Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 230 - 200 Big Brother Zhou, Don’t Look Around

Chapter 230: Chapter 200 Big Brother Zhou, Don’t Look Around

As a result, Zhou Ping’an deliberately exposed a flaw, solely to lure his opponent into attacking him up close, presenting himself defenselessly to dispel any thoughts of escape the other might have.

Little Jiu’er was a very curious child, keen on questioning to the utmost, "Then now, seeing that he can’t defeat Brother Ping’an, wouldn’t he still run away?"

"He can’t run. Look at him, doesn’t his face look awful?"

"Yes, just like a dead man."

Little Jiu’er, now also emboldened by the support, was no longer afraid.

Staring with her big, round eyes, she looked towards the white-haired old man.

Then, to her surprise, she found that his complexion was ashen, tinged with a grayish hue, his lips pale and bloodless, somewhat resembling a corpse in a coffin.

"The Yanwang Needle!"

The white-haired old man realized something was wrong at this moment.

Instantly, he felt chest tightness and shortness of breath, and his head was dizzy.

It was as if in a mere moment, he had aged decades, feeling so old that he simply did not want to move, nor could he.

Inside his body, the robust and immense Hanyang True Qi still existed, but it was extremely difficult for him to mobilize.

His Qi-Blood was also lifelessly dull.

Even simply lifting an arm or taking a step felt distressing.

He could only forcefully maintain a standing posture, refusing to let himself fall, his voice raspy and old, his whole state like a flickering flame about to be extinguished.

"Good eye. It is indeed the Yanwang Needle, King Yan calls for one’s death at the third watch, and no one can keep you until the fifth watch," said Zhou Ping’an coldly.

He had one thing he didn’t say.

This was the Seventh Level Perfection of the Life and Death Unpredictable Needle.

Its deathly energy was formless and extremely concealed.

Under the cover of the Wave Subduing Blade Technique, it could be said the one caught by it even didn’t know how they were defeated.

His stealthily executed formless Qi needle, when thrust into the opponent’s dantian, instantly reversed the vitality and death qi.

In the moment of the old man’s unawareness, he had already drained his life force.

This set of needle techniques was just that ruthless.

Zhou Ping’an even felt that he must reassess the combat capability of the Life and Death Impermanence Needle.

This cultivation technique, in a direct confrontation, wasn’t as useless as he had imagined.

It’s incredibly sinister and merciless.

But, I like it.

"As the Chief Manager of the Guangyun Lin Family... and you being a member of the Lin family, aren’t you worried about not having a place to stand?"

The white hair of the old man, in the light wind, fluttered and fell, the wrinkles on his face deepening.

He looked like a ninety-something year old on his last legs, about to pass away at any moment.

He was still holding on to his last breath as he asked.

Clearly clinging to the last thread of hope, trying to earn a chance to survive.

The "Life and Death Impermanence Needle" of the Lishan Sect was renowned, and since it could activate death qi, it naturally could also stimulate vitality.

This was something he still knew.

"You are mistaken. I was never a member of the Guangyun Lin family, but rather, an Offering of the Qingyang Lin family," Zhou Ping’an said, shaking his head with a smile.

He slowly approached.

Looking at the old man’s now extremely murky eyes, he sighed, then swung his blade, and decapitated him.

As the head soared into the air, he stepped back to avoid the blood splashing onto him.

He explained further, "From the moment the Guangyun Lin Family decided to abandon the Third Miss, we were already irreconcilable enemies..."

He walked up to Lin Ziqi, finding that this Protectorate Leader was still not dead.

It could only be said that those who practiced martial arts had incredibly tenacious life force, and his will to survive was indeed strong.

But this was even better.

Zhou Ping’an tapped Lin Ziqi, sending a ripple through him.

Endless vitality surged within his body.

The previously near-death Lin Ziqi felt significantly revitalized, even the massive wound on his chest slowly began to heal and replenish his blood.

His qi began to lively recover.

Is this improving?

Lin Ziqi’s spirits lifted, he took several quick breaths, and a pleading look appeared in his eyes.

"Speak, what kind of people have come, aside from this old fellow, who else went to deal with the Third Miss?"

The Third Miss had been maneuvered to the mountain at this critical moment.

There was no need for much guessing.

It must have been because they found the Seven-Petaled Tuberose.

This matter was too important, so they could not wait for him.

Worried that if too much time passed, something might go wrong.

And Lin Ziqi, leading this "Chief Manager" into the mansion to capture Little Jiu, clearly had a transparent intent.

It was because they feared the Third Miss, with whom they were ready to fight to the bitter end.

So, they wanted to capture a hostage to force her to submit...

In this world, there were no modern rules and laws.

In doing things, it was all about pushing to the extremes, whatever was most efficient was how they proceeded.

Leaving Little Jiu’er as such a significant vulnerability.

How could they not exploit it?

Factually, with Lin Ziqi being an inside guide.

The Qingyang Lin Family had almost no secrets in their eyes.

They could manipulate however they wanted.

"If I speak out, might you spare my life?" Lin Ziqi asked with a trembling voice.

At this juncture, he still felt that it was better to be alive.

As long as one was alive, there was hope, perhaps a way could be found to turn the tables again and return today’s humiliation.

"Do you think it’s possible?"

Zhou Ping’an’s blade flashed, chopping off Lin Ziqi’s left hand.

Then, he transferred a bit more vitality to him.

Zhou Ping’an’s condition improved slightly, making him even more acutely aware of the stabbing pain.

Amidst the opponent’s agonizing screams, he said slowly, "If you speak up, you will die more swiftly.

