Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 105 - 102: Using Oneself as Bait, Five Desires Devil Head (Please Subscribe, Requesting Monthly Pass)

Chapter 105: Chapter 102: Using Oneself as Bait, Five Desires Devil Head (Please Subscribe, Requesting Monthly Pass)

Zhou Ping’an’s footsteps slowed slightly, his ears trembling lightly, and a faint luminescence emerged in his eyes.

In Lin Huaiyu’s eyes.

He seemed to be astral traveling, his thoughts drifting away, his attention shifted elsewhere.

Every time she saw him with such an expression, it was because he had sensed an enemy.

"Could it be..."

She thought of a possibility.

"People with twisted minds act unpredictably and are likely to stay and admire their handiwork..."

Unsure if the murderer was still around? Trying to search a bit wouldn’t hurt."

Zhou Ping’an said in a deep voice.

However, there was a slight disappointment in his eyes.

It was evident that he hadn’t found anything amiss.

After a moment of thought, Lin Huaiyu suddenly stepped out of the crowd, then lifted the white veil from her face and casually threw away the snow-shielding hat on her head.

A face of delicate beauty, almost flawless, was made even more tender and delicate by the dampness of the light snow...

She exhaled a long breath of white steam.

Suppressing the anger in her heart, her complexion finally calmed down.

By now, Zhou Ping’an thoroughly understood the disposition of the Third Miss.

While she might appear gentle and delicate on the outside, her inner spirit was as fierce as fire.

Ever since she was fourteen, when she alone killed the "Heavenward Club" of the Five Viscera Realm, a great lecher, one could tell how much she detested the disciples of the Hehuan Sect.

Taking off her hat and veil without reason now was entirely out of character for her, and there could only be one reason for it: she wanted to use herself as bait to lure out that Hehuan Sect disciple.

Because Lin Huaiyu knew all too well just how powerful her bare face was in attracting men with ulterior motives.

This point.

She had known since she was fourteen.

It was also in that year that she was named one of the three beauties of the southwest Martial World.

Her elegant title was "Fairy Huaiyu."

At this moment, with snowflakes drifting down and her hair flying in the wind, Lin Huaiyu stood in the snow, her eyes picturesque, wearing an ordinary robe of green that made her look truly like a fairy who had stepped out of a painting.

She also resembled the elusive spirit of the deep forest.

"Trying wouldn’t hurt."

Zhou Ping’an nodded.

During his time at the academy, his psychology course had covered that the more mentally distorted the criminal, the more they wouldn’t be able to resist showing off.

What they feared the most was that their deeds would go unnoticed.

This could be seen from the mandarin ducks drawn in blood on the shoulder of the victim named "Cui Lian."

Not content with desecrating and killing, they wanted to leave their mark.

It seemed like an attempt to seek fame.

In reality, it was an act of extreme narcissism and wild provocation.

Such people might indeed be lurking nearby, quietly watching.

Of course, this was also a desperate measure.

Casting a wide net and whether one could catch fish was a matter of luck.

By the time they reached the main street, the two encountered no mishap and no suspicious persons were lured out.

It wasn’t that there were no greedy and obsessed gazes, nor was there a lack of malicious intent in people’s eyes.

On the contrary.

There were many.

The men on the street, nine out of ten, had strange looks in their eyes, and their behavior became slightly weird.

Like that scholar in gray clothes who was hurrying along.

Turning his head, he gawked with his mouth open, drooling, completely forgetting to turn his head back to the road, and crashed into a tree, falling to the ground.

A lump the size of an egg formed on his forehead.

But by now, no one had the time to laugh at him.

They were occupied.

After Lin Huaiyu truly stopped hiding her charm, she truly was that stunning.

’When I first arrived and was among the Red Lotus Rebel Army, I saw the Third Miss charging into battle with a ghost mask on. I found it peculiar back then.’

When they were together, she also wore a veil most of the time, and she never took it off in front of people at the manor.

Zhou Ping’an, having seen much and influenced by numerous modern information sources, didn’t take it to heart, just feeling that Third Miss Lin was quite attractive, even capable of stirring his own heartstrings.

Sometimes he thought it might be because he had grown accustomed to her looks after spending a lot of time with her.

Seeing the scene on the street now, he truly understood that it wasn’t just about getting used to her appearance, but that Third Miss Lin truly was that alluring.

In the eyes of the men around them, one could not hide the various possessive and malicious intents.

It was only human nature.

Zhou Ping’an wouldn’t treat everyone as a villain.

’Lust is considered a leading sin, but we should judge by actions, not thoughts; if by thoughts, there would be no flawless person in the world.’

Who, upon seeing a beautiful woman, would not take a few extra looks and fantasize in their mind?

As long as they didn’t take real action and were able to restrain themselves, it didn’t count for much.

...

The two walked at a steady pace, passing through the main street and entering a small lane.

There were far fewer people ahead, and Lin Huaiyu looked a bit disappointed, but she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Being watched by passersby made her very uncomfortable.

Especially as the more mentally sharp a person was, the more they could sense the implications in others’ gazes.

"Shall we turn back and walk again?"

Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but find it amusing.

"No, let’s investigate in secret; as long as that person’s thieving heart endures, they will eventually reveal themselves."

Lin Huaiyu’s expression dulled, obviously regarding the impromptu plan she had made in a moment of impulse as not very promising.

"Pfft..."

Up ahead, a youth dressed in gray clothes, carrying a scholar’s chest on his back, suddenly slipped, tilting the chest so that an item fell onto the snowy ground.

The young man seemed not to notice, finally stabilizing his footing after great effort, he wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and continued to hurry forward as if urgent matters pressed him.

