Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 113 - 110: Kill One Person in Ten Steps, Leave No Trace Within a Thousand Miles (Subscribe and Request Monthly Pass)

Chapter 113: Chapter 110: Kill One Person in Ten Steps, Leave No Trace Within a Thousand Miles (Subscribe and Request Monthly Pass)

There, was the Central Hall.

Huge butter candles burned brightly.

A man sat high at the desk, feasting voraciously.

Clothed in splendid garments, he resembled a noble son, yet his manner of eating was extremely unsightly.

With a casual shake of his hand, chicken bones and chicken meat were separated and he stuffed the meat into his mouth with his hands, his eyes carrying a hint of a sinister smile.

"After eating and drinking my fill, I’ll deal with Miss Zhang. Although I mustn’t kill her... I’ll taste her first, and it won’t affect our earnings from the Zhang family."

Under his feet, lay a delicate woman with her hands tied, unable to move.

In the shadow of the lamplight, she closed her eyes and shed tears, her face ashen.

A man lightly fanned himself with a feather fan.

With a long face and narrow eyes, he poured and drank his own wine, his face seemingly filled with worry, "I heard that Senior Brother Yu was killed in the city, by Zhou Ping’an. Senior Brother Feng, we must be extra careful, shouldn’t we underestimate that man, is his strength not ordinary?"

"Hmph, he’s just a minor supplicant of the Lin family, delusional about the position of County Magistrate. Even the Fairy Huaiyu is backing him up, I don’t know if he has any special skills to have caught the eye of the Ice and Snow Fairy."

"Fairy Huaiyu, tsk tsk..."

Senior Brother Feng wasn’t overly concerned about the death of Senior Brother Yu.

Talking about Lin Huaiyu made him feel parched, and he quickly picked up a bowl of wine and gulped it down.

"After we finish this matter and obtain a large sum of silver and elixir from the Zhang family, I’ll seek justice for my unfortunate junior brother with my Silk-Winding Skill further improved, and claim his share of enjoyment too."

At this point, he suddenly halted.

"What, aren’t Zhang Da and the others serving the dishes yet?"

The outside was deadly silent, as if only the three of them were in this enormous fortress.

Even if it was night, one didn’t need to be so quiet.

These days, the killings had been too ruthless, too quiet, making one feel a chilling unease.

Just as Senior Brother Feng felt something was wrong, the long-faced scholar had already unfurled his folding fan and leapt backwards.

In the hall, all eight huge butter candles suddenly flickered simultaneously.

In the interplay of light and darkness.

An additional shadow had appeared in the room.

A flash of sword light.

The blade gleamed like snow, dazzling brilliantly.

The long-faced scholar had just managed to position his steel folding fan in front of his chest, five sharp blades springing forth, when he felt light in his body. He horror-strickenly looked down and saw a butt and a pair of feet, which were still properly situated in front of the desk on a chair.

His own body, however, had flown up, just the upper half.

"Ah..."

A thunderous scream was about to escape his throat when it abruptly got stuck, emitting only a hissing murmur.

His throat had already been sliced by an extremely fast blade of light.

Simultaneously severed was his folding fan.

’Why kill me first?’

Second in command of the Black Mountain Bandits, the "Diviner" Wang Shouxin, could never have imagined that, before his scheme could take effect and without utilizing any of his skills, he would be directly overpowered and killed on the spot in the Central Hall.

Completely unreasonable.

Although he was already very cautious.

Compared to the suffocating death of Wang Shouxin, Senior Brother Feng was not in such dire straits.

As the second in command of the Black Mountain Bandits leaped back, he had already drawn his sword.

His sword light stabbed out like lightning, and just ahead of the sword tip, a thin wisp of smoke shot out like spider silk.

This thread moved in a peculiar manner, weaving and coiling amidst the flickering sword light, abruptly locking onto Zhou Ping’an, and before another flash of blade light appeared, it had already transformed into a dense smokescreen.

"Trivial tricks."

Zhou Ping’an scoffed coldly.

The long blade slightly turned.

A soft, rippling blue wave appeared in front of him.

The blade’s trajectory formed a circle.

It slashed the air, causing a tremor of nothingness.

