Absolute Double Power
Verse-9

That day was the Xianqiwu-day of blessing…

The Yuoji people worship at the temple.

The Great Spirit God Temple was the largest in the city of Zhujia.

An elder-again monk from the Guardian— Spirit Hall led the prayer, replacing Ma Tuoli. His name is Kai Fang. Better known as Monk Fang. No better than Ma Tuoli.

"Oh, God of the Great Spirit. giver of wealth and abundance of crops, look at this people of yours, the poor nation of Yuoji.." so he began his prayer.

A young man watched the priest from the crowd with his hands crossed, his face hidden under the hood of his dark-colored robe.

"They come to You with offerings." Monk Fang continued.

The young man smiled cynically.

"From their crops, livestock and a small part of their wealth, they submit to You to be enslaved and receive you as king over their lives. Now you have seen how easily they forget their gods. They are now yours!"

Debutant the fucking Spirit Hall!

Along with that, on the other side of the temple…

A rogues—a twenty-year-old boy dressed in ninja complete with a face cover and head sheath, sneaking into the temple that only elder monks like Ma Tuoli are allowed to enter because it is considered the most sacred where the great god will appear to enlighten only the chosen one.

But it was in that place where the elder monk hoarded the treasures of all who came to make offerings.

And. because the place was considered sacred, the guard monks would not even dare to set foot even if it was only in his court.

So so far, the rogues have won a lot.

The rogue ninja crawled through a hole above his head using a hemp rope commonly used to make sacks and whips, the other hermit who was also dressed in the same mysterious ninja but covered in a dull black shabby coat with a headscarf.

The hole was made by them the night before after spying on the situation and understanding the temple floor plan by disguising themselves as devotees.

When viewed from the outside, the hole was only an ordinary road hole because the location of the treasure storage warehouse of the elder monk was in the basement hidden under the temple altar.

It could be said to be the secret room behind the secret room.

No one was suspicious even though people were milling through the alley between the temple wall and the wall of the Protective Spirit Hall that turned their backs, and found a young man bowing there clad in a worn coat. At first glance people thought that the young man was just a beggar who used to live in the storefront and in the narrow alleys like that place.

While the young man waited, his partner down there packed the stolen treasure into a prepared bag and tied it to a rope.

The young man below will give a sign by shaking the rope as a signal if it is time for the young man above to pull the rope.

Pouches filled with silver and gold were pulled out through the same hole.

When it came to the time when the young man at the bottom had to go up, four soldiers patrolling the Luoji nation suddenly flashed in the alley and found the young man wearing a worn coat.

"Hey! Yuoji!" One of the soldiers shouted at the young man while casting a probing glare.

They stopped within two spears in front of the young man. Don't dare be rash to get any closer.

The way the Yuoji people dress and the Luoji people can indeed be distinguished easily just by looking at the basic materials of the fabric and the distinctive patterns of each nation.

The Luoji people wear the best silk materials to make their clothes with a luxurious metallic color, while the Yuoji people make clothes from cotton with batik patterns painted by craftsmen.

It could be said that their clothes differed like slaves and masters.

"What are you doing there?" the patrolman asked him with a watchful look.

Meanwhile, from down there, his partner also questioned the same thing, "What are you doing there?" the young man below hissed sharply towards the hole, not daring to sound any louder. He shook the rope but got no reaction.

"Why are you hiding your face?" the soldier asked again.

"I'm just a servant of peril, sir!" answer the young man.

"Show us your face!" hardik the soldier.

The young man was getting more and more down.

Below, the other young man started to rile. "What's going on?" fidgety hissing. "Hey—what's there?" he shook his rope even tighter.

"Let down your fucking headgear!" the soldier repeated his orders.

The young man cleared his throat, he raised one of his hands slowly and snatched away his hood, then lowered it while raising his face and grinning, and two of the four soldiers felt like they had a warning.

Porcelain white taper face seraut, long shiny black hair as straight as a ruler partially tied in hun style. Its golden-brown fox eyes give the appearance of wilderness wanderer eyes commonly used to look far into the dark terrain.

"I know him!" whispered one of the soldiers with a huff.

Their leader glanced at him with squinted eyes.

"Shasho. He's dangerous" the soldier told me.

Shashou is the name given to a member of the new Kaida-sect Dagger Sect belonging to a rebel group calling itself an alliance of indigenous youth, believed to be the splinter of the oldest dagger sect of the radical wing of Kuangre.

The leader's soldiers cleared their throat and looked up while folding both hands behind his body and puffing out his chest. "Follow us!" his orders to the young man. "Let's go see your employer if you tell me the truth."

"Okay" the young man replied with a smile. "Why should I refuse?" the rope in his grasp suddenly tightened, a sign that his companion below was climbing. Without a second thought, he let go of the rope and immediately the young man below fell on the floor of the basement, leaving behind a thunderous thumping sound that could attract attention.

BRUK!

"Open Zu!" squealing the youth under the leachability.

Hua Zu stepped slowly towards the soldiers with both hands still folded behind his body.

The soldiers came in unison and at once Hua Zu twisted his body while jumping up and down to two spears in a motion as light as wind, simultaneously, three small daggers were ejected from the sidelines of his fingers, then shot towards them.

SLASHY!

SLASHY!

BRUISES!

Two soldiers slammed back and fell on the floor of the corridor. The other two managed to dodge.

"Shasho!" one of the soldiers on the floor shouted loudly sending emergency signals to the other patrol group, shortly before losing consciousness.

And in an instant four other soldiers sprung up from the opposite direction, overtaking the other four. Simultaneously the first two soldier spears shot towards Hua Zu's chest.

Hua Zu jumped to the side of the alley, then set his foot against the wall of the Guardian Spirit Hall to then bounce off the temple wall, then set his foot again on the temple wall to then bounce again to the other side, then bounced off, and so on he bounced back and forth to dodge every attack. Every single jump, his body was getting up.

And so far, those patrolling soldiers could still be overcome easily without having to bother disposing of the chicae. However, the situation began to be urgent when a special army of immortal troops better known as the royal guard began to intervene.

Of course their abilities were not on par with ordinary soldiers.

Unwilling to take the risk, Hua Zu finally decided to join his companion in the temple basement, and plunged himself into the pit.

As soon as he landed on the floor of the basement, the situation was not much better.

That place is surrounded too!