The Ancestral Legacy Begins in the Wild West

Chapter 131 Secret Technique: Bingzi Pepper Forest Express Delivery

In the memory fragments before Zhang Chang'an's eyes, Tie Zhougong shook his head, and then waited for Xiao Ju's reply: "When we dealt with those two inside and secured the victory, he faced Okita and Mr. Sakamoto at the same time, and dragged them out until the end of the battle."

Tie Zhougong was slightly moved by this; the old monk in robes who had briefly fought with him was indeed far too strong.

"and then?"

"Then, the battle ended. Because he hadn't killed a single person from beginning to end, he successfully gained their trust. As long as he wasn't carrying a weapon and was indeed too busy to deal with everyone, the anti-shogunate faction wouldn't do anything to him."

As Xiaoju spoke, she slammed the katana in her hand, sheath and all, onto the ground: "I met him a few days ago on the outskirts of Kyoto. He said that he had repaid the debt of gratitude the shogunate had shown him for reviving this era, and now he was going to act according to his own will."

During the Warring States period, he spent his entire life as a resident monk, studying spear techniques and the art of life and death. Now, he wants to become a wandering monk, to first understand this era.

As Xiao Ju spoke, she turned her gaze back to Tie Zhougong: "The awakening I experienced was not complete. What was revived in me was mainly my skills, not a complete personality like those people."

"However, the sword and swordsmanship used by my ancestor contained his thoughts and some of his life experiences, so I was probably influenced by him in some way."

"I'm feeling a bit lost right now, so I'm thinking of doing what Hozoin-san did: going out for a walk and seeing the world."

Tie Zhougong was quite nonchalant about his friend's departure, perhaps even more so than Zhang Chang'an.

But it was at this moment that Xiao Ju put forward his idea.

He will return the swallows and teach them to Iron Boat Master.

The next moment, the memory fragments shifted, and the two arrived in the courtyard behind the workshop.

At this moment, Zhang Chang'an also noticed the slight differences between Tie Zhougong and himself.

Tie Zhougong's health had indeed recovered, but he was noticeably thinner than before. This was normal, given that Tie Zhougong was a mechanic, not a martial artist.

But this does not mean that his combat ability is much weaker.

Xiao Ju slashed her long sword fiercely at Tie Zhougong. A beam of sword light covered the sky in front of her, extremely dangerous, while two other sword beams covered two other directions.

However, the man opposite Tie Zhougong, whose body was not particularly robust, was clearly wearing an extremely exaggerated exoskeleton armor over his clothes.

The two arms, combined with hydraulic rods, drive shafts, and heavy outer plates, resemble the arms of a gorilla.

Clearly, everything Zhang Chang'an did in the past was actually changing history.

However, there may be slight discrepancies in the details.

For example, the one who stormed into Nijo Castle that day might not have been a Han general on horseback; he could have been Kyoto Iron Man.

"Clang clang clang————" Clinging to the mechanical arm, Bingzi Jiaolin, like a dagger or short sword, blocked Xiaoju's blade strikes again and again.

Within Zhang Chang'an's body, wave after wave of inherited memories surged forth.

"call----"

"My ancestor comprehended this sword technique on a day after the rain had cleared. A simple combination of strikes, yet it cleaved through the swallows flying in the air. Hence the name, Swallow Return!"

"Whoosh whoosh whoosh!"

Once again, without realizing it, Zhang Chang'an took a step forward, his hands naturally clenched in the air, and while taking a deep breath, he suddenly began to swing them.

The airflow in front of him seemed to stop moving for a moment, and his nerve perception seemed to enter a state even faster than the Death Eye state.

When he came to his senses, his hands had already waved three times in the blink of an eye.

"Phew—" The fragments of memory before his eyes slowly faded, and Zhang Chang'an released his hands, scratching his head: "Luckily, I wasn't holding a knife just now."

Within his body, two newly acquired skills were silently churning, slowly being digested by his entire being.

Both of these moves are unique techniques that can be executed in a short time by relying on physical strength and skill. Therefore, he had a good understanding of them as soon as they were absorbed into his body.

"I know the skill effects like the back of my hand, but this is the first time I've found out exactly how much it consumes."

He patted his chest and silently assessed: "The three-stage breakthrough of the Pingqing Eye mainly relies on endurance, especially breathing."

Although it's called the third level, and I don't have mechanical lungs, traditional Chinese martial arts emphasize breathing. Under normal use, I should be able to achieve at least the fifth level. Any higher, and I'll need to adjust my breathing slightly afterward.

"And the Swallow Return—this move is very energy-consuming, and physically demanding too. Little Orange's physique is so fragile; she's exhausted after just one use. Even with my exoskeleton, I can only manage about three or four uses before I become somewhat weak."

In any case, they are two brand-new and powerful skills, which is a good thing.

Zhang Chang'an pondered for a moment, then put the matter of the family genealogy out of his mind.

"Sigh—" He stretched lazily, then silently pushed the door open and went out.

The scene outside was similar to when he went in; it was nearing night, and there weren't many people on the streets.

"Is no one inside?" Zhang Chang'an asked, glancing at Chi Qingqiu who was still sitting at the front desk.

"Hmm." Xiaochi was already packing her things, her slightly curly short hair draped over her shoulders, looking quite tired.

"When you're done with work, pack up early and head home. I don't provide transportation, so you'll have to take care of your own safety," Zhang Chang'an said casually as he pushed open the studio door and looked inside.

Their operation is small, so they don't need to be too particular about working hours. Besides, he had just sent a serial killer to jail not long ago, and the killer still has some PTSD. Even though Xiao Chi's rented house seems to be very close to here, he still has to casually remind him.

"Okay," Koike said, slinging her crossbody bag over her shoulder and getting ready to go out and ride her electric scooter.

But before leaving, she suddenly turned around and added, "By the way, boss, when are you going to take that thing away? It's taking up a lot of space at the front desk."

Zhang Chang'an was taken aback upon hearing this. As he closed the inner door of the photography studio, he silently turned to look at the front desk.

There, a large, long wooden crate was positioned behind the chair at the front desk. A foreign language overseas shipping label was attached to it.

"Hiss—" Upon seeing this thing, memories that weren't originally in Zhang Chang'an's mind suddenly began to surge: "Forgot, forgot, I'll take it now."

As he spoke, he lifted the heavy wooden crate, which was almost as tall as a person, with one hand. To Xiao Chi's slightly surprised look, he casually carried it with one hand, walked to the door, closed the door, and said goodbye to him: "Go back quickly, go back quickly, I still have some things to take care of here."

"Click—" After the door closed, Zhang Chang'an quickly returned to his room and pried open the nailed wooden box with his bare hands.

Sure enough, two things were hidden inside, which were carefully guarded.

An ancient, simple straight-bladed sword, and a long, thick spearhead.