Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 262 - 229: Little Groom, Big Fool

Chapter 262: Chapter 229: Little Groom, Big Fool

Cloud Water Sect.

Ziyun Peak...

"Husband, my brother died so tragically, that person even dared to strike at the Zhao Family in Yuntai Town.

This is not only a disrespect to the Zhao Family but also to you as the True Inheritance..."

A delicate woman, with her eyebrows painted, covered her face with a sleeve, sobbing violently, highly aggrieved.

"What face do I have?

Initially, when I herded cattle for the Zhao family, I became engrossed in drawing characters on the ground, causing the cattle to run away. When I returned, the steward nearly beat me to death."

Yuan Ganglie chuckled, "Since then, I have understood my status, always bowing to people and flattering them in advance in any situation.

Because of my cleverness and understanding, I became your humble coachman, attending by your side.

Fang Rou, what face should I have?"

"Husband!"

Zhao Fangrou suddenly raised her head, and listening to her husband’s gentle tone, she was almost frightened into forgetting to cry.

"But, Fang Jing he..."

"Slap!"

As soon as she spoke, Zhao Fangrou’s face received a slap.

With her Five Viscera Realm cultivation, she still couldn’t withstand the slap and was knocked to the ground, her cheek swelling up quickly.

She raised her head, disbelievingly looking at the man before her.

Wanted to yell out as she had in the past.

But catching his calm, unwavering eyes, for some reason, her spirit weakened and she knelt on the ground, beginning to sob.

"I was wrong, I hope husband won’t be angry."

"Where were you wrong?"

Yuan Ganglie scoffed softly and asked.

"I was wrong in knowing well that Fang Jing’s death was his own fault, yet I still wanted to provoke you to seek revenge, violating the name of kindness and righteousness.

Even worse, having married into the Yuan Family, I still harbored thoughts for the Zhao Family, putting you in a difficult position."

Zhao Fangrou’s eyes were sorrowful, holding back the tears that rolled down her face, her teeth biting her lower lip almost hard enough to draw blood.

But, she dared not get angry.

The former cowherder, with his superhuman Martial Arts talent, rose swiftly in just over a decade.

Not only did he join the Cloud Water Heavenly Sect, he also reached the position of True Successor amidst countless challenges from other disciples, using a set of the White Cloud Sword Technique.

It could be said that among the disciples of the Cloud Water Sect, except for a few, none could match him.

His status changed, and instantly, the high and low, noble and humble revolved.

Like ants, the little servants he could trample and bully at will...

In the blink of an eye, became untouchable figures.

So much so that his own father had to humbly and generously seek a matchmaker to come to their door to discuss the marriage.

In everyone’s eyes, this marriage was obviously him marrying up.

And indeed, it was so.

After the marriage, the prowess of the Zhao Family significantly grew.

Even her younger brother, because of this connection, smoothly joined the Cloud Water Heavenly Sect.

From the Outer Sect to the Inner Sect, and even recently, there was hope to compete for the position of True Successor.

It could be said, when one person attained the Dao, even the pets ascend to heaven.

In such a situation, how could she afford to get angry or act spoilt in front of her husband?

Yuan Ganglie looked deeply at the woman kneeling on the ground before him and sighed helplessly.

He stepped forward, helped her up, and gently wiped the tears from her face.

"You actually weren’t wrong."

"Ah."

"If it weren’t for your kindness to the servants back then, where would I be today?

You let me go with your brother when he started his schooling and even indulged my interest in Martial Arts, rewarding me with a Black Tiger Fist Manual for self-practice, saying the household’s servant should be proficient in both letters and Martial Arts to be impressive when shown off."

As Yuan Ganglie recounted the past,

Zhao Fangrou’s tears flowed even more uncontrollably.

She keenly sensed that all these years, being gentle and well-managed...

From today’s incident, a thorn was already planted in her husband’s heart.

"It’s not wrong to think of your family or to want to avenge your brother.

But the last thing you should have done, knowing the other party’s identity, was to encourage me to seek revenge.

Moreover, what kind of person is Fang Yu from Red Cloud Peak, haven’t you heard? You dared to believe what he said, and even dared to bring it to me?

The incident of Fang Yu having his teeth smashed has become a joke across the entire Cloud Water Sect.

Did you want me to end up in such a state?

Have you thought that I am just a cowherd without an influential uncle to back me up?"

"Husband..."

"Enough, put aside your duties for now; you haven’t borne any children for such a long time, it must be due to overexertion.