In front of him, it seemed to turn into a dark, pitch-black vortex.

It generated an infinite suction force from all directions.

It trapped and entangled the white smoke and sword light simultaneously.

Even Senior Brother Feng, fluttering and leaping like a colorful butterfly with his extraordinarily agile movement technique, involuntarily turned into a moth drawn to flame, plunging into the vortex of sword light.

At this moment, he felt the sword light he thrust, all his force, uncontrollably and unbelievably not stabbing towards the enemy, but instead into the black vortex.

Before he could react.

The sword light flashed again.

A bright flash of lightning seemed to appear inside the great hall.

A sharp pain pierced his heart.

His arms were already severed.

Only then did he hear the rumbling, thunder-like roar of the slashing sword.

"I..."

Senior Brother Feng could only spit out a word.

He saw the sword light transition from extreme stiffness to utmost softness, passing around his neck.

With his vision spinning upside down, he couldn’t make any sound anymore.

"Is this how the person was rescued?"

Xiao Cui had just arrived at the great hall and witnessed this horrifying scene.

She saw Supplicant Zhou, with a single strike, fill the hall with the roaring thunder of the sword, sweeping through it all.

The two enemies, whose presences were even stronger than hers, were already all slain.

The hall was filled with the smell of blood, with only a frail woman left, her eyes closed as silent tears fell.

"Just a bit more."

Zhou Ping’an didn’t even turn his head.

With a backhand stroke, he plunged the blade into the chest of the woman tied on the ground.

It pierced her heart.

The woman screamed in agony, her face twisted in terror as she suddenly opened her eyes.

Disbelieving, she asked, "You, why?"

"How did I recognize you, right? If you weren’t holding a snake poison long needle and didn’t have a mist pearl poison sac under your tongue, I really would have been deceived by you."

Zhou Ping’an said with a smile.

He certainly wouldn’t tell this frail woman that he had already smelled her distinct scent from several rooms away.

Moreover, even though she carefully hid her internal breath, that deep, intense killing intent had long been detected by Zhou Ping’an’s crisis perception.

His gaze upon her was even colder than the moment before Tian Shouyi activated the Heavenly Mechanism Crossbow.

This proved.

The poison-laden trinkets hidden by the woman impersonating Zhang Yuying were beyond his physical ability to withstand.

However, no matter how venomous or cunning the method, no matter how unique the elixir formula, it first needed to hurt someone to be effective.

Just like the white mist turned silk by the Senior Brother of the Hehuan Sect.

It was swept up by his Wave Subduing Blade Force and slammed into the ground.

Not even a trace of the mist touched him.

What good is it?

"Looking at that Charming Skill of yours, you must also be a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, I imagine you haven’t been up to any good on ordinary days, there’s no need for such a look of grievance and unwillingness. Think more about those you’ve deceived."

Of course, these words were not for the woman who had already breathed her last.

Instead, they were aimed at Xiao Cui behind her.

The Third Miss assigned her favorite maidservant to her side.

Obviously not out of boredom.

Not because she distrusts her own skills either.

But to assign a bodyguard for protection.

Her intention was clear as day.

Nothing more than wanting her to bring along a follower.

This maidservant was somewhat naive.

Having just stepped into the Central Hall without grasping the situation, she had actually dared to rush forward to save someone.

It’s not about being pitiable when seen; she genuinely was pitiable.

The Jianghu is perilous.

Better grow some wisdom, girl.

Xiao Cui stood dumbfounded on the spot.

Her face had turned as red as a monkey’s butt.

In truth, she was not some beginner fresh off the boat or inexperienced in battle.

The number of enemies she personally killed wasn’t in the hundreds, but it was certainly well into the double digits.

Yet, she had almost made a blunder just now, almost masterfully manipulated by others.

If it weren’t for ...

How did he figure it out?

Actually, Xiao Cui’s attention had been on Zhou Ping’an all along; she also noticed his nose twitching, as if he was sniffing something.

Could it really be possible to sniff and recognize an enemy?

Do I also have some kind of scent on me?

At that thought, Xiao Cui suddenly became bashful, and although it was inopportune, her legs began to tremble slightly.

A sense of awe arose spontaneously in her heart.

