Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 249 - 219: As the Moon Tilts, Ascend the Summit Once More

Chapter 249: Chapter 219: As the Moon Tilts, Ascend the Summit Once More

A cold and chilling breath.

It seemed to surge endlessly into the blood from the Yin Spirit Bead in front of his chest, permeating into the five viscera and six bowels as the Internal Breath pulsated.

Zhou Ping’an could feel the power of the Sun Chasing Pill he had just ingested becoming docile upon contact with this chill air; his kidneys kept condensing and expanding, the blue light growing stronger.

"Sixty percent, nearly there. By the looks of it, by nightfall tomorrow, the Perfection of the Five Viscera should be achieved."

Zhou Ping’an silently estimated his cultivation progress, a trace of joy emerging in his heart.

"All worries and hesitations stem from one’s own lack of strength.

To look before and after and to weigh pros and cons is to be prudent in action but detrimental to cultivation.

The higher the cultivation reaches the superior realm, the more one must focus on the clarity and thoroughness of one’s will.

Without a mindset to sweep aside all obstacles and the determination to look down upon the world, it is very difficult to cultivate an indestructible Divine Will."

"It’s different with Third Miss; she never harbors such negative emotions and focuses solely on cultivation, progressing towards her dreams.

In some ways, her indifference seems to naturally align with the path of being utterly pure and childlike.

It is quite fitting for the Canghai Sword Codex, and she is more likely to cultivate Sword Intent as well."

At that thought,

Zhou Ping’an turned his head to look.

He saw Lin Huaiyu as if radiating light.

A faint blue glow was permeating through her skin.

His spiritual power quietly reached out.

A feeling of extreme sharpness, yet immensely vast, came flooding into his heart.

Zhou Ping’an was surprised to find that the Third Miss now somehow made him feel a trace of danger.

"Hum..."

Lin Huaiyu’s body suddenly emanated a bright blue light that extended more than three feet before contracting again.

One could vaguely see a saber-shaped cyan phantom appear in front of her.

The phantom was fleeting and then retreated back into the dantian in her lower abdomen.

Her body shook slightly, and her eyes suddenly opened with a flash of sharp sword light...

Seeing Zhou Ping’an looking over, the Sword Qi in her eyes disappeared, and she smiled, saying, "Brother Zhou, I have formed the Sword Pill."

Even with Third Miss’s composure, she couldn’t help but tremble in her voice, her emotions surging beyond control.

Over the years, she was not given much importance in the Lin Residence.

In fact, she could be said to have been ostracized...

Perhaps because she was precocious, overshadowing both of her older brothers?

Or maybe it was because of her mother’s status, being naturally opposed by the senior madam of the residence?

Since her mother’s death from illness, Lin Huaiyu’s life could be said to have been challenging.

She faced cold treatment and cunning schemes, constantly struggling to avoid being dragged into the mire.

She didn’t even have anyone to rely on.

No matter how many thoughts she had, she could only suppress them and silently bear all the injustices.

Even when she went to Qingyang City to set up the Precious Pharmacy, the reason given was merely to expand the financial resources for the Guangyun Lin Family and to make the cultivation of her "brothers" smoother.

And for the Lin Family to establish merits by expanding its influence to other cities.

Her true thoughts were never revealed to anyone.

Only in the dead of night, in her dreams, would she allow herself to imagine achieving the inheritance of the Sword of Canghai, succeeding in her cultivation, no longer controlled by others, and soaring to great heights.

Of course, dreams are precious because they are only entertained in sleep.

They represent beautiful but extremely challenging achievements.

Lin Huaiyu thought so, but she never really expected to make a name for herself in Qingyang City, to refine the Seven-Colored Pill.

Nor did she expect to really learn the Canghai Sword Codex within Fang Yu’s territory and cultivate True Qi.

From then on, set foot on the smooth path of Mortal Rank Ninth Refinement, with a promising future.

"How did things change like this?"

Lin Huaiyu’s gaze softened as she looked towards Zhou Ping’an...

It started from when this man with a puzzled face applied to join the Lin Residence seeking the position of Protector.

At first, she just felt that this young man was of a unique temperament, seemingly possessing unusual secrets.

Later on, she slowly discovered that he was a genius in cultivation, progressing a thousand miles in a single day.

And, he easily bonded with Xiao Jiu.

The pot called the kettle black; as it turned out, they saw eye to eye.

They became the best of friends.

This was somewhat peculiar.

Others might not know Xiao Jiu’s unique traits, but how could she not?

Despite her young age and seemingly not very intelligent appearance, her younger sister had a strange ability: she was naturally disadvantage-averse.

Her knack for embracing good fortune and avoiding calamity was almost innate.

Even if she encountered danger, it was often not truly perilous, and there would be a reversal later on.

Moreover, she would gain benefits from it.

What Xiao Jiu deemed good was truly good.

Even if it went against her own judgment, it would be proven later on that she had the fool’s fortune and would laugh last.

She could kick a gold nugget by tripping on a hillside.

The little girl had such a mystical side to her.

Xiao Jiu took an instant liking to her "Brother Ping’an"... Lin Huaiyu knew that he might be the nobleman in her life.

The hands she had longed for.

"Ping’an, it’s really good to have met you," Lin Huaiyu suddenly said, smiling.

