Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 247 - 217: Exchange Fists for Palms, Farewell Master

Chapter 247: Chapter 217: Exchange Fists for Palms, Farewell Master

Tan Mingbo looked every inch the devoted and responsible senior martial brother.

His simple, honest face, carried a gentle smile.

He led the way ahead.

Zhou Ping’an and Lin Huaiyu, playing their parts as obedient junior martial brother and sister, were very well-behaved, and they spoke pleasantly.

"Are we really going over there?"

Lin Huaiyu asked softly.

They were not fools; ever since they arrived at Xinyuan, they had felt uneasy all over.

Especially when Zhou Ping’an presented the "apprenticeship gift," yet still did not receive the appropriate response.

They knew then that their journey to the mountain to claim the reward and to seek apprenticeship through normal channels had essentially been declared a failure.

If it had not been for overhearing that secret conversation between the two female disciples, revealing the disgusting truth...

Neither Zhou Ping’an nor Lin Huaiyu would have decided to just bear with it...

They intended to wait for the return of that reputedly approachable "Elder Su," to ask whether her offer of the reward still stood.

But now, that was impossible.

"There’s no other way, the gifts have been given, we have done all that is right and proper."

Zhou Ping’an said with a light, indifferent laugh.

He added another sentence, "Actually, I am a very reasonable person."

"Of course, you are."

Lin Huaiyu, who should have been anxious, turned to look steadily at Zhou Ping’an, her eyes swirling with an unfathomable brilliance.

She understood, of course.

Since climbing the mountain, Zhou Ping’an’s patience and concessions were not because his temperament had suddenly improved.

Instead, he wanted to accomplish things by the book and to avoid offending the colossal Cloud Water Heavenly Sect as much as possible.

If they could achieve their goal through legitimate means,

Even if it meant suffering a little loss, pinching their nose and holding back their breath, it was all the same in the end.

All this restraint was for her, Lin Huaiyu, because of her determination to obtain the Canghai Sword Codex and for the dream of advancing in martial arts.

In order to help her realize this dream, he preferred to go against his own nature, to acquiesce and appeal for favor...

With emotions churning, Lin Huaiyu grinned and lowered her head slightly.

Her hair gently fell forward, concealing her sharp eyes like the edge of a knife, and she whispered softly, "Through a mountain of swords and a sea of flames, I will follow where you lead."

Previously, when Zhou Ping’an suggested that they both go to meet their "master,"

She already understood what he intended to do.

Conveniently, she had the same idea herself.

...

"Master, Junior Martial Brother Zhou is escorting Junior Martial Sister Lin to see you, to study the Sword Codex."

The use of the word "escort" was quite clever.

As the senior disciple of Xinyuan, one could say that Tan Mingbo handled every aspect impeccably.

He obeyed the master without question.

And towards his junior martial brothers and sisters, he was "overly protective" and "led by example."

He set a good role model as the senior martial brother.

Within the secret chamber, Su Wenhao naturally caught the hint from his senior disciple.

Feeling a surge of warmth in his heart, he said cheerfully, "Let them come in."

The reason unspoken rules often succeed is that, in this world, there are always some who desire but cannot obtain.

They long for something, and then, they must give something in return.

This time was no exception.

The two new "disciples" seemed to be easily managed.

They were also very sensible.

Thinking of that face he had seen on the day, resembling a celestial maiden from the heavens, Su Wenhao found his breathing become slightly more rapid.

One cannot rush to eat hot tofu from the pot.

The more exquisite the delicacy, the slower it should be savored.

That’s what Su Wenhao thought.

Then, he saw the golden boy and jade girl, radiant and striking, entering through the door.

The man had star-like eyes and straight, sword-like eyebrows; there seemed to be a faint luster on his face, warm and smooth like jade, making it hard to look away.

But he wasn’t interested in the man, only sweeping him with a glance before shifting his gaze to Lin Huaiyu, finding her beauty irresistible and making his entire body itch with desire.

"My disciple, this Sword of Canghai Codex is profound and difficult to grasp; it requires detailed explanation and guidance on key points...

As your master, my abilities are limited, and I can only guide one person at a time, so let’s start with Huaiyu," he said, frowning slightly.

He thought he had hinted enough, so why hadn’t Zhou Ping’an left yet?

If you stand there like a pole, how can I proceed?

Zhou Ping’an obviously understood his meaning. He flipped his palm and revealed a small jade box, holding it with one hand, lifting it to his chest, and said with a smile, "It’s truly a blessing for junior sister to have this opportunity, and I too feel envious.

Here are two Seven-Colored Pills, refined in the same furnace as the elixirs from the other day. I offer them to master, hoping you will take extra care of us."

Could this kid be a fool?

At first, Su Wenhao was taken aback.

Then he was overjoyed.

Who would ever complain about having too many Seven-Colored Pills?

These were amazingly beneficial, whether used by his nephew for healing, to gain a favor in his sister’s eyes,

Or even for his personal cultivation, hoping to achieve Sword Intent and advance to the Peak Mortal Rank Ninth Refinement Ninth Level as soon as possible.

Such a precious medicine was hard to come by.

"Good, good, you truly are a good disciple to your master," he replied, forgetting his composure.

Blinded by the huge benefits before him, Su Wenhao’s eyes lit up as he took two steps forward, eager to take the box.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the jade box, the lid opened to reveal a lump of black, strange substance.

As the breeze wafted through, a uniquely foul smell hit his nostrils.

"Is this... dog shit?"

The immense greed, like a receding tide, faded from his mind as his blood surged to his head... Overwhelmed by the moment, Su Wenhao froze in place.

