

It wasn’t due to the suppression of worldly forces but rather the absence of an inscrutable ambiance.

The gem could serve only as a tool for storage and energy bursts.

Just like the Golden Thunder Axe held by Zhao Tiangang and the Wind Spirit Sword wielded by Zhao Wuque, neither resonated with Zhou Ping’an’s cultivation technique.

‘My knowledge still has gaps.’

Zhou Ping’an did not dwell on this matter. The void of endless worlds held infinite knowledge unknown to him, knowledge he could not fully grasp. He understood that finished weapons were of no use to him; only unrefined “raw stones” mattered.

Since Shadow Pavilion had verified and approved the Heavenly Martial King Zhao Yuangang’s issued task, it wasn’t plausible they hadn’t reviewed the reward.

Thus, this old man undoubtedly possessed a collection of Heavenly Star Stone “raw stones.”

As for why he would need Heavenly Star Stones despite owning the Golden Thunder Axe, Zhou Ping’an deduced that the energy of spiritual weapons might gradually diminish and deteriorate over ti, requiring the absorption of void energy from other stones for recharging…