Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 245 - 215: The Scion of the Great Clan, an Imposing Bearing

Chapter 245: Chapter 215: The Scion of the Great Clan, an Imposing Bearing

"Wait a moment."

The disciple guarding the mountain originally had an indifferent expression, which immediately changed.

He wanted to say something but refrained from asking further, simply taking the visiting card from Lin Huaiyu’s hand and hastily heading towards the middle of the mountain.

Zhou Ping’an glanced over.

He saw that the peak was lush and green, towering and beautiful, with continuous houses and pavilions halfway up the mountain...

The stream of people coming and going was dense, showing great prosperity.

He thought that the Floating Cloud Mountains was indeed worthy of being the Cloud Water Heavenly Sect’s residence, occupying an impressively vast territory.

Emerald Peak was just one of the Nineteen Peaks of the Floating Clouds, and as the residence of an elder, it resembled a small town.

The people descending the mountain, even those dressed as servants, held their heads high, looking at the visitors with a somewhat superior air.

This feeling was like the city folks looking down on those from the suburbs.

Zhou Ping’an remembered how, when he first entered Dongjiang No.1 Middle School, the way his classmates looked at him when they heard where he lived was similar to the glances these people were giving.

"Has the Cloud Water Sect always been this extravagant?"

Thinking of what he encountered in one of the Seventeen Towns, Yunshan Town, a hint of gloom emerged in Zhou Ping’an’s heart.

Zhao Fangjing was an Inner Sect Disciple of the Cloud Water Sect.

Relying on the Zhao Family, he staged numerous dramas in Yunshan Town, with no one to stop or reveal him, instead receiving praises from everyone.

Rather than saying the Zhao Family’s influence was strong, having bribed everyone from top to bottom,

it was more apt to say that Zhao Fangjing’s own status was sufficient to intimidate the people of Yunshan Town, keeping them from speaking out.

Or perhaps, it was the merit of his brother-in-law.

But whatever the reason,

being at the base of Floating Clouds Mountain, able to silence tens of thousands of people, and fabricate the truth, already proved the lofty status of the Cloud Water Sect in this territory.

"It has always been like this... In the five prefectures of Jiangzhou, the Cloud Water Sect’s influence spreads across all cities, with steward disciples establishing families and martial arts schools, actively recruiting exceptionally talented individuals, even a prefecture’s main official has to give them face.

Aside from the Brahma Heaven Sect in the northwest and the Lishan Sect in the southeast, who can slightly contend with them, in Jiangzhou, the Cloud Water Sect’s influence could almost be considered unrivaled..."

At this point, Third Miss ceased speaking.

Clearly, the words that followed were not pleasant to say.

The thousand-year-old sect, having been passed down through countless generations, although its influence was not as great as before, and there were many of mixed quality among the disciples,

the reputation of the Four Great Immortal Sects still stood, allowing no one to say a bad word against them.

In front of the mountain gate’s archway, they waited for about an hour.

Finally, a thin scholar in a long robe came to lead the way.

"I’m Xu Somebody, the steward of this peak. I did not come to meet you from afar, forgive me, forgive me.

Please come with me, Young Master Gu enjoys the scenery at North Aspect Slope, and has spared a moment to see you."

Zhou Ping’an heard this and felt something was off.

Their specific choice for this visit was Elder Su Lianxue’s residence at Emerald Peak, not Elder Gu Qingqiu’s Radiant Sun Peak. They had heard that Elder Su was quite approachable,

and initially, Lin Huaiyu had heard about the reward being personally issued by Elder Su Lianxue.

Although the Seven-Colored Pill was for treating her only son, Gu Ning’s injuries,

they really did not want to meet this Young Master Gu.

Legend had it that Young Master Gu had been seriously injured after being schemed against by a demoness of the Demon Cult, and with deep demonic influence, his moods were unpredictable.

Moreover, looking at his status,

his father was the Law Enforcement Elder of the Cloud Water Sect, and his mother was the Transmission Elder within the sect.