Staring at the pair of smiling eyes of Zhou Ping’an, he completely failed to react.

"Eat shit, master!"

Zhou Ping’an chuckled, his bare skin already covered with a dense layer of red lotus brands.

In the instant Su Wenhao’s gaze was drawn to the dog shit in the box in his left hand, the fingers of Zhou’s resting right hand silently condensed three deep "Life and Death Impermanence Needles."

"Shh..."

The needle gleamed as it cut through the air, and under the force of an 18,000-jin body, it drew near to Su Wenhao’s abdomen in an instant.

So fast that the eye couldn’t see it.

This attack was a sudden surprise.

Not only Su Wenhao but even Lin Huaiyu felt incredibly shocked.

She had never expected that Zhou Ping’an’s first move would be to invite the other party to eat shit.

The Third Miss almost burst out laughing.

Of course, it was impossible to actually laugh.

The first reaction was to draw the sword.

Even quicker than Lin Huaiyu’s sword drawing was Su Wenhao’s own crisis reflex.

When the three Yanwang Needles were still an inch and a half from his skin, a ring of Gang Qi shield "buzzed" into existence around him.

The pale blue barrier, although thin, was incredibly sturdy and flexible, impervious to blade and sword.

At the same time, Su Wenhao’s hand, which was moving to receive the jade box, suddenly vibrated his wrist as if it were a blade, drawing a curve and slashing forward with a thunderous motion.

A similar ghostly blue Sword Mastery appeared along his palm.

Zhou Ping’an’s mouth still bore a smile, but his eyes had turned cold and icy, with a faint trace of bloodlust.

Not only did he not retreat, but he also took a step forward.

The hand holding the jade box was raised to his shoulder and neck to block the attack while his right hand, in a punching motion, "boomed..."

Inside the secret room, it was as if thunder had resounded.

With a single punch, the air itself shattered like glass, creating a massive black void in front.

To exchange a palm blade for a punch, by all accounts, neither side should suffer a loss.

But Su Wenhao’s heart went cold to the core.

As his palm blade descended, aiming to split the seas, while he meticulously took into account the full extent of his advantage-taking apprentice’s potential moves—

He hadn’t even completed the move.

When he felt a numbness at his torso, his True Qi slightly stalled, his energy weakened by a third, a sense of death pierced into his viscera, and his strike faltered significantly.

The protective Gang Qi barrier failed to completely block those needle pricks?

Pierced right through.

As Su Wenhao marveled internally, his palm blade struck Zhou Ping’an’s forearm, which was blocking across his body.

Only piercing about three parts deep, his blade felt as though it was cutting into Hundred Refined Fine Steel.

Even if it were Hundred Refined Fine Steel, he believed that he could split it in two.

The opponent’s arm, how it had been trained, was a mystery; its flesh, Muscles and Bones, were incredibly tough and also possessed an enormous rebounding force.

With every strike, the force dissipated layer by layer.

Barely reaching the bone, the energy was exhausted and faded.

At the same time.

Su Wenhao was struck by a fist in his chest.

A colossal force, condensed in a small area, exploded.

The Gang Qi shattered, muscles and bones broke loudly, including the heart, which was cleaved open by the blow, protruding and shifting backwards, raising a Fist Imprint on the back.

He could no longer stand...

As if struck by a Siege Hammer, he flew backwards seven or eight zhang, crashing into the extremely sturdy stone wall of the secret room and embedding into it.

"You scoundrel..."

As a Managing Elder who had achieved the External Power Achievement at the Eighth Level Mortal Refinement, Su Wenhao might not be exceptionally brilliant, but thanks to his sister and brother-in-law, he had received far too many advantages.

Having consumed many Elixirs, the toughness of his Muscles and Bones and the robustness of his Life Force were formidable even among his peers at the same level.

Now weakened by Zhou Ping’an’s Death Qi Condensing Needle and struck by an 18,000-jin punch—

He felt his organs burning, head dizzy, yet he was still able to roar as he struggled out from the wall, aiming for a counterattack.

He had barely cried out when a flicker of moon-white light appeared before his eyes, and a flash of blade light had already swept across his neck.

Blood spurted out like a waterfall.

"You..."

Su Wenhao, just steadied, suddenly stood still.

He turned his head with difficulty towards Lin Huaiyu, who held a blood-dripping long sword, his eyes filled with regret.

How could these two be easily handled? Both were like fierce tigers clad in sheep’s clothing.

The male withstood a direct hit from his Sword Mastery, receiving only bone fractures and skin injuries in his arm.

And his heart had been nearly completely shattered by a single punch.

This woman, silent and without warning, struck with a blade swift as rippling water, without any sign.

"We gave you a chance, what a pity, you didn’t cherish it,"

Thinking of his own mindset to avoid unnecessary trouble and to prevent disaster by parting with wealth, as he handed over two "Seven-Colored Pills," a hint of mockery appeared in Zhou Ping’an’s eyes.

He had overestimated the limits of those in this world who possessed power and authority.

In the wild, the wolves and tigers eat human flesh but know better than to consume bones.

They wanted to eat everything clean, flesh and bone.

"If you don’t give it, then I’ll take it myself."

Zhou Ping’an had carefully considered this.

Given Su Wenhao’s status as the keeper of the Cloud Water Sect’s Zangjing Pavillion, it was impossible for him to not have a collection of Cultivation Techniques.

Especially with a sister serving as the Transmission Elder.

And possessing certain unique tastes.

How could he not amass a collection of Cultivation Techniques, to humor those delicate "Female Disciples"?

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