Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 250 - 220: Suspected Fellow Disciple, Murderous Intent in the Dark Night

Chapter 250: Chapter 220: Suspected Fellow Disciple, Murderous Intent in the Dark Night

I don’t know which room houses Gu Ning.

It doesn’t matter.

Just look for the tallest and most luxurious building.

Searching in the back courtyard will suffice.

Zhou Ping’an’s spiritual power slowly extended, carefully circumventing the paths taken by the resident warriors without alerting anyone. Gradually, he neared an exquisite attic.

No matter how you looked at it, this building seemed extremely significant.

In the dead of night, it was still guarded, both overtly and covertly.

It surely hid something important or someone of importance.

Gu Ning might live here.

Zhou Ping’an, his face covered with a white veil, and Lin Huaiyu, both soundlessly descended, intending to find a poorly defended angle to infiltrate.

Suddenly, he had a premonition.

With a flick of his fingers, several Yanwang Needles shot out silently, piercing the air.

At his flank, a white, slender hand suddenly appeared.

With a deep and dark palm, it struck with a silent breeze.

In the blink of an eye.

Zhou Ping’an also countered with a palm strike, thundering out.

"Eh..."

Following a soft snap.

Zhou Ping’an’s body shook violently, and he drifted back.

From his palm to his elbow, and then to his shoulder, reaching his inner organs.

He felt an acutely sharp force like a needle, slicing through as a blade through bamboo, piercing straight in.

As this force penetrated, his body’s inner energies became imbalanced, with deathly energy surging...

He seemed to see a giant wheel before his eyes, imprinting into his mind, as his soul neared the abyss.

He grunted, and the Seventh Level Impermanence Needle Technique moved with his will, converting deathly energy into life, grinding away the piercing force.

His complexion shifted three times between pitch black and glowing white before returning to normal.

He exhaled a thick black breath.

Turning his gaze,

he saw a figure already falling back, lightly gasping and retreating three or four zhang across the grass.

The person had a delicate figure, dressed in black, with a black veil over their face.

They also expelled a thick black breath.

"Impermanence Needle?"

The person in black did not advance again, and from above the black veil, a pair of slicing eyes revealed traces of caution as they asked clearly.

"Reincarnation Sword?"

Zhou Ping’an’s heart also chilled slightly.

He sensed the implication of the life and death reincarnation within the force, sharing the same nature as the Impermanence Needle Technique, yet the method of attack was like a wheel grinding, with a bitterly cold Sword Qi.

He roughly guessed a Cultivation Technique.

In modern society, when he had cultivated the "Life and Death Impermanence Needle" to the Seventh Level, in a moment of reverie, he seemed to have seen six whirlpools continuously spinning.

And it was remarkably similar to the charm of this woman’s attack.

At that time, he had suspected that the Life and Death Impermanence Needle might have a peculiar connection with the Reincarnation Sect. Now, he naturally associated it with a secret sword technique of the legendary Reincarnation Sect.

The opponent, with the aura of death, well-hidden like dry wood or stones.

It wasn’t until he was close that his spiritual sense detected her. She disguised herself as an inanimate object and could even shield herself from his spiritual exploration to some extent.

This suggested that.

The woman’s spiritual power was not weak, and even though his own spiritual power was strong and had been purified by the Five Desires Evil Art,

it did not mean that there were no skills in this world that could contend or cope with it.

At the very least, this person before him could deceive his perception within a certain range.

It was as if he were in a dark forest; just as he detected the opponent, the opponent also detected him in the next instant.

Massive murderous intent erupted immediately.

Zhou Ping’an employed the Impermanence Needle Technique instinctively, while the opponent also launched an attack.

Their Sword Intent was extremely firm and resilient. Zhou Ping’an had to convert life to death thrice to wear down this killing intent. In some ways, the opponent’s strength even surpassed his cheap master "Su Wenhao."

"I wonder which elder master or senior uncle’s disciple you are, wearing a set of Cloud Water Sect’s disciple clothing, you have indeed caused a misunderstanding,"

the woman in black said in a voice as sweet as a warbler, her tone innocent. However, Zhou Ping’an knew she was probing him.