He almost became a True Disciple but was stopped due to his injuries.

This kind of person might have a very high opinion of himself,

which means he could be difficult to deal with.

It’s meant to be them delivering precious medicine to treat his injuries, yet it felt as though they were the ones seeking favors.

They hadn’t even climbed the mountain yet but were already made to wait an hour.

How was this affair managed?

"Is Elder Su not on the mountain?"

Lin Huaiyu also seemed to have thought of this point.

The thin scholar forced a smile: "A few days ago, the Peak Master received news of the presence of demonic people from the Demon Cult, and set out with Peak Master Gu. Here at Emerald Peak, only the young master is handling affairs."

He paused here, then added: "Since you two have come to offer the medicine, the young master must be very pleased. Taking advantage of his good mood to ask for the privilege to study the Canghai Sword Codex should be no problem."

"Thank you, Steward Xu."

Tong Ping’an had joined the workforce at the age of twenty-one, initially experiencing stages like serving tea and water, and understood the subtleties of workplace dynamics.

Hearing Steward Xu’s words,

he knew that the steward was actually well-meaning.

Although his words sounded harsh, he inadvertently revealed some information.

What did he mean by "Taking advantage of his good mood to ask for the privilege to study the Canghai Sword Codex"?

These words were basically laying the cards on the table.

The implication was that if the mood was not good, then the opportunity to study the Canghai Sword Codex would not be given.

The reward was just an empty promise.

Regrettably, in their eyes, the two of them were actually considered juniors within families established by steward disciples and truly had no significant status to speak of.

To reward or not, it was merely a matter decided by a single word.

This pampered young master was difficult to handle.

Zhou Ping’an turned his head and exchanged a glance with Lin Huaiyu, both discerning the hidden worries in each other’s eyes.

Now that they had explained their purpose, even if they wanted to descend the mountain and wait for Elder Su Lianxue to return, it was too late.

Besides, the two of them had traveled a great distance to the Cloud Water Sect, hoping to learn the secret techniques and then rush back to Qingyang City.

There were still a pile of unresolved crises waiting for them there.

It’s not good to stay away for too long.

"Let’s see first," he said.

Zhou Ping’an smiled and said no more.

He gave a signal with his eyes and walked shoulder to shoulder with Lin Huaiyu.

Not far ahead was Bei Wang Slope.

Inside a cool pavilion,

two people were sitting opposite each other, playing chess.

A few men and women servants were beside them, making tea and fanning. To the unknowing eye, one might think this was some royal or noble leisure and viewing spot, not recognising it as a place belonging to a sect of Jianghu.

"Present it, I hear you are from the inner sect disciple Lin Zhongguang’s family, not bad, not bad, you have crafted two Seven-Colored Pills, showing real dedication.

However, why didn’t Lin Zhongguang come up the mountain himself?

Could it be that he has reached a new height in his Hanyang Bleeding Sword Technique and doesn’t regard this mountain highly anymore?"

The two had just walked into the pavilion and hadn’t spoken yet.

The chess-playing pair had already stopped their hands.

To the left, a pale young man dressed in white, with a furrowed brow, looked up, slightly startled at first, then squinting his eyes, asked in an even tone.

Meanwhile, a portly elder with a long beard next to him, with eyes as big as mung beans, stared at Lin Huaiyu for a long while.

Perhaps feeling it was inappropriate, the portly elder cleared his throat twice, picked up his cup of tea, and took a sip. Without waiting for Zhou Ping’an and Lin Huaiyu to speak, he said, "Ning’er, why ask so many questions? We are all family here. Since they have taken up the bounty, it’s not easy for this young lady to travel all the way to our mountain.

It’s merely a transaction, recording names and imparting teachings are not difficult matters."

Clearly, Lin Zhongguang’s title "Guangyun’s Number One Blade" had quite the reputation.

