Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 253 - 223: The Cure for the Heart, How to Repay the Kindness

Chapter 253: Chapter 223: The Cure for the Heart, How to Repay the Kindness

"Both of you, follow me."

After Su Lianxue had fumed for a while, she instructed Zhou Ping’an and Lin Huaiyu to follow her up the mountain.

Her figure darted rapidly, becoming faster and faster.

Seeing that the two could keep up, she further increased her speed...

Until Lin Huaiyu began to struggle, did she stabilize her speed, but her gaze towards the two became more complex.

Especially on seeing Zhou Ping’an’s movement technique, her eyebrows couldn’t help but jump.

Having seen and understood many Sects and Factions and their cultivation techniques, Su Lianxue was very knowledgeable.

It was obvious to her that the stepping technique of these two was sinister to the core, lacking the aura of the Daoist Sect, evidently the Ghostly Shadows Step from Lishan Sect.

Lin Huaiyu was still alright; despite having modified it here and there and losing some essence, at least it had gained some celestial air.

However, Zhou Ping’an’s stepping technique was even more orthodox than the bona fide disciples of Lishan Sect.

His movement technique was erratic.

It was quite displeasing to observe.

If it weren’t for sensing that the foundational cultivation technique within Zhou Ping’an was based on the "Tidal Breathing Technique" foundational to Cloud Water Sect,

she would have suspected that he was a disciple of Lishan Sect who had infiltrated her presence.

"How did you learn the Ghostly Shadows Step?"

The Lishan Sect wasn’t much of a threat to Cloud Water Sect, but there were still some disputes between the disciples of the two sects, especially in the Jiangzhou area where skirmishes would erupt from time to time.

Although most of the time, Cloud Water Sect would have the upper hand, there were occasional losses of disciples.

The issue didn’t lie there.

The most displeasing fact was that the founder of Lishan Sect was originally from the Reincarnation Demon Sect.

Although these two sects belonged to different sides, they were linked branches, aiding each other.

The Reincarnation Sect would occasionally use the power of Lishan Sect to reach their hands into the Jiangzhou area, causing endless trouble.

The events of tonight were also among them.

"In response to Elder’s question, my senior brother and I, a month ago, clashed with disciples from Lishan Sect at the foot of the mountain. Fortunately emerging victorious... we acquired the stepping technique secret manual that person carried along, and thus learned it."

Although Lin Huaiyu was not fond of guessing others’ intentions and was of a very indifferent nature, he was very perceptive and acutely sensed Su Lianxue’s concerns.

He also noticed that this Elder Su seemed somewhat more enthusiastic in her demeanor towards him than towards Zhou Ping’an.

Therefore, he preemptively responded.

At the same time, he carefully concealed any negative emotions deep within him.

"How long ago did this happen?"

Su Lianxue had been casually listening while leading the way at the front.

Suddenly, she stumbled, almost unable to maintain her expression...

"A month ago."

Lin Huaiyu widened his eyes and pondered; the sequential battles in Qingyang City and Baicao Hall, where they eventually killed Xiao Yunhe, the steward of Lishan Sect, and dominated Qingyang, seemed like events of just a little while ago.

"Oh, very good."

To have learned a stepping technique to such a degree in a month was quite impressive.

Su Lianxue glanced at the mountain peak, unable to hold back any longer, looked back at them and internally exclaimed that she had found treasures.

Previously seeing the two compete with Ye Xiaoqian and Ran Sifei without a hint of defeat, she was already internally amazed.

She had been wondering.

How could her own Emerald Peak have such outstanding talents hidden, and she was unaware?

Now hearing their story, it turns out they had just ascended the mountain.

She suddenly realized that she might have missed out on quite a bit while she was away.

"Mother, mother, save me, the pain is killing me."

As soon as they reached the mountain summit, before Su Lianxue could thoroughly inquire about their past, she heard a miserable howl.

She sighed, her face grave as she entered the elegant pavilion, her eyes showing a look of disappointment tinged with frustration.

"Didn’t I tell you to heal properly and overcome your inner demons as soon as possible?

If you were healed, you wouldn’t have been defeated by that demoness with a single sword strike, nor be injured like this."

She was both distressed and annoyed.

"I want her dead, was Ye Xiaoqian captured? Mother, I want to torture her brutally for three days and nights..."

Gu Ning’s face was very ferocious at this moment; tears flowed as his eyes reddened with rage.

Looking at his forehead, a dark cluster was evident, clearly his mind was not sound.

"Shut up, can’t you overcome your mental barriers, improve your skills, and confront her in an upright manner?

This crying and yelling, what kind of behavior is this?"

Su Lianxue’s head was nearly buzzing. She felt like scolding, but seeing her own son in such a pitiable state, she was at a loss as to what to do.

By the looks of it, his injuries were not easily curable.

Then she turned to a middle-aged man next to her who was holding a silver needle, administering acupuncture, and asked, "Mister Feng, how is Ning’er’s condition?"

"Peak Master, Young Master Ning’s arm was severed, and even if reattached, the meridians are blocked.

To reopen the pathways might take about a year or two to heal completely, it should not cause too much trouble.

However..."

"Just say it."

Su Lianxue had been extremely worried about her son for days.

Just one failure, and some verbal humiliation, Gu Ning felt like the sky had fallen. The shadows in his mind just wouldn’t dissipate.

