Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 243 - 213: Wolfish Nature, Courting Disaster

Chapter 243: Chapter 213: Wolfish Nature, Courting Disaster

"Have you really seen clearly? Don’t misreport and waste the young master’s time; a few heads won’t be enough to pay for that."

In the room, three people were discussing matters.

Zhao Fangjing sat on the Taishi Chair with an imposing posture.

The two people standing leisurely beside him included a brocade-clothed young man with slightly fierce eyes and slanted eyebrows, who curiously turned his head to look over.

The other, a middle-aged man wearing a square scarf and butler’s attire, asked in a deep voice.

The keen-faced waiter from the Pleasant Arrival Inn had just run in and knelt on the floor as soon as he entered the room, hardly daring to look up at anyone, swearing repeatedly, "That woman looked just like a fairy from a painting. I may not be good at many things, but I have had a good memory since childhood. Just one glance and I remember clearly...

Especially the cinnabar mole between her eyebrows, bright red like blood, it looked just like the Buddha in the temple, making one hesitant to take a second look."

Speaking of the cinnabar mole, it wasn’t as mysterious as the waiter described.

When the Third Miss wasn’t angry or drinking, the mole between her eyebrows was quite faint, not blood red.

You couldn’t really notice it without a close look.

But if she drank or became emotionally agitated, the cinnabar mole would become very conspicuous.

Combined with the Third Miss’s peerless beauty, radiant and dazzling, common folks would want to look at her more but also dared not stare.

The waiter’s reaction undoubtedly proved this point.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Fangjing believed him by seventy percent.

"Alright, if it truly is her, you will have done a great service.

Tomorrow during the Chen Hour, go to the Wufu Restaurant to receive one hundred taels of silver and take the position of manager, and you will get a good reward."

"Thank you, Young Master Zhao, thank you, young master."

Upon hearing that, the waiter was overjoyed and quickly kowtowed several times before respectfully retreating out of the room.

"Oh, and one more thing, don’t tell anyone else about this. After you go back to the inn, just act as if nothing happened, understand?"

Zhao Fangjing added a remark.

"This humble one understands."

The waiter’s eyes rolled twice, quickly grasping Zhao Fangjing’s intent.

Was he planning to make a move in the dead of the night?

Indeed, if the man and woman noticed their identities had been exposed and left the inn early, the matter would naturally fail.

He had just thought of this.

Suddenly, everything went dark before his eyes.

He suffered a heavy blow on the top of his head.

And lost all consciousness.

Zhou Ping’an knocked out the waiter with a palm strike and exchanged a look with Lin Huaiyu. The two then split up, advancing from two different directions towards the house slowly.

At the same time, their intention to kill grew deep.

This Zhao family’s young master, having planted spies and deliberately sought out the Third Miss’s whereabouts, obviously harbored ill intentions.

Inside the house.

Zhao Fangjing, however, threw back his head and laughed, "Heaven truly aids me; Fairy Huaiyu has actually come right under my eye...

She doesn’t know that in the town, all five taverns and inns are being watched by the Zhao family’s people.

No matter how she chooses, she won’t escape my spies."

"What a pity, what a pity."

"Cousin, what do you pity?"

The brocade-clothed young man asked jokingly.

During the day, he had changed his appearance and played a trick with his cousin to fool the ignorant villagers...

He considered his performance quite clever and had even earned some merits.

With this favor, he thought he could get into the Cloud Water Sect as an Outer Sect Disciple; wouldn’t that be better than mixing in the Jianghu?

Thinking about clinging to this distant cousin’s coattails in the future, how could he not try his best to show his worth?

Zhao Fangjing pointed at the brocade-clothed young man and scoffed, "Why ask when you already know?

Fairy Huaiyu became famous at fifteen, gifted and exceptionally beautiful, a beauty of the Southwest, who wouldn’t want her favor, to keep her as a private consort?

Unfortunately, she has already caught the eye of True Successor Fang and become his forbidden delight. Who dares to snatch away from his mouth?

Even if someone has other ideas, they’d have to wait until True Successor Fang is tired of her before we can even get a taste."

"True Successor Fang won’t know that Fairy Huaiyu has come to Yunshan Town, cousin, if you really are interested, why not..."

The brocade-clothed young man made a throat-slashing gesture, clearly proposing to silence the waiter to keep the matter under wraps.

"That’s impractical. No one knows whether anyone has seen Fairy Huaiyu arrive in Yunshan Town.

If word gets out and we offend True Successor Fang, it would be most unwise."

Zhao Fangjing shook his head. "Rather, it’s better to capture her and present her to True Successor Fang; the rewards we would reap are greater.

There’s been a rare vacancy among the ten True Inheritances on Floating Cloud Mountain...

With my brother-in-law’s scheming and a few pleased words from True Successor Fang, it’s not hopeless for your humble elder brother."

Zhao Fangjing’s eyes gleamed with ambition.

These past two years, he had been strategizing in every possible way, accumulating fame, and currying favor, all for the sake of True Inheritance.

His brother-in-law holds a high position.

But he is still an outsider.

He himself, now only twenty-four, has already cultivated to Minor Heavenly Cycle Completion and is surely a top choice in talent and creativity.

The only thing he lacks is an opportunity.

Inner Sect Disciples wanting to study Secret Manual Level Techniques must perform great deeds, and even at a critical moment, they still have to wait their turn.

This cumbersome delay could cost them the best cultivation times.

He missed the Floating Cloud Sword Codex and the formation of Sword Qi.

In the future, he might even miss out on Kunpeng’s True Intent Diagram.

A delay in one step means delays at every step.

Compared to those True Disciples, he naturally falls short.

