Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 255 - 225: Two Slaps, Raising Eyebrows and Exhaling Triumphantly

Chapter 255: Chapter 225: Two Slaps, Raising Eyebrows and Exhaling Triumphantly

"Good child, you’ve really suffered."

After venting her anger, Su Lianxue took Lin Huaiyu’s hand, and her motherly love immediately overflowed.

She could entirely imagine it.

Her darling protégée, since her mother’s death, living alone in the Guangyun Lin Family, must have endured how much persecution and bullying from Lin Zhongguang’s wife.

To the extent that she couldn’t even establish a foothold in Guangyun County.

In order to escape the fate of being given away as a concubine or becoming a furnace, she had tried everything possible to seek out the Seven-leaf Tithonia and refine the Seven-Colored Pill.

Only this path could free her from the control of the Guangyun Lin Family.

It was her way to jump out of her predetermined miserable fate.

"Fang Yu, I have heard about his temperament more or less.

If he knows that Huaiyu has entered my tutelage, even though he might not dare to harass us openly, he could still be trouble in the shadows."

"No, the more I think about it, the more disgusting it becomes.

Everyone turns a blind eye out of respect for old Fang Han, not meddling with his Floating Cloud Lineage’s mess, but it’s time we stopped pretending not to see it."

Su Lianxue flicked her sleeve and suddenly stood up.

"Come, follow me, no matter what, we need to teach that young Fang a lesson."

Leaving those words behind, Su Lianxue took Lin Huaiyu’s hand, huffed coldly, and turned into a purple afterimage, thundering through the air and whizzing northwest.

"My wife..."

Gu Qingqiu watched, dumbstruck, as Su Lianxue suddenly pulled Lin Huaiyu away with her.

He sighed, rubbing his forehead.

Knowing he couldn’t control his wife, but going to watch the excitement was definitely feasible.

It might also prevent matters from escalating further and becoming difficult to settle down.

"Ping’an, do you want me to take you along?"

Gu Qingqiu was about to head out when he glanced back at Zhou Ping’an.

Seeing that he was just standing there, looking utterly unable to follow his wife’s train of thought.

"There’s no need for Uncle Master to take action, I’ll follow slowly."

"All right then."

Gu Qingqiu obviously couldn’t wait.

With a slight push of his foot, he shot up into the sky, using a large tree branch to spring himself forward, shattering the air and leaving a long white trail as he too went far off.

"This..."

Zhou Ping’an looked left and right, only to realize that inside the Emerald Yao Pavilion, there was no one left.

The servants in the distance dared not come anywhere close.

"So this is what it’s like to be valued, being taken under the wing of an extremely protective master doesn’t seem too bad, for now, it looks like there’s no need to flee."

The corners of his mouth curled slightly, and he chuckled silently.

Turning his head to look in the direction of Young Master Gu Ning’s residence, still echoing with groans of pain, he turned into a faint ghostly shadow, following the white trail in the sky, and dashed northwest.

The Nineteen Peaks of the Floating Clouds weren’t too far away...

Rugged peaks faced off against each other, streams crisscrossed, with the cries of apes and eagles, the roar of tigers and howls of wolves.

To ordinary people, the Floating Cloud Mountains at night were indeed somewhat dangerous.

But to someone like Zhou Ping’an, a martial artist with successful cultivation and formidable strength, it was like a pet playground, feeling no sense of crisis whatsoever.

Under the moonlight, traversing mountains and rivers, there was an unexpected joy of touring scenic views.

In just half an incense stick’s time, Zhou Ping’an had followed that familiar qi to a steep peak shrouded in deep night mist.

Still only halfway up the peak, he could already hear Su Lianxue’s characteristic soft and charm-filled voice.

This cheap master, who took them under her wing halfway through, even when filled with rage and fuming, still spoke unhurriedly and in a calm tone.

Maybe it had to do with the upbringing she had received since she was young.

Even when furious enough to kill.

Still no harsh words would be spoken.

For instance, right now she was speaking in a soft voice but with a fierce message.

"Fang Yu, you have humiliated my disciple like this; do you not put Emerald Peak in your eyes?

Today, if you knock your head on the ground three times and properly apologize to my disciple, then we can let this go. Otherwise, I’ll make sure your humiliation can’t be washed away."

Just as Zhou Ping’an arrived at the mountaintop, he saw that Su Lianxue, pulling along Lin Huaiyu, had already reached a flat open space.

All around were eaves and swaying corners, successive houses, and in the middle, a two-story palace-like luxurious building...

In front of the broken doors and windows stood a youth in a robe, with disheveled hair and a sword in hand, barefooted.

The youth was actually quite handsome, except that his lips were thin, and there was a hint of blue under his eyes.

His demeanor was rather gloomy, making him somewhat unlikable.

"Elder Su, I, Fang Yu, do not recall offending anyone of your Emerald Peak. Isn’t it a bit too much to come and cause a scene in the middle of the night?"

His gaze lingered on Su Lianxue, not daring to stare too long.

Then he caught sight of Lin Huaiyu, held by Su Lianxue, and his eyes immediately fixated on her, unable to look away.

"This fairy..."

"Fairy your big-headed ghost."

Su Lianxue was already full of rage.

Thinking of her disciple being eyed by Fang Yu, a lustful ghost, she suspected that good wouldn’t come of it.

Calling him out to the mountain was a spur-of-the-moment decision.

