Clan Rise: Starting as a Grandfather

Chapter 138: Chapter 134: As an official, I conduct myself with integrity and sit with propriety. How could I be a flower thief!

The area was pitch-black, and even with Yang Zhenshan’s vision surpassing that of an ordinary person, he could only see clearly for a few meters around him. Beyond ten meters, everything was but vague shadows, completely indiscernible.

However, the sounds of combat directed him toward the action, and he soon arrived at the location of the fight.

”Sir!”

Before he could get any closer, Wei Cen had already pulled him into a secluded alley.

”Over there!”

Yang Zhenshan hid in the alley and looked up toward the rooftops not far away.

He saw two shadows entangled with each other, with sparks flying every now and then from the clash of weapons. It was really too dark, and he couldn’t make out the movements of their exchange at all.

”Is that a swordsman?” Yang Zhenshan could vaguely make out that one of the figures was wielding a long sword.

”Mm, the one with the short blade should be Hou Jun, but I don’t know who that swordsman is,” Wei Cen whispered in an almost inaudible voice.

”Where are your men?” Yang Zhenshan frowned.

”They are all in hiding!”

Yang Zhenshan nodded slightly, making no other move, just quietly observing.

Originally, they had wanted to follow the trail and see if they could catch a big fish, but they had not expected someone unexpected like Cheng Yaojin to appear on the scene.

And it seemed that this Cheng Yaojin was far more powerful than Hou Jun, suppressing Hou Jun firmly. Hou Jun had attempted to escape several times but had been unsuccessful.

But if Hou Jun were to be taken down by this Cheng Yaojin, wouldn’t that mean they had wasted their opportunity for nothing?

Yang Zhenshan knitted his brows, pondering whether or not to lend Hou Jun a hand.

At the same time, he was curious about the identity of this swordsman.

By looking at the moves and style, it was clear that he was a Jianghu Martial Artist.

Would his intervention make Hou Jun more vigilant?

Just as Yang Zhenshan was hesitating, another whooshing sound pierced the air, and in an instant, another figure joined the battle.

Yang Zhenshan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

Was there truly a big fish?

The new arrival was helping Hou Jun, and with his intervention, he stood in front of Hou Jun, forcing the swordsman to retreat.

This person wielded twin sabers and, like a ghostly apparition, continuously dodged about. His strength and speed were so formidable that he forced the swordsman to retreat repeatedly.

”Who is this person?”

It is uncommon for someone to wield twin sabers.

Such a complicated weapon would not be chosen by military generals on the battlefield. While Jianghu Martial Artists could use all eighteen types of traditional weapons, twin sabers were a rarer choice.

Using twin sabers meant that the Martial Artist needed to practice a matching Saber Skill.

Common Cultivation Techniques indicate popularity, making it easier to find suitable methods to learn.

A niche weapon means there are fewer practitioners, making it harder to find a matching Cultivation Technique to reference or practice.

Weapons like the twin sabers are certainly rarer than common ones such as swords, spears, and halberds.

And a master of twin sabers should be easier to recognize because there are fewer practitioners, and even fewer who are well-known by name.

However, Wei Cen simply shook his head, saying, ”I don’t know!”

Yang Zhenshan was not disappointed that Wei Cen didn’t know; on the contrary, his eyes lit up with excitement.

Wei Cen’s ignorance meant that the twin-saber wielding Martial Artist was an existence that the Secret Martial Guards had not yet identified.

This meant that they had found a new lead.

”Keep an eye on him, I’ll rescue that swordsman and see who it is!”

While they were talking, the swordsman could no longer hold on, pressed into retreat by the twin-saber Martial Artist, on the brink of being killed on the spot.

After a brief statement, Yang Zhenshan leaped into the fray.

His Light Body Skill might not be the best, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t fast.

The full-speed dashing Yang Zhenshan was definitely not slower than Red Cloud.

In the blink of an eye, Yang Zhenshan had reached the combatants, followed by a swift motion of his sweeping sleeve.

A rustling sound hurled toward the twin-saber Martial Artist as Yang Zhenshan’s form spun around, snatching the swordsman by the shoulder and darting away in the direction opposite of the garrison office.