But if he obtained the name of a True Disciple, whether it was the Floating Cloud Sword Codex, the Sword of Canghai Codex, or even Kunpeng’s True Intent Diagram, he could study them at will.

Even after understanding Sword Intent or Blade Intent, one could get a chance to glimpse the Immortal Scripture.

The future was naturally very promising.

Beautiful people are good, but compared to the prospects ahead, they naturally don’t count for much.

"It’s now early You Hour, wait another three quarters, and we’ll act immediately.

Uncle Ming, you and Cousin Yu Fei will also come with me, we must keep this quiet, otherwise, the big surprise cannot be delivered."

"Young master, what about the Chen family of three?"

"No rush on that matter. The Scholar Chen and his family are currently quite grateful to us and have little guards against us.

His body is weak, so why not just gift him a jar of fine wine to bolster his health?"

Zhao Fangjing said indifferently.

"Our family’s secretly brewed strong-hearted wine is a rare great tonic. Giving him this to send him off is letting him off easy.

His wife and child, find a good opportunity and secretly take them to Emerald Peak, don’t make it too obvious."

The expression of Steward Ming brightened, and he clapped his hands laughing, "Young master is very calculated. Ever since Gu Ning had that battle with Ye Xiaoqian of the Reincarnation Sect, demonic intent has afflicted him, preventing any progress in his cultivation.

He not only lost the chance to be a True Disciple, but I heard it also injured his kidney meridians, disrupting his yang energy and greatly enhancing his yin energy.

He’s now especially intolerant toward young virgins but seems very interested in pregnant women or those with children, though I’m not sure if it’s true?"

"It’s true."

A cunning smile surfaced on Zhao Fangjing’s face.

"Although Elder Gu and Elder Su have strictly kept this matter under wraps, they can’t fool those who are alert.

Senior Brother Gu probably knows himself that it’s impossible for him to have children in this lifetime.

Therefore, he seeks the closeness of women as a cover-up.

He wants to show others that he too can take a concubine and have children, thereby ensuring that no one dares to gossip."

"Senior Brother Gu has high standards, and ordinary women do not catch his eye...

Lady Chen Zhang, with her slim figure and beautiful face, possesses a vulnerable charm that particularly suits Senior Brother Gu’s taste.

Once she enters Emerald Peak, she naturally enters his room, and then, Senior Brother Gu, even if he doesn’t want the favor, cannot refuse it."

In plotting for the True Inheritance slot of the Canghai descent, receiving small favors from the Transmission Elder and the Law Enforcement Elder has a pivotal effect on one’s own schemes.

"Brilliant, truly brilliant."

The young man dressed in brocade and the steward both laughed and acclaimed together.

Zhou Ping’an, however, was exceedingly impatient as he listened.

He thought to himself how the Cloud Water Sect, with its vast operations and disciples engaging in constant competition, resorted to various conspiracies and schemes.

Ordinarily, employing conspiracies and schemes had nothing to do with him, but tragically, they had targeted Lin Huaiyu.

All he could say was:

The road to Yellow Springs is long.

Please embark on it sooner.

Amid the laughter of the three, Zhou Ping’an’s figure turned into light smoke, flashed through the window, and entered the room.

"Who’s there?"

The young man in brocade clothing and Steward Ming hadn’t yet reined in their smiles when a strong gust suddenly confronted them.

However, Zhao Fangjing reacted with extreme swiftness.

His sword lay on the table; without even a glance or rushing to draw his sword for defense,

He leaped backward, like a white cloud, retreating backward.

At the same time, his left hand formed a sword with joined fingers, tracing a beautiful curve...

Colorful dawn light flashed, transforming into a spinning vortex.

Sealing the area three feet before him thoroughly.

[Rays of Dawn Sword, Canxia Jin.]

Even though Zhou Ping’an attacked suddenly and with deep killing intent, he couldn’t help but inwardly praise the skill.

This Young Master Zhao, daring enough to plot for a True Disciple slot of the Cloud Water Sect, was indeed extraordinary.

Whether it was adaptability, cultivation, or swordsmanship, all were top-notch.

The three coalesced Yanwang Needles, just as they rushed in front of him, were touched by the Canxia Sword Qi.

"Poof..."

The collision of energies exploded in the air.

The dawn light and dark energy splashed to both sides.

Steward Ming and the young man in brocade simultaneously trembled, their faces turning pale and their bodies stiffening.

Zhou Ping’an’s Life and Death Unpredictable Needle had reached completion, alternating between life and death, with a robust death Qi.

Even though the needle’s sharpness was dispersed, that death Qi still could be compared to the centuries-old death Qi accumulated in the Mass Grave.

Steward Ming and the young man in brocade, who hadn’t even developed their True Qi... when struck by this breath that penetrated through their pores and reached their internal organs, saw King Yan on the spot.

"Lishan Sect, what grievances do I have with you? Friends, perhaps hold off for a moment..."

Zhao Fangjing felt both shock and rage in his heart.

Using his finger as a sword, after he shattered three extremely solid Yanwang Needles with one stroke, he raised his eyes to see Zhou Ping’an’s young face and those sharp, incisive eyes.

Overwhelmed with shock, he even felt reluctancy to be enemies.

This was obviously his Divine Will spirit being overwhelmingly crushed by his opponent.

The moment his fighting spirit faded, Zhao Fangjing knew he was no match for his adversary.

"Too late..."

Zhou Ping’an chuckled lightly, his figure flickering, speeding up by another notch.

At the same time, his right hand plucked as if playing the strings of a lute.

The broken shards of the three Yanwang Needles, suddenly reassembled in front of Zhao Fangjing.

The layered, sharp energies penetrated the dawn light True Qi and with a "puh" sound, struck Zhao Fangjing’s elbow and palm.