Those eyes, not only were they very wary of him,

but they also naturally assumed a defensive posture, with the short sword vaguely pointing towards the side.

There, precisely where the Third Miss was located.

"Let’s just each take what we need, no need to pry any further."

Zhou Ping’an shook his head.

He didn’t want to get entangled with this tough and cunning woman.

In fact, there was no relation at all.

If his guess was right, this person should be a successor of the Reincarnation Demon Sect, with a purpose for coming to the Cloud Water Sect in the dead of night that wasn’t quite clear.

After pondering for a moment, he added, "The friend hiding behind the tree should also show themselves now, or else I’ll assume that you all have malicious intentions and want to start a fight here."

"Ran Sifei, seeing that I was at a disadvantage, you didn’t come out to help, yet you still hide. What’s the point? I couldn’t hide myself, do you think you can escape this young man’s detection?"

The woman in black chuckled charmingly as if her mood had suddenly improved.

A figure slowly walked out from behind the tree, and he was not wearing a mask.

Upon seeing him, Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but twitch slightly beneath the veil over his face.

’Are they looking for a quick death?’

He noticed that the man who emerged, who seemed to act as though the world owed him money, was actually two meters thirty-four centimeters tall.

If it were merely a matter of being tall and burly, that would be one thing.

Nothing more than a born basketball player...

However, the purple-red lotus patterns faintly visible on the skin of his face and body commanded respect and caution from others.

There was no need to guess.

Zhou Ping’an could tell at a glance.

This person obviously practiced the "Purifying World Lotus Body" of the Red Lotus Sect.

The lotus patterns etched like relief into his skin were even more apparent than his own when transformed.

He must have cultivated the "Purifying World Lotus Body" to at least the Fifth Level.

This could be judged from the immense aura emanating from his body.

"How about we mind our own business and each take what we need?"

Lin Huaiyu didn’t wait to be prompted and stepped forward on his own.

The Sword Qi ripples on his body surged like ocean waves...

His hand rested on the hilt of his sword, as if he was ready to draw it at any moment.

"Tsk tsk, this little sister here is disguised so well. This Sword Qi of yours looks as pure as it gets.

If it weren’t for the young man earlier with his profound Life and Death Impermanence Qi, I would have mistaken your identities."

Upon the appearance of Lin Huaiyu,

the woman in black expressed her amazement.

She did not inquire further about their identities and simply said:

"Sword Manuals, cultivation techniques, they’re all meaningless to me. But let’s agree on this, once we find the Divine Intent Crystal Stone, I hope you’ll show some generosity and step aside, let’s not ruin the harmony among us."

"It’s all about skills, we simply take what we can, where does the idea of giving way come from? The lady is joking."

Zhou Ping’an chuckled lightly, took Lin Huaiyu by the hand, and their figures faded as they blended into the night.

They moved through multiple buildings and entered the pavilion.

The woman in black narrowed her eyes, watching as the figures of Zhou Ping’an and Lin Huaiyu grew fainter, "So meticulous in action and speech, it’s hard to decipher where they come from, interesting, very interesting."

After muttering to herself,

the woman in black turned and said, "Big guy, if you’re scared, you can go back.

Hauling around such a massive body makes you too conspicuous wherever you go, and I can’t afford to have you slow me down."

"Who’s slowing who down is yet to be seen. Ye Xiaoqian, I hope you don’t end up dying here on Emerald Peak."

The giant man grinned, his eyes full of amusement. He took a huge stride, and with a stomp, a large pit exploded beneath his feet.

He reached behind his back and pulled out a black short halberd.

His enormous body shot forward like a cannonball, breaking through walls as he charged directly towards the pavilion.

As the short halberd swung, anything that obstructed him, be it trees or brick walls, shattered into dust.

"This big dumb bull."

Ye Xiaoqian sighed, watching Ran Sifei charge in like a reckless bull, she couldn’t help but curse aloud.

With a slight flicker of her figure, she turned into a whisper of smoke and soared into the pavilion.

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