If you don’t, it doesn’t matter, it’s all the same...

I will use life force to keep you alive for another ten days or half a month, have someone cut you a few more times each day, break some of your bones, letting you fully experience the treatment deserved by a betrayer."

Zhou Ping’an turned his head to look at Xiao Xue, who wore a face of vindication, picked up Lin Ziqi’s long sword, and handed it to her, "Here, Miss Xue, he just wounded you. If you want revenge, you must act quickly.

Remember to use the flat of the blade. I suddenly feel that keeping his limbs to hack a few more times would not be a bad idea."

"Yes..."

Xiao Xue was originally of an extremely gentle and kind disposition, but now, she couldn’t help but clench her teeth in secret.

Thinking of how Lin Ziqi had been ungratefully treacherous, nearly harming Ninth Miss, and even plotting against Third Miss, her teeth itched with hatred.

Seeing the pitiful state of her opponent, she felt no compassion.

Swinging the long sword, she indeed used the flat of the blade, heavily smashing it onto Lin Ziqi’s leg.

Crack...

She broke his left leg.

"I’ll talk, I’ll talk, stop hitting," he said.

Lin Ziqi had thought his bones would be tough and was accustomed to life and death situations.

During his teenage years, he had endured endless hardships and believed he could withstand all suffering.

After his body’s sensitivity was enhanced by the supplemented life force, he suddenly realized that dying earlier might actually be the greatest bliss.

It was simply too painful.

He couldn’t even pass out.

Instead, his spirit was terribly stimulated...

As Lin Ziqi began to confess everything in detail.

Zhou Ping’an’s expression also turned somewhat grim.

"Not only did they want to capture the Lin Huaiyu sisters, but also, they were hoping to seize Qingyang City in one fell swoop."

"Does the Guangyun Lin Family have such a big appetite?"

"Is that true disciple from Cloud Water Heavenly Sect, Fang Yu, so impatient that he even dispatched his own servant? Is this kidnapping or a marriage?"

Thinking of this, Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for Third Miss Lin.

After her mother’s death, to be treated like a tool by her own father, discarded as easily as a worn-out broom.

It truly was a case of neither maternal nor paternal affection.

Apart from her little sister, there wasn’t a single person in the family she could be close to.

If it were merely indifference, that would be one thing.

At most, no one would care.

But to see the fire pit ahead and still push her into it?

Such a father, such a brother, the thought of them really sends a chill down the spine.

"Big Brother Zhou, please, hurry and save the miss," begged Xiao Xue, her brows filled with anxiety.

"Lin Xiao is very formidable in both means and martial arts, and he also has significant fame among the younger generation in Guangyun County.

He entered the True Qi Realm five years ago; his strength is definitely not beneath that of Steward Fu, very difficult to deal with.

Plus, he has eight hundred mansion soldiers with him; if we are too slow, I fear, I fear..."

"You undervalue your miss," Zhou Ping’an shook his head. "If she were really that easy to deal with, Lin Ziqi wouldn’t have brought that old steward along to capture Little Jiu’er.

They would have simply taken her, and the Qingyang Lin Family would have had no power to resist."

"Let’s first take care of your injuries,"

Zhou Ping’an reached out to stimulate Xiao Xue’s life force, noticing that although her wound didn’t bleed and her spirit appeared robust, she still showed pain on her face when moving.

He also guessed the reason why.

The injury was in her abdomen; this little maid was shy and didn’t want to take off her skirt in front of him to bandage the wound.

But to be so gravely injured and still think of going up the mountain to rescue her miss, she was really not taking her own body seriously.

"I can hold on,"

Xiao Xue’s face blushed as she mumbled, looking down.

"It won’t do this way,"

Zhou Ping’an insisted.

He could indeed find a couple of healthy maids to help Xiao Xue stitch her wound and apply medicinal ointment.

But, the wound would certainly leave a centipede-like, vicious scar.

As a woman, no one would be indifferent to such ugly marks on their bodies; later, she would definitely regret it.

"Yes, indeed, Sister Xue, Brother Ping’an can make the wound heal beautifully," said Little Jiu’er, who had just seen Zhou Ping’an’s finger at Lin Ziqi’s chest wound, where the wound astonishingly began to close and heal.

She even watched in amazement as the flesh slowly knitted, just like a miracle.

She had excitedly exclaimed then.

At this moment, she acted like a little adult, helping persuade Xiao Xue.

"Alright then, Big Brother Zhou, just don’t stare," said Xiao Xue.

"With all the blood and gore, what’s there to look at?" Zhou Ping’an expressed disgust, urging her, "Hurry up, after treating your wound, I still need to go up the mountain."

Xiao Xue’s eyebrows drooped, thinking to herself, does Big Brother Zhou really have no interest in her body at all?

Not even bothering to glance.

Zhou Ping’an understood her thoughts just by looking and mentally remarked that indeed, no matter the age, women instinctively learn the art of saying one thing but meaning another.

He quickly added, "It’s not that I don’t want to look; I’ll look after your wound heals."

"No, I didn’t..." Xiao Xue, on hearing this, had no idea how to respond.

Once inside the room, she immediately lifted her skirt, closed her eyes, and lay down on the cot to let him do as needed.

She felt that if this continued, she might actually faint from embarrassment.

Especially with Little Jiu’er nearby, chattering incessantly.

"I’ll help, Brother Ping’an, should we take off Sister Xue’s bellyband?"

"Oh, I pulled it too low, Brother Ping’an, don’t look randomly."

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