What fell to the ground was a small cloth bag.

The mouth of the bag was not tightly sealed, revealing strands of silver light...

Normally, whether it was Lin Huaiyu or Zhou Ping’an, with their family wealth and experience, not to mention some silver dropped on the ground.

Even if it was gold or precious jade, they wouldn’t even bother.

But at that moment, seeing merely the glint of silver made their hearts beat wildly as if they had spotted a rare treasure.

Furthermore, a strange thought emerged from their minds.

To pick it up and pocket it themselves.

"This is wrong."

In the blink of an eye, Zhou Ping’an realized his mentality was peculiar. The Red Lotus Heart Seal in his mind stirred subtly, and Karmic Fire surged forth three inches.

All manner of greedy thoughts disappeared without a trace as if the spring sun had melted away the snow.

While he underwent rapid changes, Lin Huaiyu, at his side, had already spoken up, seemingly struggling against some thought, calling out with difficulty, "Fellow brother, you’ve dropped your silver."

The youth with the scholar’s chest turned his head abruptly, saw the money bag, and said with a face full of gratitude, "Thank you, miss; this is..."

"Be careful."

Zhou Ping’an had just come to his senses, dispelling the strange greedy thoughts, when he saw the youth approach, pick up the money bag, and made to move forward as if planning to dig out some silver to thank Lin Huaiyu.

He blurted out two words, but his blade was faster than his voice.

"Clang..."

A crescent shape reflected off the snow, too fast for words to describe.

The air around seemed to be drained by this slash, the whirlwind-like fierce wind swept the remaining snow back in gusts, and for a moment, the wind howled as if it was a dragon’s cry.

The youth in gray just reached out.

His wooden face, his eyes shining with frantic light, reached for Lin Huaiyu’s shoulders...

Before he could evade, his arm was struck by the blade light.

"Awooo..."

In the middle of his howl, the youth in gray leaned to the side, but it was too late to dodge.

The blade light cut through the skin and flesh, reaching the bones, seemingly ready to cleave it in two, yet inexplicably, it got stuck midway.

Zhou Ping’an lunged forward, and halted abruptly, feeling a gigantic force like a mountain collapse reverberating back at him.

The high-quality steel long blade caught in its strike.

Under the pressure of this immense force, it shattered into thousands of fragments.

Shooting back towards him.

At that moment, Lin Huaiyu had also snapped out of it, her figure slightly shifted, and the blade light twinkled, radiating rippling blue-green water, and in a twisting motion, enshrouded that youth in gray within it.

"Retreat..."

Zhou Ping’an faced the broken blade shards, the youth in gray charging at him and raising dust in his wake, his arms swelled immensely, blooming with layers of lotus patterns.

"Boom..."

Their fists met.

This time, Zhou Ping’an’s strength was overwhelming.

After the "Purifying Lotus Body" exerted ninefold explosive power, his original strength of around three thousand pounds delivered a blow of over twenty thousand pounds, amid immense roaring sounds.

The young man twisted and contorted his arm with a muffled grunt as it got hit, then sprung backwards, crashing through Lin Huaiyu’s Wave Subduing Blade Gleam, leaving two deep cuts on his body...

After landing, without looking back, he stomped on the ground, dispersing the snow.

Within a radius of thirty feet, the earth and stones splattered, and his figure had already leaped ten yards away.

Although this person’s movement technique wasn’t strong, when he ran, he was shockingly fast, even making the air in front of him burst with explosive sounds.

"Divine Pace, Ground Shrinking Technique."

Lin Huaiyu coldly snorted, the blade light rolled, clearing the pink mist that had risen before her, stepping as if on waves, she briskly chased after him.

Yet, she found that Zhou Ping’an, who was even faster, had already become a multitude of fading shadows, retaining his speed as he pursued the youth in gray from behind.

’Ninth Level Ghostly Shadows Step...’

A mild frustration welled up in Lin Huaiyu’s heart.

Without mastering the light-weight stepping technique to its pinnacle, her qualification to fight shoulder to shoulder was stripped away.

The trap just set by the opposite side, deliberately dropping the money bag, was strange and perilous.

Not only could it affect their minds, as steadfast as steel, but the body of the adversary was also insanely powerful, even possessing immense strength comparable to the Third Level of the Purifying Lotus Body during its explosive state.

’Could he be a disciple of the Hehuan Sect? It doesn’t quite seem like it, it appears more similar to a certain Demonic Sect cultivation technique from the legends.’

The three of them roared through the long alley, two in the front, one following.

The youth in gray clothes seemed to panic and not choose a path, unwilling to fight Zhou Ping’an again, and with a body crash, he brought down a residential building with a thunderous collapse and burrowed into it.

Dust and smoke rose.

Zhou Ping’an’s eyes were frosty, his palms acting as a blade crossed in front of his chest, heedless of anything else, he cut down again.

His palm edge lit up with a blazing white glow.

Amid flying debris and dust, with dust swirling about, a white figure suddenly appeared before him, flailing limbs as it rushed towards his hand blade, meeting it head-on.

Clearly, the youth in gray had sensed someone inside when he collapsed the house.

And casually grabbed an innocent person to throw at him as an obstruction.

This man was exceptionally strong and his stepping technique was alarmingly fast; moreover, his reactions were uncannily quick.

He had no regard for harming bystanders.

Zhou Ping’an, cool as ice within, was about to retract his hand blade and sidestep the person in white thrown at him, when suddenly, a chill went through his heart.

The hand blade turned arc into a circle, and a wave of gleaming blade light spread from his palm.