Zhou Ping’an paused slightly, thinking that Third Miss did not often show her feelings, but the occasional remark could stir one’s soul.

"Good, indeed, but if we do not leave here soon, we risk being trapped, which could spell disaster."

After killing a man, he even occupied the other’s secret chamber to cultivate on the spot.

It wasn’t exactly a good thing to do.

Looking out through the ventilation opening of the secret chamber, the moon had already begun to tilt westward, and the night deepened.

Naturally, this was the best time to retreat.

Before leaving, Zhou Ping’an picked up Su Wenhao’s body and threw it into his spatial storage, no longer hiding this from Lin Huaiyu.

After all, she already knew what she needed to know.

When he thought of Tan Mingbo again, Zhou Ping’an’s fingers brushed over something squared.

Zhou Ping’an reached into his chest and pulled out a wooden box.

The wooden box was sealed with beeswax. Upon opening it, there was an elixir emitting a rainbow luster.

"It turns out you secretly kept one for yourself. I have to take back my words, eldest senior brother, your loyalty also has its limits."

Zhou Ping’an neatly put away the wooden box and threw Tan Mingbo’s body together with his master and people like Zhao Fangjing from the town below the mountain.

He looked around the room; the two patches of blood had already seeped deep into the slate floor, not easy to clean, so he simply ignored it.

If someone afterwards discovered the traces inside this secret chamber,

they would never suspect that it was the work of their two newly accepted disciples.

At least, the apparent level of strength made it seem completely impossible.

...

The backyard was cold and serene.

With the slanting moon hanging in the sky, the sight was blurring.

The two of them walked out of the secret chamber and headed toward the front courtyard, meeting no one along the way.

No wonder.

Even if Su Wenhao was underhanded and dirty in his dealings, he still had to maintain some semblance of the righteous reputation of the Cloud Water Heavenly Sect.

Some things could be done in secret.

As long as no rumors were spread afterward, without witnesses to see and hear, it was as if nothing had happened.

Hence, when he was doing his dirty deeds in secret, the yard would definitely be devoid of people.

Perhaps this master of the Xinyuan would occasionally find an excuse to kill a servant who accidentally wandered into the backyard...

And then, no one would dare to break the rules again.

"When we arrived, it seems only the eldest senior brother knew, and we took a small path that didn’t alarm anyone."

Lin Huaiyu suddenly stopped walking as they made their way.

Her eyes were filled with eagerness.

"You want to?"

Zhou Ping’an immediately understood by looking at her expression.

That Gu Ning, Young Master Gu, had accepted their "Seven-Colored Pill," claiming it would make them eligible to be listed in the sect and be passed the Canghai Sword Codex...

He only fulfilled half of his promise.

Although, afterwards it was proven that all these things were schemes concocted by that lecherous old man, Su Wenhao.

Nevertheless, Gu Ning had received the reward elixir and failed to fulfill his promise; he was also responsible.

"We can’t let him off so easily. At the very least, we must get that elixir back. Even if he has used it, we need to get something in compensation."

Lin Huaiyu was such a person who cared about fairness.

The two of them had worked so hard and exerted a lot of effort to refine the elixir and had even traveled thousands of miles to deliver it personally.

The result was such a treatment.

It was simply infuriating.

"You’re thinking about getting their Refine True Intent and Open Divine Orifice methods, aren’t you."

Zhou Ping’an chuckled lightly.

"Brother Zhou, your cultivation speed is extremely fast, and in no time at all, you’ll be able to touch the realm of Sword Intent.

The Mortal Rank Seventh Refinement Minor Circulation and Grand Circulation may not be able to hold you back for long.

Even the Eighth Stage Mortal Refinement Inner Strength and External Power Realm can be directly broken through...

But the Ninth Stage Mortal Refinement’s Sword Intent gathering, as well as the method to open the Divine Aperture, are treasures that every sect keeps a closely guarded secret, which are not easily learned.

Without guidance, relying solely on self-realization is immensely difficult. Since we’re already here, we might as well try, with or without certainty."

Lin Huaiyu’s eyes shone brightly.

She took out two pieces of white silk from her arms.

She handed one to Zhou Ping’an and quickly tied the other around her face, expertly covering it up.

Her words hit exactly what Zhou Ping’an had been thinking.

He was actually thinking the same thing.

"Alright, we can do it. Master Su Lianxue of Emerald Peak isn’t home, and this might be the last chance for murky waters fishing.

Once the news of Su Wenhao’s disappearance spreads by tomorrow, those smart and insightful Xinyuan disciples will likely flee down the mountain.

Those who stay on the mountain will certainly not have it easy..."

The rules of this world were somewhat different from the modern world.

Especially in sects and factions where there are no legal norms, life and death are dependent on personal whims.

Once word gets out that Su Wenhao may have died.

His disciples will be thoroughly investigated, to say the least.

Then, the dirty secrets that Su Wenhao secretly committed would also be exposed.

In such a case, the life and death of these disciples actually lie in the high-ups’ single thought.

As for whether they live or die, it all depends on Su Lianxue’s mood.

No hesitation.

The two

Under the cover of darkness, they activated their movement technique, using the shadows of the trees as concealment, and moved toward the complex of buildings at the mountain top.

Having been on Emerald Peak for three days, they knew where Gu Ning lived.