Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 244 - 214: Killing People Like Mowing Grass, Visiting and Going up the Mountain

Chapter 244: Chapter 214: Killing People Like Mowing Grass, Visiting and Going up the Mountain

Speaking of Zhao Fangjing’s Rays of Dawn Sword Technique, it was indeed exceptionally well-practiced.

The appearance of dawn devoured everything.

The sword light guarded in front of his chest, densely and thoroughly prepared.

However, guarding too tightly and covering too much area wasn’t entirely advantageous.

It was shattered by Zhou Ping’an with the Ninth Level Overlapping Waves Power, propelling a needlepoint in one strike.

Piercing through muscles, burrowing into the bloodstream.

"Damn..."

Zhao Fangjing cried out in pain.

His right hand counter-chopped, severing his left arm, which had withered to just skin and bones in the blink of an eye, from his left shoulder.

As blood splashed, his face turned as white as a ghost, and he dashed out of the door.

He had just retreated into the courtyard.

Humm...

A pool of jade waves rippled before him.

Under the moonlight, it felt like being in a dream.

No, it was like being trapped at the bottom of an ice-cold abyssal sea.

Chased relentlessly by Zhou Ping’an after his desperate escape, Zhao Fangjing had no time to catch his breath before he fell into another person’s vortex of sword light.

What was most ridiculous was,

he recognized this blade light.

It was his own sect’s Wave Subduing Blade Force from the Canghai lineage.

The opposing blade sealed all directions, like the overturning ocean, turning water into threads.

The blade light was so refined, it had already reached the Ninth Turning of Wave Subducing Blade Gentle Strength.

For a moment, Zhao Fangjing’s eyes were filled with despair.

He knew his end was imminent.

His eyebrows furrowed inverted, his heart determined, he bit his tongue, spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, and his true qi burst forth explosively.

"Body Sword Technique!"

A strand of light shone before him.

His entire being transformed into an extremely sharp sword, slashing voraciously forward.

A lifetime of cultivation condensed into one sword, releasing in an instant, it was a matter of his death or the opponent’s.

In this critical moment, Zhao Fangjing indeed dared to let it all hang out.

Thinking that even if it meant severe injury or impending death afterward, he must kill one person and then alert the expert of his family, hoping to survive till disciples from the Cloud Water Sect came to assist.

Reality proved,

Zhao Fangjing’s hopes were too naïve.

Lin Huaiyu’s cultivation realm might not match his Minor Heavenly Cycle Completion.

However, Lin Huaiyu’s mastery of the Wave Subduing Blade Technique, a prerequisite of the Canghai sword, was perfected, reaching a divine level of skill.

After Zhou Ping’an had mastered it through brain overclocking, he wouldn’t dare claim that his accomplishments surpassed Third Miss.

In the battle at Qingyang, even Fang Congwen and Lin Xiao, two Minor Heavenly Cycle Great Achievement realm experts, couldn’t break her Ninth Turning Unbreakable Blade Light.

Zhao Fangjing naturally couldn’t either.

Even a desperate struggle was futile.

His Rays of Dawn Body Sword Technique, just as it struck that soft wave of light, felt as if thousands of tiny threads were tugging at it, gradually wearing it down...

The sword qi frenziedly leaked, not directed at Lin Huaiyu but passing beside her, turning in a circle and striking back towards him.

"Fairy Huaiyu..."

As Zhao Fangjing internally cried out in alarm, he also recognized Lin Huaiyu’s stunning face.

His heart sank to the seabed.

He immediately realized why she had suddenly turned lethal, seeking to slay him.

Wasn’t his earlier scheme aimed to take down Fairy Huaiyu and present him to True Successor Fang as a cultivation furnace?

Anyone in their right mind, upon hearing such a plan, would definitely fight to the death.

"Misunderstanding!"

Regret surged in his mind as he hurriedly shouted.

But it was already too late.

After stabbing with one sword and flipping around, a shadow had already caught up from behind.

The fist’s strength hidden and then revealed in ripples, silently cleared the sword circle...

The white fist, like a wave-breaking cloud-piercer, hit him silently at the center of his chest.

Thump...

A muffled sound.

Zhao Fangjing shuddered all over, his body stiffened.

He felt his heart, like an oil barrel ignited by fierce fire, explosively burst into thousands of fragments.

What hit him wasn’t a fist but a colossal Siege Hammer.

The power was deeply concealed and heavy, endlessly stacking.

"Ninth Level... Wave Stacking Jin."

As Zhao Fangjing opened his mouth, a large chunk of his heart and lungs sprayed out.

His eyes bulged, looking at Zhou Ping’an, seemingly wanting to etch him into his heart.

He had no idea who the other party was, nor why he used both Submerged Wave Jin and Wave Stacking Jin, both to such profound extents.

Strangest still, the opponent even knew how to use the Lishan Sect’s Yanwang Needle.

Immense regret twirled through his mind for just a moment before Zhao Fangjing’s body softened, and he was already lifeless.

"Even though I know there isn’t much use in doing this,

it can still, at least, sow some doubts and slow the reaction time of the Zhao family," Zhou Ping’an murmured as he nonchalantly picked up Zhao Fangjing’s corpse and tossed it into his spatial realm.

His shape shifted swiftly, grabbing the corpses of the young man in brocade and the steward along with the waiter who had come to report secretly, killing them with another palm strike, and dumping them all in the spatial plaza.

He then exchanged a glance with Lin Huaiyu.

The two leaped up simultaneously, fleeing over the courtyard walls and vanished into the deep night.

Indeed,

Complete the task and disappear, deeply concealing their traces and identities.

...

