Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 259 - 228: The Flesh Shell Reaches Completion, the Pill is Formed at Level 15

Chapter 259: Chapter 228: The Flesh Shell Reaches Completion, the Pill is Formed at Level 15

This "Exchange Pills for Cultivation" mission, with its bounty and all, really went through many unexpected twists and turns.

It was like dancing on a tightrope step by step.

If there had been any mistake at any step, it’s likely that the two of us wouldn’t be sitting comfortably in this spacious and bright elegant room, drinking tea.

Instead, we would be covered in dust, crossing mountains and ridges, constantly tensing our nerves to escape.

"Looking back, we really should thank the Demoness Ye Xiaoqian from the Reincarnation Sect and Ran Sifei."

If it weren’t for the perfect timing of those two, providing us with the best ladder, perhaps we wouldn’t have been able to join the master’s tutelage so smoothly,"

"it can only be said that the fortunate have their own divine protection."

Zhou Ping’an chuckled, "It’s even more likely that the peck Xiao Jiu’er planted on my face before we left played a big role."

"That’s quite possible."

Lin Huaiyu’s eyes lit up.

She had her own profound understanding of the strange and magical ways of her little sister.

And now she was mulling over the practicality of such a thing.

Wondering if every time they left they should coax the little girl into giving her sister a few more kisses.

...

Since the body of the master of Xinyuan, Su Wenhao, was neither seen alive nor found dead,

and the secret chamber was replete with bloodstains and signs of struggle,

the people of the Emerald Peak, including Gu Qingqiu and Su Lianxue, had all come to agree that the round and plump Master Su had already been murdered.

The lavish buildings in the back garden of Xinyuan were thus left empty.

Zhou Ping’an and Lin Huaiyu successfully changed affiliations and became disciples of Su Lianxue, officially her direct disciples.

They naturally had a different status compared to the rest of the Inner and Outer Sect disciples.

As a matter of course, they were arranged to live in Xinyuan.

The thirty-plus male and female disciples previously under Su Wenhao came under their jurisdiction...

When they had leisure, they would give instructions; when they were busy, it didn’t matter.

These disciples would naturally go to the main peak to do Sect missions and receive medicines or learn secret techniques, cultivating diligently on their own.

This was also the norm for disciples of the Cloud Water Heavenly Sect.

After all, not every disciple was so fortunate as to have an Elder as their master.

Only a very few were deemed worthy of attention and taught the true methods.

Most of them had to work their way up from the bottom, and only after they had truly made something of themselves would people take notice.

"Senior Brother Zhou, Junior Martial Sister Lin."

"Greetings, Senior Brother, Senior Sister."

As soon as Zhou Ping’an and his companion returned to Xinyuan, seven or eight junior brothers and sisters came forward to ingratiate themselves with them, even helping them move.

"Let things remain as they were for the time being; no changes will be made.

Where there is confusion, Junior Martial Sister Lin and I will find time to give instruction on the mountain. You can disperse now."

Zhou Ping’an also didn’t show any displeasure toward them.

After all, he wasn’t familiar with these disciples and it was fine to just get along in their daily interactions.

After arriving at Xinyuan with Lin Huaiyu, aside from frequent interactions with the eldest brother, Tan Mingbo, he had little to do with the other disciples, and couldn’t even recall their names.

Yet, seeing the anxious expressions of these young men and women, Zhou Ping’an shook his head inwardly.

He thought about how the common people at the foot of the mountain regarded the disciples of Cloud Water Heavenly Sect as noble, with even an Outer Sect Disciple holding a higher status.

But on the mountain, their lives were not quite so enviable.

Especially here in Xinyuan.

They had a master who wasn’t quite reliable.

Consequently, they received little guidance.

Every now and then, they had to endure the "unspoken rules" and exploitation.

It just goes to show that in any world, wherever there are people, there will inevitably be disparities in status and wealth.

It was like that here, and it wasn’t any different in modern society.

Even in a small workshop or an office of fewer than ten people, you have to respect the hierarchy and dominate or be dominated.

It’s nothing unusual, really.

Nonchalantly deciding the future of these disciples, Zhou Ping’an lingered a while over two female disciples whom he recognized by voice...

Not minding their gratitude...

He and Lin Huaiyu each chose a bedroom and instructed the maids to clean them.

Changing the personal items like bedding and bedframes, they settled in comfortably.

...

Su Wenhao was one who loved his comforts.

Apart from the times of "unspoken rules, when servants and maids were all sent to live in the outer garden to avoid scrutiny, he was attended to by no fewer than forty people in his day-to-day life.

Steward, cook, gardener, Protector, attendant... everything that was needed.

His lifestyle was certainly no worse than that of wealthy families at the foot of the mountain.

Not to say it was as luxurious as a prince’s, but at least, it was no less than that enjoyed by the County Magistrate.

Zhou Ping’an was surprised to find.

Within Xinyuan, there was even a small troupe of performers numbering twelve.

They were headlined by an actress with a delicate appearance and a voice that could sing with hundreds of variations.

"Such luxury," Zhou Ping’an said, looking at the servants and attendants who had come to pay respects.

"Would the young master like to listen to Nian Nu and her troupe’s performance?

These girls come from renowned gardens in Jiangnan, all cultivated at great expense..."

The steward was a woman in her thirties, dignified in appearance and steady in conduct.

From this perspective, Su Wenhao did not stick to conventions and was a model for promoting talent.

The female steward was named Li Fang. Compared to other servants, she had a more gracious and composed demeanor, and moreover, she was quite astute.

Seeing Zhou Ping’an glance over at the small troupe, she immediately made arrangements.

Zhou Ping’an raised an eyebrow and she knew exactly what to do.

She would be qualified to be the madam of an elegant court even in a large city.

"Never mind, I was too tired last night to appreciate any music.

Everyone go about your duties as usual, according to the old rules."

Zhou Ping’an turned his head to look at Lin Huaiyu and saw Third Miss sitting aside with a detached air, as if she hadn’t heard Steward Li’s words.