As a result, the shadows remained, and his physical injuries could not heal properly either.

She had no choice but to rely on medication to keep him somewhat normal.

It seemed that not only had there been no progress, but the situation had also worsened.

"Young Master Ning’s illness is of the heart, and an illness of the heart needs medicine of the heart.

That battle with Ye Xiaoqian shattered his spirit. After his body was injured, he suffered severe mental trauma.

Tonight, seeing that woman again, and being defeated by her in a single stroke, not only did he not get his revenge but suffered further humiliation, therefore..."

Mister Feng hesitated as he spoke, some words difficult to express.

But Su Lianxue understood.

Looking at her son’s crazed state, even though she wasn’t versed in medicine, she basically realized that curing him would not be an overnight task.

Furthermore, it required him to understand and come to terms with it himself.

He no longer dwelled on the past.

"Did we push him too hard?"

Su Lianxue raised her head, allowing the tears on the brink of spilling over to retreat, while she recalled numerous days and nights of strictly urging the young one to cultivate.

Always forcing cultivation on him like stuffing a duck, she had never really paid attention to tempering his temperament.

When he occasionally caused some trouble, she merely glossed over it without probing into right or wrong.

As a result, such a perverse temperament had developed, and moreover, he couldn’t withstand the slightest setback.

Zhou Ping’an stood to the side, secretly watching.

His face bore no expression.

In his heart, he felt a secret pleasure.

This Young Master Ning wasn’t really anything good.

He remembered clearly.

That day, when he and the Third Miss were delivering medicine, the other’s attitude.

It felt as though he wasn’t the one seeking medicine. When he delivered it, it was as if he was the one asking for a favor.

Yes, it was like almsgiving.

Accepting the "Seven-Colored Pill" as though it was his due, as for keeping promises? Completely unimportant.

Brushed off with a few casual words, he didn’t care whether the transaction was completed.

What was there to pity about such a person?

If possible.

He would even say, pleased, well done.

So, it goes to show that people’s joys and sorrows do not communicate.

Zhou Ping’an and Lin Huaiyu were forcefully suppressing their delight.

But Su Lianxue couldn’t help feeling miserable.

Zhou Ping’an of course understood how this situation had come about, and moreover, he knew how to cure it.

But he wouldn’t make a move.

Returning good for evil, but what about returning good for good?

He felt that all this was because Young Master Ning had had too good a life in the first half of his life.

As the Lesser Peak Master of Emerald Peak, Young Master Ning had everything he wanted from childhood, his father being the Law Enforcement Elder of the Cloud Water Sect, and his mother a Transmission Elder within the sect.

Wherever he went, people fawned over him; how could he ever face setbacks?

But he didn’t understand.

The status and position of his parents were based on their strength.

It wasn’t to say that he himself also had the right to be arrogant.

Once a person becomes arrogant, they tend not to see themselves clearly.

Out in the world, others won’t indulge him... And so, he kicked a steel plate and took a huge fall.

Never to recover.

"Send him back to his room to recuperate properly."

Su Lianxue sighed, waved her hand, and had the servants take Ning back to his room.

She then turned to attend to more pressing matters.

"When did you come up the mountain? I hadn’t heard of it?"

She was asking Zhou Ping’an.

A lean scholar hurried forward, bowing as he said, "Replying to the Peak Master, they answered a bounty three days ago and brought two [Seven-Colored Pills] to the mountain to ask for apprenticeship.

On the day, the Peak Master was not at home, and the young master had uncle lord take them in for instruction. Now, both are Inner Sect Disciples."

"Nonsense!"

Su Lianxue’s face changed drastically.

What kind of person was her own brother, if she didn’t know?

If it weren’t for their parents dying early and insisting that she take good care of her younger brother and ensure he had a good life, Su Lianxue would have long ceased to care for him.

Lodged under the same peak, Su Wenhao occasionally caused some trouble that reached her ears.

Even, one time, Gu Qingqiu had come with law enforcement disciples to seize him, and she had barely managed to save him.

Such a brother, any promising disciple under him would likely be delayed.

Luckily, it hadn’t been long.

"Summon Su Wenhao for me. He can’t teach this disciple."

"That, this..."

The lean scholar began to sweat.

A Xinyuan disciple had just reported that Mister Wenhao had disappeared.

Disappear indeed.

Within the Cultivation chamber, there were large patches of blood, walls deeply indented, and valuable items gone.

Judging by the scene, it was almost certain he had met with foul play.

Steward Xu, having not seen his body, decided to be vague.

No matter how little regard he had for Su Wenhao, he was after all the Peak Master’s own brother...

Who knows what she was thinking?

What if she took out bad news on others?

"Let’s have a look."

Su Lianxue, unusually, did not get angry.

She just wore a stern face as she went to Xinyuan...

Outside the private chamber, and within the back courtyard, disciples had already gathered, all whispering among themselves, yet none dared to enter the chamber.

Su Lianxue sniffed in displeasure and entered the chamber. Her brow furrowed immediately.

Oil lamps had been lit, illuminating the spacious room now in disarray.

Looking at the human-shaped dent deep in the wall.

And considering some traces on the floor, she could even infer what had happened in the room at the time.

The air still carried a faint scent of death.

That extremely pure scent of death was very distinct in the sensing of Divine Will.