It would be better to take good care of your health, read the scriptures more often, and meet fewer outsiders."

Yuan Ganglie waved his hand and ordered the maidservant to help Zhao Fangrou down.

He slowly sat by the desk, a cold smile forming at the corners of his mouth.

"Fang Yu of Red Cloud Peak has long arms indeed, to plant a spy all the way here at Ziyun Peak."

That fellow had always been arrogant, and it wasn’t surprising that he couldn’t swallow such a big loss this time.

However, directing his schemes at me was a sign of utter foolishness.

"Someone come."

"Peak Master..."

A middle-aged man hurried to pay his respects.

"Go down the mountain to the Zhao Family and take a gift, following the standards of treating fellow sect brothers...

Tell Patriarch Zhao that my wife has contracted a seasonal disease and needs a year and a half to recover; she cannot attend the funeral but wishes him to restrain his grief and abide by the change."

"Yes, this subordinate takes his leave."

The middle-aged man bowed deeply to take the order and went down the mountain.

"Zhao Fangjing, Zhao Fangjing, have you been stuffing your books into your stomach? It’d be all right if you were just a mediocre talent with high ambitions, but to lack foresight as well? You’d almost be taken for Fang Yu’s dog..."

He casually crumpled up the letter on the desk, tossed it away with a light laugh, and turned his head to look in the direction of Red Cloud Peak.

I wonder how that person will act now?

Now, this is getting interesting.

I wasn’t in Yuntai Town at the time, but Ziyun Peak had people planted in the town.

The arrival of a suspicious man and woman that day surely caught the eye of an interested party.

Moreover, the deeds Zhao Fangjing wanted to accomplish were far too blatant.

They might deceive strangers, but they couldn’t escape Yuan Ganglie’s eyes.

No sooner had I planted people in several taverns and issued orders than he died.

Without careful thought, it might seem trivial.

And yet, considering the timing of Zhou Ping’an and Lin Huaiyu’s arrival at Emerald Peak, it was almost certain.

After all, Zhao Fangjing was also an Inner Sect Disciple of the Cloud Water Sect, and although he hadn’t cultivated a Sword Elixir, he had entered the True Qi Minor Circulation.

Compared to the average loose cultivator, he was far stronger.

To kill him silently, without alarming anyone else in the household...

Could an average master achieve that?

As it turned out, Zhou Ping’an and Lin Huaiyu perfectly could.

They had both the motive and the strength.

Moreover, a waiter had disappeared from the Pleasant Arrival Inn—a fact as clear as if it had been placed right on the forehead.

But that’s not the issue here.

I just can’t understand, if the Zhao Family could figure out the true culprits, where did they get the guts to ask for my intervention?

The news that Elder Su of Emerald Peak had taken two direct disciples and was showing great affection travelled far and wide overnight.

It seemed they didn’t take it seriously at all.

"In this sort of matter, whoever gets involved, dies; sometimes you can be naive, but you must never be sightless."

"It’s time to cut ties with that family; otherwise, I might accidentally get dragged down with them."

Yuan Ganglie thought to himself.

He no longer cared about the matters down the mountain.

The Martial Arts Meet of the two veins in August is what mattered.

Securing a spot in the Yin Spirit Illusory Realm would be his moment to soar; such trifles were not worth his concern.

...

"It’s finally time to head down the mountain."

Meanwhile, at Ziyun Peak, while Yuan Ganglie was chiding his wife,

Fang Yu, the True Successor of Ziyun Peak, had eyes red with rage, grinding his teeth.

Wait.

His teeth hadn’t grown back yet.

His speech was lisping at the moment.

Hence, he said not a word, just listened to the servant’s report and remained silent.

In his life, he had never suffered such a great loss.

This humiliation, if not vented, would be too hard to bear.

"Back then, I had sent someone to caution that useless Gu Ning, who was injured by a woman at a crucial point and yet needed my concubine to gather herbs for his wounds..."

"I had thought it was a mere trivial move that might also corner that woman into a desperate situation, yet, due to a twist of fate, it actually turned into a blessing in disguise for her."

"Damn Su Lianxue, that vixen..."

Fang Yu seethingly harbored this grudge, pondering her formidable Martial Intent when she acted, and couldn’t help but feel a chill in his heart.

"The grudge between Su Lianxue and her parents, I’ll note it for now, but first, I need to collect some interest."

With this thought, Fang Yu didn’t want to delay a moment longer.

Without informing anyone,

he changed his clothes and quietly descended from Ziyun Peak.

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