Even those residing on the mountain had heard of him.

Service disciples who reach the age limit and find no progress in cultivation at the mountain often choose to descend and set up their foundations.

Some establish martial arts schools to teach and transmit their techniques.

Some enter the official government, aiming for a bureaucratic career.

Others choose to marry and flourish their family tree.

Lin Zhongguang had chosen the third path.

This man also possessed uncommon skills, managing a family business that prospered and became a renowned family in Guangyun over the years.

He specialized in the Hanyang Bleeding Sword and had carved a new path for himself, achieving considerable success.

"Oh..."

Lin Huaiyu felt surprised.

Having just heard that Young Master Gu’s tone was not very polite, he thought there would be complications.

He hadn’t expected that the chubby elder next to him would speak up for them.

Although the gaze of the chubby elder was somewhat offensive,

resembling someone trying to see through his clothes,

over the years, Lin Huaiyu had grown accustomed to such covetous stares whenever he ventured out, wearing a veil over his face, so he wasn’t too upset.

Human nature is both beautiful and filthy.

It doesn’t matter what they think; what matters is what they do.

Encouraged by the chubby elder’s interjection, Gu Ning shook his head, losing his mood to talk: "Well, since uncle intends it, let these two disciples join your sect. It’s rare for them to bring the Seven-Colored Pill, I will go to cultivate."

"Alright, Ning’er, go about your business. These two disciples, I will take care of them," said the chubby elder as he laughed heartily and instructed a square-faced, strong man in his thirties standing by his side, "Mingbo, take your junior brother and sister, register them in the sect under my name. Also, properly explain the sect rules to them."

After speaking, the chubby elder swept his sleeves and floated down the mountain.

Zhou Ping’an noticed that this seemingly corpulent man moved as though he was gliding over the ground, covering thirty feet in a single step,

as if he was not touching the ground at all, and disappeared into the distance.

Until then, the two had not spoken a word.

The square-faced strong man approached them with a naive smile and said, "Our master is just like that, very carefree in his actions, spending half his life leisurely escaping the confinement of others.

However, this has its benefits; he is very lenient towards his disciples.

Even in cultivation, he doesn’t impose strict supervision; it all depends on the individuals’ self-practice."

This man seemed honest and Zhou Ping’an thought he was a man of few words, but he was surprised to have misjudged.

"I am Tan Mingbo, in our Xinyuan lineage, I was the first to join; you two can call me Elder Martial Brother Tan.

By the way, while our master is a keeper of the Zangjing Pavilion, he dislikes being addressed as such in daily life.

When referring to him, in public or private, it is best to respectfully call him Elder, and remember not to address him incorrectly," said Elder Martial Brother Tan as they walked and talked...

Once their names were registered, and they had paid homage to the ancestral masters, they were officially included in the Xinyuan lineage.

According to Tan Mingbo, the Xinyuan lineage belongs to Emerald Peak; when outside, they could claim the name "Canghai Emerald," and in case of trouble, mentioning Elder Su’s name would ensure their safety.

As for the chubby elder, their master Su Wenhao, he rarely interfered with affairs, even in teaching martial arts, it was his elder martial brother who took over the role.

’This is troublesome,’ Zhou Ping’an thought.

He carefully considered the implications of Elder Martial Brother Tan’s words.

This Elder Martial Brother intended to personally instruct them in martial arts, effectively making their Master just a figurehead.

During their initiation, they had only paid respects to the past masters, and their actual master hadn’t even shown his face.

What was even more troubling was that Elder Martial Brother Tan was also an inner sect disciple...

Sensing his aura, it appeared slightly inferior even to that of Zhao Fangjing.

Had he studied the Canghai Sword Codex?

It seemed highly unlikely.

Lin Huaiyu mentioned that if one practiced the Sword Codex, the True Qi would transform into Sword Qi, forming a Sword Pill with an extremely sharp aura.

This Elder Martial Brother clearly lacked such characteristics.

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