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I am here.
I will soon separate from Zhao Wen and notify all the villagers to gather at the village entrance with their weapons. Zhao An decisively issued the order.
Before long, with the efforts of Zhao Feng and Zhao Wen, all the residents of Zhao Family Village received the alarm and quickly gathered at the village entrance, armed with farming tools and makeshift weapons. Even Tong Yuan, who was practicing his marksmanship in the training ground, learned of this news not through a direct report from Zhao Family Village. As he informed others in the training area, they happened to overhear him.
Afterward, he took the initiative to run to the entrance of Zhao Family Village and requested Zhao An to allow him to join the action. Just yesterday, Tong Yuan was on his sickbed, barely clinging to life, and now he wanted to participate in such a dangerous situation. If outsiders were to learn of this, how would they judge Zhao Family Village? Zhao An patiently advised him:
"Teacher Tong, your body has not fully recovered; it would be better for you to stay here this time."
He continued, "Given the urgency of this situation, if anything were to happen and Zhao Yun found out, he might blame me for life."
However, Tong Yuan shook his head and replied, "In such circumstances, how can I stand by idly? Even if I were to distance myself from this situation, what would others say about me? They would either commend your kindness for not letting an old man like me take risks or mock me for being a once-great master of marksmanship who has now become a coward."
"Moreover," he added, "despite my age, my skills in martial arts may still surpass yours by a considerable margin. If we truly encounter danger, perhaps it is I who will be safer."
"And my injuries were healed by that Immortal Sir. If you still have doubts about me, does that mean you do not trust even Immortal Sir?"
Having reached this point in their conversation, Zhao An could no longer insist on stopping him. Besides, Tong Yuan's reasoning was indeed sound. Given his current martial arts prowess, it was uncertain who would truly escape unharmed in a real confrontation.
His reputation was well-deserved; despite having suffered from numerous internal ailments and diminished vitality in the past, his martial arts skills still held advantages that even young warriors might struggle to surpass.
A young man like Zhao Yun, despite his tender age, displayed extraordinary potential and strength. His mastery of spear techniques was gradually surpassing that of his predecessors; he simply needed more practical combat experience.
However, things were different now. After drinking the miraculous milk, all his injuries had healed, and even the long-lost energy within him surged back. Coupled with years of accumulated combat experience, he felt confident that even if the two most powerful families in Xinghua Village united to attack Zhao Family Village, he could defeat them just as his father had done seven years ago.
In case of an absolute emergency, he wouldn't even need to summon the Immortal Sir to fight for him. With the hundreds of sets of armor and standardized weapons stored in the underground warehouse, he possessed enough strength to repeatedly thwart the two families of Xinghua Village, potentially even dismantling them entirely.
Yet, it was best if such a scenario never occurred. Once these armaments were exposed to the light of day, they could easily attract the attention of the court, leading to even greater calamities. Summoning the Immortal Sir was also not a wise strategy; doing so might provoke divine displeasure. After all, the deities were not mere subordinates of the Zhao Family; it was through the blessings granted by these gods that the Zhao Family had managed to survive.
"Very well then," said Tong Master. "You must remember to protect yourself. Unless absolutely necessary, do not expose yourself recklessly."
"We of the Zhao Family are not weak; we will handle this matter well."
Tong Yuan nodded in agreement. "Chief, we have been friends for many years. I have great confidence in your abilities."
"By the way, where have Zhao Yun, Zhao Yu, and Zhao Liang gone? It's surprising not to see them around in such a big place."
"Especially Zhao Yun," he added. "His martial skills have reached a high level now. With their support, our chances of victory for Zhao Family Village would increase significantly."
Zhao An smiled slightly and replied, "Oh, they are accompanying the Immortal Sir, so they weren't called over."
Upon hearing this, Tong Yuan was slightly taken aback but quickly nodded in understanding. "Accompanying the Immortal Sir is indeed very important. If I were younger, I would gladly go serve as a little attendant for him."
"You made the right decision. Regardless, we mortals should not disturb the deities."
Zhao An nodded in agreement.
"Yes, Chief, we have been old friends for many years, and I have great trust in your abilities. By the way, where are Zhao Yun, Zhao Yu, and Zhao Liang? Why haven't those boys shown up? It's such an important matter; why are they absent? Especially Zhao Yun—this child has martial skills that are now on par with mine. If they were here, even in a confrontation, Zhao Family Village would have a better chance of victory."
Zhao An smiled and replied, "Hehe, they are accompanying Immortal Sir and I didn't call them over."
Tong Yuan was taken aback for a moment but then nodded. "It is indeed good to be with Immortal Sir. If I weren't so old, I would also wish to serve Immortal Sir."
"You have considered this thoroughly. For us mortals, it is true that we should not disturb Immortal Sir," Zhao An agreed.
At the entrance of Zhao Family Village, the young and strong men of the village had gathered. However, compared to the over a thousand people from the alliance of the Chu Family and Xiahou Family, Zhao Family could muster less than four hundred able-bodied men.
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