"Where is Miss Zhang Er?"

"Right here."

Zhou Ping’an launched a palm strike.

It blasted open the decorative wall behind Senior Brother Feng, and the doorway was flung wide open.

They saw a delicate lady dressed in a white light jacket, her body marked with black stains, bound and gagged with cloth in her mouth, her eyes wide, looking anxiously their way.

Under the glow of the bright candlelight, she caught sight of the scene within the Central Hall, whimpering with tears streaming joyously from her eyes.

She was saved!

"This person..."

Seeing her, Xiao Cui guessed she must be the main character, and hurried forward.

She took a step forward, then hastily halted, turning her head to look at Zhou Ping’an like a wary kitten.

"This one is real."

Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but laugh and cry.

...

Meanwhile, at the front yard of the Fortress, a sudden outcry of battle erupted.

The booming power of clashing forces and the ringing sounds of steel filled the air.

Due to the absence of several experts, the defense in the front yard was not strong. The Zhang Family and the elites of the Iron Wolf Gang surged in unhindered and kept advancing to the Central Hall without facing any serious resistance.

Zhang Yuanhao and the others, suspicious and wary, stood in front of the Great Hall, staring at the full array of candles, and halted.

"Sir, we have come as promised, please do not harm my sister."

Though they did not know why Zhou Ping’an, who had sneaked in, had gone silent and the enemy had not reacted...

They did not think the situation was as clear as the landscape ahead.

They hadn’t encountered a single expert just now, only a dozen or so ordinary Black Mountain Bandits.

Killing one each, they hadn’t even warmed up yet.

The scene before them was rather odd.

The reason could only be one.

The opponent had set a trap, hoping for them to walk right into it.

"Enough talk; I’ll break in first and test the waters."

The Leader of the Iron Wolf Gang, Tie Sanyuan, bold and skilled, his body covered in dark patterns like iron, swung the Iron Plaque in his hand, smashing through the gate causing wood splinters to fly all around.

Not even bothering to look at the scene inside, he used the Iron Plaque like a shield and a spade, charging at the figures within his sight.

He had just charged halfway.

Suddenly, his hands felt an immense weight, a boundless force like endless layering waves rippled out.

The two Iron Plaques felt like two massive mountains suddenly breaking free from his hands, tearing his palms open.

He cursed in dismay, thinking his life was over, and then he heard a mocking voice.

"Can’t you see who it is? What are your eyes for?"

Then he saw, behind the shattered gateway, three people standing, and three people also lay in a pool of blood on the ground.

The one looking at him with a humorous smile, wasn’t it the very Great Priest Zhou he had arrived with?

"This..."

"Brother Zhou."

Zhang Yuanhao and others, realizing something was amiss, rushed in and upon seeing this scene, were completely dumbfounded.

"Brother..."

Zhang Yuying finally saw her relatives, and the tears she had just stopped, started flowing copiously again as she stumbled over.

"Little sister..."

"You’re okay."

Zhang Yuanfang and Zhang Yuanhao, the two brothers, were also overjoyed to tears, holding their little sister’s hands, almost jumping up in happiness.

The group chattered for a bit before coming back to their senses, realizing they needed to thank Zhou Ping’an.

But they found that the man and woman were no longer in the Great Hall.

When did they leave?

None present had seen them go.

"Truly divine."

Zhang Yuanfang sighed, "Yuanhao, we owe Brother Zhou a lot this time. At Father’s place, we must discuss this properly. Regardless of anything, we must help him secure the County Magistrate position.

Yuanhao, you’re always messing around, and sometimes I scold you for being short-sighted, but I didn’t expect that you could also befriend someone so formidable..."

"Exactly, didn’t you see who Brother Zhou is? Don’t let this get out, but that day on Yongfu Street, I actually saw Brother Zhou chasing a disciple of the Hehuan Sect, and with one punch, he turned the guy’s head into a blood mist. Fierce to an extreme."

"Shh..."

The group gasped in shock.

Looking at the bodies on the ground.

Then looking at the Leader of the Iron Wolf Gang, Tie Sanyuan, observing his palms where the flesh had burst, their hearts felt even more shaken.

...

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