If Fang Yu had simply shown weakness and said nice things, indicating that he would never dare to cause trouble again—that the verbal marriage agreement meant nothing—then the matter could have been dropped.

But upon arriving at Red Cloud Peak and calling the other party out, she had seen the man looking at her disciple with a sleazy lecherous face, the coveting clear as day.

How could she let this go?

Without a second thought, her figure flickered.

And she was before Fang Yu in an instant.

"Sky Splitter..."

Fang Yu, even if a bit distracted, didn’t expect Su Lianxue would strike. By now, he had reacted.

The long sword in his hand unsheathed with a flash of sword light, ready to execute the Floating Cloud Nine Forms.

Su Lianxue was surrounded by cold snowflakes, and water shone around her, chill soaking to the bone...

The sword had yet to strike, but the intent was already there.

With a single press of his energy downward, Fang Yu’s Sword Gang Qi in his hands became stagnant.

In an instant, Su Lianxue’s palm had already broken through Fang Yu’s Cloud-Slashing Sky-Splitting Form. She lightly flicked his sword, scattering the sword technique, then with a backhanded slap, struck heavily across his face.

Smack...

A loud explosion.

Fang Yu screamed out.

Half of his cheek and seven or eight white teeth, mixed with blood, were already sprayed out.

The whole person skewed and flew backward, crashing into the stone pillar in front of the house, causing the pillar to collapse.

"Peak Master..."

Outcries resounded from all sides.

Men and women rushed out, saw the furious Su Lianxue, wanted to run forward to help Fang Yu up, but dared not.

"To harbor malicious intentions, do you think my disciple is someone you can covet?"

Su Lianxue slapped Fang Yu.

She knocked out half of his teeth, and with a puff of anger dissipating, her brows and eyes still showed coldness.

She pulled Lin Huaiyu over and said sternly, "I presume you haven’t realized who exactly my disciple is by her last and given name. You’re probably still blaming me for attacking unprovoked.

Listen clearly, my disciple is from the Guangyun Lin Family and is known as ’Fairy Huaiyu.’

From tonight on, she has no more ties with the Lin Family, nor any relationship with you, Fang Yu. Have you got that?"

This showed clear enough.

Su Lianxue, although protective of her own, was also a reasonable person.

She had slapped someone, venting Lin Huaiyu’s frustrations.

Of course, she had to act with justified cause.

She couldn’t let people talk, saying that she, the Peak Master of Emerald Peak from the Canghai descent, was an unreasonable and meddlesome woman.

"I don’t accept this! What qualifies your Canghai descent to meddle in the internal affairs of my Floating Clouds Lineage?

It turns out to be Lin Huaiyu, that lowly maid. Since her family had promised her to me as a concubine, you can’t just decide it doesn’t count, can you?"

Fang Yu had just been awoken from the gentle embrace of soft jade and warm fragrance.

He hadn’t spoken three sentences before he received another slap, knocking his teeth out and swelling his face.

He was enraged like a lunatic.

He had gained fame at a young age, stepping into the realm of Eighth Refinement Mastery at twenty-seven, and by twenty-nine, he had already reached the threshold of condensing Sword Intent.

Among the True Disciples of the Cloud Water Sect, he was certainly no weakling.

People who flattered and kowtowed to him were a dime a dozen.

You can imagine his high opinion of himself.

Even the Elders of the Sect acted friendly and gave him extra face when they saw him.

He himself didn’t think these Elders were all that awe-inspiring.

They had simply practiced for a longer time.

In a few years, he might be able to catch up or even surpass their realm.

Someday, there was even hope to Open Divine Orifice and breakthrough to True Martial.

By then, even the Sect Leader’s position was not out of reach.

These Elders, who could hardly make much progress, were better off being kind to the True Disciples with boundless prospects, granting them future favors.

But...

He never imagined that Elder Su Lianxue would stray from convention.

When dealing with a True Disciple like him, she didn’t hold back at all.

To strike whenever she wanted...

How unreasonable!

"It seems you still haven’t recognized your mistake," Su Lianxue’s gaze turned cold.

The fury that had just subsided flared up again.

Her figure flickered, about to move forward.

"Hold on," came a deep shout.

A figure in a purple robe adorned with cloud patterns appeared, his long sword parrying and creating a misty aura under the faint moonlight.

It was impossible to see the gleam of his sword.

Su Lianxue charged quickly but also retreated quickly.

"Fang Han, have you chosen ties over righteousness... Well, let’s see how much you, one of the Four Elders of Floating Clouds, have progressed over these years?"

Clang...

She slashed horizontally with the long knife in her hand.

The vast Blue sword aura formed into fine Ice Ridges, thundering forward as she slashed.

Colliding and entangling with the mist and clouds.

In the middle of the arena, Ice Ridges shattered, clouds dissipated, and chaotic wind howled...

"Smack..."

At the moment of the sword and knife clashing, a sound resounded from a distance.

A figure, spouting blood from the mouth and flung like a ragdoll, flew sideways, crashing into and breaking another stone column.

Fang Han and Su Lianxue stopped their blade and sword, looking over in shock.

They saw that it was Fang Yu once again being thrown.

This outstanding young man, whose handsomeness was now marred, had the other side of his cheek swollen as he vomited blood and expelled white particles.

They were his teeth.

"I... I, why... why hit me again?"

This time he wasn’t as fiery.

Any person, receiving two consecutive slaps without much chance to retaliate, should recognize the reality.

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