Not long after they left,

the Zhao family erupted like boiling water, thoroughly stirred into chaos.

"Blood, this is blood," someone noted.

"There’s a deathly aura... Could it be that the experts from the Heavenly Corpse Sect’s evil faction have appeared? My Zhao Family hasn’t offended them, has it?"

An elderly man with graying temples and a slight paunch said sternly as he leaned heavily on a dragon-headed cane and thumped it to the ground, "Check, check thoroughly. It’s impossible that several people disappeared at the same time..."

"We must see the people alive and the bodies if dead, to dare to strike at my Zhao Family in Yunshan Town.

No matter who they are, I’ll make sure they regret it."

"Dazhu, you take a few men and head to Ziyun Peak overnight, and report the incident at the villa to the son-in-law of the Yuan Family.

No, first go and look for Dani, and have her ask Yuan Zhenzhuan for help."

"Yes, Master,"

The Zhao Family’s search went on, tracing various clues.

In the end, they could only confirm that there had been a fierce battle here.

However, what exactly happened remained unknown to anyone.

Even whether Zhao Fangjing, the second son of the Zhao Family, was dead or alive was uncertain.

For the time being, the Zhao Family dispatched people to search everywhere.

They suspected that evildoers might have kidnapped the second son for some purpose.

At the same time, they meticulously checked the formidable enemies the Zhao Family had provoked over the years.

Yet nobody suspected that this was all caused by Zhao Fangjing’s wild imagination in attempting to befriend a True Inheritance, which led to trouble.

...

"Is it really okay to put a corpse and sugar cookie together?"

Third Miss always cared about things out of the ordinary.

Zhou Ping’an thought the girl looked anxious when he saw her strange expression, and imagined she might be in a hurry.

Unexpectedly, she blurted out such a statement after holding it in for quite a while.

The backstory was that Zhou Ping’an would occasionally take out firearms, rice, and snacks, which he couldn’t completely hide from those around him.

So, he concocted a story about possessing an Immortal’s Treasure that could store things.

Whether it was true didn’t really matter.

Third Miss had one advantage.

If Zhou Ping’an didn’t want to talk, she simply didn’t ask further.

Even if she saw Zhou Ping’an disappearing in the middle of the day, she treated it as nothing unusual.

Of course, her not asking didn’t mean she wasn’t curious.

Sometimes, she even felt that Zhou Ping’an didn’t belong to this world, as if he had fallen from the sky...

The things he took out were completely inexplicable.

However, no matter what the situation was, as long as he was Zhou Ping’an, it was fine.

He was one of their own.

Hearing Third Miss’s question and seeing her disgusted expression, Zhou Ping’an understood she had misunderstood and chuckled, "The space is quite large; the bodies and the candy and cookies are stored far apart, as far away as several rooms."

Lin Huaiyu’s eyes brightened, and she said with a giggling smile, "Then why do I need to carry this package at all? Just store it for me."

After speaking, she handed over a parcel.

Inside were her spare clothes and other items...

Zhou Ping’an cheerfully agreed and placed his own package inside as well.

Throughout the journey.

All such bundles were merely for show, and now at the base of the mountain, they were no longer necessary.

If it weren’t for mountaineering at night, visiting directly would not be appropriate.

They wouldn’t even stay at an inn, but head directly to Floating Cloud Mountain.

Transmission Elder Su Lianxue lived at Emerald Peak.

This elder was gentle-natured and treated all disciples, whether from the Inner or Outer Sect, kindly and warmly.

Once they met her, things should be settled.

The two returned to their room and each rested.

Ignoring the clamor within the town.

...

The next day, early in the morning.

The two led horses, bypassed the direction to Zhao’s residence, left the town, and headed straight for Floating Cloud Mountain.

Along the way, they indeed saw many people inquiring whether anyone had encountered strangely dressed individuals emanating a foul odor.

Zhou Ping’an then realized.

Why the Zhao Family’s people had not found the inn or anyone come to question him.

Zhou Ping’an laughed and said,

"They’ve mistaken the direction, thinking it was those stinky bugs from Heavenly Corpse Sect."

Lin Huaiyu pursed her lips and chuckled lightly, "No wonder they guessed wrong. I can’t imagine how you cultivated that cultivation technique, the condensation of deathly aura, like that of an ancient corpse."

"You’ve seen it wrong, corpse qi and deathly aura are different. The former is a minor path, the latter a major one...

But hitting someone with them, the result is almost the same,"

Zhou Ping’an murmured in reply, unable to resist laughing as well.

This misunderstanding was beneficial for concealing their whereabouts.

By the time they realized the mistake, the two had already reached the mountain, and the truth didn’t much matter.

Looking around, they saw many youths and adolescents on the mountain path, kneeling and bowing deeply, inching forward, which wasn’t strange to him.

With more people, all sorts would be present.

Some people use wealth as leverage.

Some people, from all over, tangled in connections, sought entry.

Of course, there were also those naive enough to worship sincerely, hoping to join Cloud Water Heavenly Sect.

As the fame of the sect grew, naturally some were attracted like moths to a flame.

Wanting to enter the sect.

Exactly how many could succeed?

That remained an unknown.

"Let’s go."

The pair deposited their horses at a mountain relay station and floated up the hill.

Upon confirming the direction to Emerald Peak and arriving before a grand and ornate archway, they saw several sect disciples guarding it.

Lin Huaiyu stepped forward, presented a visiting card, and said loudly,

"I’m Lin Huaiyu from the Lin Family, inheritor of the Guangyun steward, who has refined two Seven-Colored Pills, seeking an audience with Elder Su."

...

Asking for monthly passes.