Under One Person: Please Call Me Golden Flash

Chapter 85 I will absolutely not look back.

"Master, you are joking. This junior really doesn't know where this nickname came from."

Moreover, for someone to call himself "Lord Lei" in front of you is like playing with wood in front of Lu Ban (a legendary carpenter) or showing off one's axe skills in front of Guan Yu (a legendary swordsman).

Zhao Zhen gave a somewhat forced smile.

"Hahaha, what does it matter? Even if the Celestial Master's Mansion has inherited the Five Thunder Orthodox Method for a thousand years, it doesn't mean that thunder belongs exclusively to us."

"Thunder is divine punishment. Since you, Zhao Zhen, have the ability to unleash 'divine punishment' on those little devils, you naturally deserve the title of 'Thunder Lord'!"

Zhang Jingqing laughed heartily, then turned her gaze to Zhang Zhiwei and the others standing to the side.

"So, have you finished watching?"

"Master, I've finished reading."

Zhang Zhiwei nodded, a serious expression flashing across his face.

"Regarding this matter of encircling and suppressing the ninja of Mount Hiei, I intend to personally lead the five of you to the border."

"Master, just who are these ninja from Mount Hiei? How come they were able to attract the combined forces of four families, and also call upon our Celestial Master's Mansion, Shangqing Temple, and Putuo Temple?"

Zhang Zhiwei asked with some curiosity.

It should be noted that although the four families are of the same blood and lineage, it has been several hundred years since they joined forces to defend against an enemy.

"The Hieiyama Ninja Clan is a ninja organization with a history of over 100 years in Japan. It originated from a group of ninjas who retreated to the deep mountains after being betrayed by those in power."

They are known for their ninjutsu and assassination skills, and their methods are somewhat similar to those of the Tang Clan in Sichuan.

The reason they were reinstated by the Japanese military this time is probably because they reached some kind of agreement. I guess it might be a deal like exchanging military merit for social acceptance.

Regardless of the reason, these guys are no less dangerous than the Tang Clan, so this cancer must be completely eradicated before war breaks out.

Zhao Zhen began to explain at Zhang Jingqing's prompting gaze.

"The Tang Clan..."

Zhang Zhiwei's gaze sharpened slightly.

There's an unspoken rule in the world of supernatural beings: never provoke someone from the Tang Clan.

The Tang Clan is called a sect, but in reality, it's just an assassin organization.

If you provoke them, you may not suffer any retaliation at the time, but if someone takes money to the Tang Clan to buy your head, the Tang Clan will definitely be happy to do the business.

According to the rules of the Tang Clan, once a job is accepted, they will never abandon the mission unless the target dies.

Once someone is on the Tang Clan's assassination list, as long as the Tang Clan exists, that person will spend the rest of their life in constant fear.

Assassination, concealment, poisoning—they use every means at their disposal, all for the sake of successfully assassinating their targets and completing their missions.

As assassins of the Tang Clan, these people show almost no emotion when carrying out missions, acting like ruthless killing machines.

Therefore, when Zhao Zhen mentioned that the Hieisan Ninja Clan was an organization similar to the Tang Clan, Zhang Zhiwei immediately realized the seriousness of the matter.

If we allow such a dangerous enemy to set foot on this land, and if a full-scale war breaks out in the future, who knows how many of our own people will die at the hands of these guys without knowing why.

"Master, when do we set off?"

"Let's not delay, go back and pack our things, we'll set off first thing tomorrow morning!"

"Yes!"

After clasping his hands in greeting and leaving the main hall of the Celestial Master's Mansion, Zhao Zhen followed Zhang Zhiwei and his group back to their quarters.

"Sorry, Lao Zhao, I don't have time to clean your room separately today. You'll have to squeeze in with us tonight."

"It's ok."

Zhao Zhen shook his head and turned to look at the disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion who were still bandaging their wounds in the room.

Although there were no casualties in the battle in the valley just now, even if Zhao Zhen's Golden Escape was strong, it was inevitable that he would be injured.

Just as Sato Ichiro said, they were also elites among the Japanese superhumans, and their strength was by no means weak. If it weren't for the powerful alliance of Zhang Zhiwei and Zhao Zhen, two "supermodels" working together, one openly and one covertly, even if the outcome were the same, the disciples of the Celestial Master's Mansion would probably have suffered many casualties!
"It's still early, want to go for a walk together?" Zhang Zhiwei suddenly invited Zhao Zhen.

"Ah."

Zhao Zhen nodded, and then the two of them left the disciples' quarters together and began to stroll along the mountain path.

"Sigh, it's like a storm is brewing. I wonder how long this brief calm will last."

Zhang Zhiwei shook his head and sighed with some melancholy.

"Brother Zhiwei, you felt it too?"

"It's not just a feeling; anyone with eyes can see that these little devils have wolfish ambitions and won't be satisfied so easily."

Have you ever seen a jackal that doesn't eat meat? I certainly have.

"Yes, just like along my way, even in places that the Japanese hadn't occupied yet, there were already strongholds they had built in advance."

Those who died in the valley were merely Japanese soldiers stationed in strongholds within Jiangxi province.

"Old Zhao, how have you been feeling all these years outside the Great Wall?"

"The Japanese are far more technologically advanced than us. Their strategic technologies, such as trains and radio, are already quite mature."

And to make matters worse, our higher-ups are still slow to realize this... Sigh, it's tough...

No matter how powerful the superhumans are, they are ultimately just a minority and cannot determine the course of the battle.

Moreover, with the advancement of technology, the influence of supernatural beings on the battlefield will only weaken over time.

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhiwei fell silent for a moment, but a faint smile soon appeared on his face.

"I'm just a hermit Taoist priest, not as far ahead as you think. But there's an old saying: do your best and accept your fate; there's no need to force things."

Just like this siege of the Hieiyama ninja, this is our battlefield.

Just focus on doing your own job well; as for the rest, you don't really need to worry about it too much.

"Well, you're right."

Zhao Zhen nodded.

No matter how difficult or thorny the road ahead may be, at least he knows that there is light ahead.

Just do your own thing well and keep moving forward step by step.

Ordinary people have their own battlefield, and extraordinary people have their own battlefield; just do your best.

"After this annihilation of the Hieiyama ninja, do you still plan to stay outside the pass?"

"I don't know, let's wait until I come back alive."

Zhang Zhiwei was slightly taken aback, then smiled and patted Zhao Zhen on the shoulder.

"With your Golden Stream Light protecting you, you should be able to save your life even in the worst situation, right?"

"I'm fine on my own, but what about you guys?"

"As for us? We'll just leave it to fate. If a cultivator can't even see through life and death, then all these years of cultivation have been in vain."

Old Zhao, don't worry about us. If things really get dangerous, just run.

"Don't worry, when that time comes, I will definitely not look back."

"Haha, it has to be you again."

……

In the distance, the setting sun was like blood, and half of the sky was dyed a decadent orange-red, like splashed cinnabar mixed with twilight.

(End of this chapter)