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When he heard his father say that the Dragon Gallbladder Bright Silver Spear would be offered to the divine, he felt a twinge of disappointment. Just a slight one, though. After all, the storage magic box and the self-protecting artifact armor were clearly worth far more than the Dragon Gallbladder Bright Silver Spear. Zhao Yun understood well the distinction between the sacred and the mundane.
However, he was taken aback when, moments later, this divine being generously gifted him such a precious weapon. Zhao Yun was momentarily speechless, unable to find any words to express the emotions stirring deep within him. He realized with clarity that he was determined to follow this divine figure for the rest of his life. No matter who came to challenge that decision, it would not waver. Even if Yun Xiao Yi were to demand that he walk through fire and climb mountains immediately, he would do so without hesitation, charging forward with resolve.
Yun Xiao Yi patted Zhao Yun on the shoulder and said, "What do you think of this Dragon Gallbladder Bright Silver Spear? I've heard your spear skills are unparalleled; if you have some free time, why not demonstrate them for me?"
Gripping the Dragon Gallbladder Bright Silver Spear tightly, Zhao Yun bowed and replied, "If the Divine Lord has any preferences, this humble servant is willing to oblige and can demonstrate at any time."
As he effortlessly stowed away the Dragon Gallbladder Bright Silver Spear, all eyes turned to Zhao An as if seeking answers about how this pile of armor and weapons had come to be here. While the situation regarding the weapons was somewhat understandable, given that royal power was gradually being weakened in favor of local authorities...
Without mentioning the wealthy families, even some powerful local tyrants would secretly forge and stockpile weapons for emergencies. The key point is that these fine armors are expensive to produce, and only with official permission can skilled craftsmen be allowed to oversee their creation. Otherwise, it would be a violation of the law. Minor offenses could lead to exile in the borderlands, while serious ones could risk losing one’s life.
Moreover, not only is illegal production punishable, but even engaging in trade is a grave crime that could endanger one’s life. The numerous armors displayed here are all at least Iron Armor grade, and there are even exquisite chainmail pieces that only generals and above are permitted to wear. This is likely not just a simple theft from the imperial elite forces' supplies.
Seemingly unable to bear the curious gazes of the crowd, Zhao An finally spoke up to explain. In fact, those armors and weapons were something we acquired by accident. This all dates back seven years ago when a group of Mountain Bandits descended from the Tai Mountain Range to raid our Zhao Family Village.
Zhao An then recounted the events in detail. It was a deep night seven years ago when Zhao Family Village was suddenly attacked by a group of bandits from the Tai Mountain Range. Due to the unexpected nature of the assault, everyone was asleep and could not prepare in time. The bandits breached the earthen walls and invaded the village.
What was even more terrifying was that these bandits were extremely brutal, showing no regard for the lives of the elderly, women, or children, plunging Zhao Family Village into an unprecedented crisis that nearly led to its destruction. At that moment, fortunately, the elders of the Zhao Family, including Zhao An's father, stepped forward and quickly organized the villagers. Men and women of all ages took up arms together.
United in their efforts to fend off the invading marauders, the villagers fought valiantly. Ultimately, through their relentless determination, they managed to repel the bandits, albeit at a grave cost—nearly half of their number sacrificed. The elder generation suffered the most during this conflict. For instance, Zhao Chen lost both of his legs in battle, while Zhao Yun's mother, Zhao An's wife, perished while protecting her family.
It is important to note that the armor and weapons were not spoils from that battle. Had the bandits been equipped with such gear, Zhao Family Village would have stood no chance of resistance. One must never underestimate the power of armor; in an era where might ruled, a quality suit of armor could significantly enhance the wearer's defensive capabilities. This was especially crucial for cavalry, as even an ordinary army could stand against many foes if well-equipped.
Regardless, those armors and weapons were indeed linked to that group of bandits. After defending their homeland, Zhao An became the patriarch of the Zhao Family. He was a man who would not tolerate humiliation and believed in the Confucian principle of retribution—blood for blood. He understood that revenge required careful planning and could not be executed recklessly.
To this end, Zhao An secretly gathered intelligence about the bandits and, once he had sufficient information, bribed one of them to act as an informant while waiting for the right moment to strike. One day, when most of the bandits were out raiding, Zhao An led several dozen Qing Ren from Zhao Family Village into their lair. Knowing that a direct confrontation would be disastrous, he opted for cunning over brute force.
On the eve of the bandits' return, he mixed a potent substance into the food and drink prepared for their celebratory feast.
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