Chapter 668: Impersonation Show

Opposite Pan Yun: …

The three stared intently at Pan Yun, silently counting.

After three breaths, all three raised their swords and charged forward.

"Pan Yun" roared: "Why am I discovered again?"

Seeing Miao Zhen: "My junior uncle would never pause this long. Of course, if you asked her, she'd immediately reply, 'Fuck your dog's shit, who taught you to ask such a question?' then beat you up."

In another direction, Wang Cong asked the opposite Pan Yun with a solemn expression: "Junior uncle, if I and Master Gu both fall into the water, who do you save first?"

"Fuck your dog's shit, who taught you to ask such a question?"

Wang Cong raised his sword and charged, calling out to Qu Le: "She's fake!"

Qu Le didn't hesitate—he followed Wang Cong and slashed forward.

After a fierce battle, once "Pan Yun" was chopped into shreds, Qu Le asked: "How did you know she was fake?"

Wang Cong wore a solemn expression: "Junior uncle curses everyone—except herself. No, wait—my junior uncle is a polite child; she wouldn't curse at all."

Qu Le: …

Zhang Weiliang closely followed Xue Shao, stepped into the soft, muddy paddy field, screamed in terror, flailed backward, and plopped heavily into the sludge.

Xue Shao immediately stepped forward to pull him up; Zhang Weiliang, panicked, grabbed his hand with one arm and clutched his sleeve with the other. When they reached Tian Geng, he stared blankly at Xue Shao's filthy sleeve and hand.

Xue Shao asked gently: "Master Zhang, are you alright?"

Zhang Weiliang looked at Xue Shao's gentle face and suddenly asked: "How did you know the earlier Seeing Miao Zhen and Wang Cong were fake?"

Xue Shao replied gently: "Seeing Miao Zhen and Wang Cong are senior-junior siblings; they must understand each other deeply, share a spiritual connection. But when I asked them questions, they paused two breaths and deliberately avoided looking at each other—clearly suspicious."

Zhang Weiliang swallowed hard, gripped his sword tightly, and as Xue Shao turned, thrust it straight at his chest.

To avoid stabbing the wrong one, he deliberately aimed for the right side.

Xue Shao dodged with a flash—his speed was unimaginable.

Zhang Weiliang's eyes widened—he became even more certain: "You're not Xue Shao!"

He immediately formed a hand seal and launched an attack.

"Xue Shao" counterattacked, his expression darkening; he dodged Zhang Weiliang's sword, but wooden thorns continuously sprouting from the ground made him suffer—several pierced through his soles.

He hated this chaotic Shen Dao attack from the Central Plains.

"Where did I slip up?"

"You talked too much!" Zhang Weiliang said. "Xue Shao appears gentle and courteous, and he talks a lot normally—but he never talks to me. The moment we met, you had endless words—strange!"

Zhang Weiliang kept thrusting, thrusting, thrusting: "He's also extremely clean. Others don't notice, but I know—he's even more fastidious than Pan Yun. Whenever possible, he bathes and changes clothes daily—even in the wild, he insists on washing in cold river water. He carries seven or eight handkerchiefs, constantly wiping his hands. Could he have grabbed my hand directly without dodging or avoiding it, like you did?"

Zhang Weiliang shouted: "He'd grab my collar and haul me up—he'd never hold my hand!"

"Xue Shao" fell silent, his attacks growing fiercer: "If you know, then die!"

…

"We're doomed!" Yitian Xintai slapped the tree trunk, eyes red: "We've passed this tree for the third time."

Takenaga Kuninori paced frantically: "What do we do? Our army has no Shen Dao—there's no way to break this array."

The Japanese all grew despondent; even Jianren, who came to earn glory, nearly wept—had he known it was this dangerous, when Pan Yun asked him whether to stay or follow, he'd have chosen to remain in the city.

The great heroes frowned at them, baffled: "Damn it, we haven't even seen the enemy—why are you crying?"

Gao Zhiming: "Since Master Pan told us to leave, it means the farther out we go, the safer we are. I don't believe Japan's Shen Dao can be stronger than our Great Ming Daoists—they must be dueling inside."

"Since we can't get out, better to stop moving and rest than waste energy wandering. Right now, besides darkness, there's no other danger. Maybe soon, Master Pan and the others will scatter these clouds overhead."

Yitian Xintai looked troubled: "Master Gao, it's not that simple. You don't understand—Japan's Shen Dao is powerful. It's long been rumored that the Uchi family has offered sacrifices to the mountain spirit every five years for a hundred years, and only now has the mountain spirit allowed Uchi Dainai Yazi to become His servant. With Dainai Yazi present, the mountain spirit will surely aid the Uchi family—we're all trapped."

Hu Jing snorted: "Servant? Then no problem—Pan Yun is the mountain spirit's disciple. Isn't a disciple stronger than a servant?"

The great heroes, already unafraid, felt their confidence surge—they shouted: "Then what's to fear? We'll win!"

Takenaga Kuninori: "But this is Japan—our mountain spirit is here. Your mountain spirit isn't."

The great heroes fell silent; Song Xuan said: "They're both gods—they must have some connection. Out of basic courtesy, would you beat your friend's disciple just because of a servant?"

A servant certainly isn't worth angering a friend over—but…

Takenaga Kuninori and Yitian Xintai hesitated, feeling something was off about that analogy.

What if the two mountain spirits don't know each other?

What if they know each other but aren't friends?

As they hesitated, Shanming Xiuqi stepped forward, raising his sword and shouting: "I believe!"

His eyes gleamed, resolute: "I believe Master Pan will win!"

Gao Zhiming praised loudly: "Good! No wonder you're from a renowned family—your insight surpasses some!"

Some: Takenaga Kuninori and Yitian Xintai.

Hu Jing said: "I say we follow Master Gao's advice—wait right here."

He understood Pan Yun better than the others; he felt her telling them to leave wasn't just for safety.

His gaze grew heavy: "It's dark—we need torches, and we must form a military formation so flanks can support each other, front and rear can respond, and we don't become isolated forces—prepare for ambush."

Takenaga Kuninori broke into cold sweat: "We're all ordinary people. Facing Shen Dao, we'll just die—no ambush needed."

The great heroes sneered at him: "My fate is mine, not heaven's. Even gods can't take our lives at will—how much less Shen Dao? They haven't even become gods or immortals yet—I dare bet!"

"I dare too!"

"Who's afraid?"

The great heroes weren't afraid; the samurai and soldiers who had stood quietly waiting for orders were stirred—their hearts quickened, their eyes gradually brightened.

Takenaga Kuninori opened his mouth again, but Hu Jing stepped forward, pressing his sword hilt against his waist, whispering: "Say another word to shake morale, and I'll kill you."

Takenaga Kuninori: …

Gao Zhiming and the others stared intently at Takenaga Kuninori, eager to crack open his skull and see whether he was truly stupid—or a spy planted by the Uchi family.

If it is the former, then indeed there is no hope; if it is the latter, then Shan Ming Chifeng is beyond saving.

(End of Chapter)