Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 274 - 241: Never Yield, Tianyin Shakes the Soul

Chapter 274: Chapter 241: Never Yield, Tianyin Shakes the Soul

Once again, he entered the elegant pavilion in the rear courtyard.

It was significantly different from last time.

Zhou Ping’an still remembered that during his last visit, along the floral pathway, maidens would occasionally appear, playfully swaying their waists, creating all sorts of chance encounters.

"Young Master, my miss has been looking forward to your visit, when will you come to appreciate the sword dance?"

"Young Master Zhou, you mentioned the belly dance, my miss has also gained some insights, but still hasn’t fully grasped the key points, why not take advantage of today’s beautiful moon and provide some guidance."

Then, Zhou Ping’an would discover.

In the sky, the sun was still hanging high.

These young ladies, if said to be bold they truly were, but they still had some shyness about them, feeling to Zhou Ping’an far more reserved than the career women of modern society.

Of course, there were also those girls who were not merely selling their skills, such people didn’t even have the courage to come up to Zhou Ping’an.

Perhaps it was their own sense of unworthiness.

After several visits, Zhou Ping’an had somewhat changed his views about the establishments in this world.

In some cases, they were even more virtuous and self-respecting than the ladies of great households.

Not only did they not easily permit anyone close to them, even touching their hands was difficult. Through smiles and scolds, if they said they wouldn’t give face, then they wouldn’t.

Moreover, when in a bad mood, they would even cover their faces with veils, not showing their faces to anyone.

Yet, ironically, such an attitude only attracted certain romantics who desperately sought their favor, tossing and turning...

...

The garden was silent.

The several signature ladies were all shut up in their embroidery rooms, the road’s lush flowers bloomed unappreciated.

From inside the Qinxin Pavilion, the faint sounds of a guqin could no longer be heard.

Only a loud, coarse laughter rang out.

A grating voice said: "Miss Qing, you drag your feet, refusing to deliver Qingyang City’s intelligence to my hands, do you really think, with that minor Divine General, you can establish yourself here?"

The speaker was a middle-aged, stout man with bushy yellow eyes and eyebrows messy as a broom, who drained his bowl of alcohol in one gulp, his orange-yellow eyes emitting a faint murderous glow.

His gaze towards Miss Qing was both covetous and somewhat wary.

"Deputy Helm Chang, don’t think about taking down Qingyang City without shedding blood.

I’ve operated in this city for two years, having laid undercover agents in the neighboring counties, working diligently...

This credit belongs to whoever it belongs to, no one can take it away.

If you can obtain the mandate from the Holy Maiden, then giving this city to you is also fine, but seizing it by force, that’s not possible."

Miss Qing’s voice, hoarse with a touch of seductiveness, was anything but weak; on the contrary, it was quite assertive.

"The Holy Maiden? She doesn’t have the spare time to deal with the matters of Qingyang City, she’s not even in Jiangzhou. Miss Qing, you’re waving a big banner, but you’ve mistaken your target.

Now that the Dharma King has arrived in Guangyun, under the Divine Arrow Command, none dares disobey; do you really want to perish together?"

Fierce Tiger Chang Yang’s hand crushed his wine bowl into powder with a snap, and he coldly laughed, "If it weren’t that I didn’t want my sect to unnecessarily lose power, I would’ve already ordered my brothers to collectively take action. The Qingyang City Guards are nothing but a motley crowd; how could they stand against the elite of my sect? I hope you don’t delude yourself."

As he spoke, he seemed to scarcely contain himself.

His beard bristled, his face so red it seemed it might drip blood.

A brawny hulk beside him suddenly stood up with a bang, reaching out to lift two huge iron hammers.

Another lean, disheveled scholar-like middle-aged man reached back, pulling over a serving maid pouring wine beside him, his dark right hand already clasping her throat.

He sinisterly said, "Your maid Xiao Ju has been diligently serving you for years, and you have a deep affection for her. If you don’t want to see her dead on the spot, Miss Qing, you should reconsider your position."

Fierce Tiger Chang Yang glanced at his subordinates, Crushing Golden Hammer Han Dali and Ghost Scholar Wang Zhong.

He was very satisfied with their joint pressure.

He smiled again and said, "You can’t twist an arm beyond a thigh. Even if you command your subordinates to join forces with the City Guards, how long can you hold out? If you really resolve not to give in and things escalate, heh heh...

I’ve heard that the power of the Celestial Maiden’s cultivation technique is unique and rich in Yin Essence. Once harvested, it can rapidly increase cultivation power. I didn’t believe it, but if it comes to that, I might as well have a taste."

"Chang Yang, to tell you the truth, that General Zhou was personally placed by the Holy Maiden as a secret agent, tied to a hidden affair; making him hand over Qingyang City is absolutely impossible, unless..."

Miss Qing paused here, suddenly bowing her head, her hands gently resting on the strings of the guqin.

She seemed somewhat helpless.

"Unless what?"

"Unless, you all die!"

Miss Qing suddenly looked up.

Her hands swept across the strings.

"Zeng..."

A sharp note rang out.

Directly piercing the depths of the minds of everyone inside the room.

Visions of mountains of corpses and seas of blood, armored horses clanking, appeared before their eyes.

The sound of killing was incessant to the ear.

Chang Yang, confident in his cultivation, always on guard and ready to forcefully subdue the opponent, didn’t care much about Miss Qing’s unusual tone.

In his view, with his own cultivation of fierce tiger’s essence Qi, having mastered the Great Completion Cycle, and the opponent, merely at the initial break of the True Qi Realm, pitifully weak in Qi,

not to mention, he had with him Han Dali, a Minor Circulation of the True Qi Realm Incense Master, and Wang Zhong, a cultivator of the Poison Skill.

No matter how one looked at it, the opponent was like a bird trapped in a cage, impossible to escape his grasp.

He hadn’t taken action before simply because all his forces hadn’t yet arrived.

He was also concerned about offending the Holy Maiden...

However, with the arrival of Dharma King Lian Yi from HQ to take charge in Guangyun, the situation had drastically changed.

With the pressure from the Holy Maiden counteracted by the Dharma King... he only wanted to quickly seize the city and establish his merit.

If Miss Qing was sensible, then all was well, but if not, she naturally had to be eliminated first.

Otherwise, with her standing in the city, commanding high prestige in the sect, and having not a few under her command,

Even if Qingyang City were captured, who knew whom it would listen to?

In his mind, he faced a situation akin to the classic "Mount Tai crashing onto an egg."

No matter what, Miss Qing would have to swallow her pride and submit.

But he had never expected that the seemingly delicate and gentle opponent would be so defiant.

She struck first and killed.

A melody of a zither resounded.

Chang Yang’s heart chilled, his body hair stood on end, almost believing he was on a bloody battlefield, reflexively raising both palms to protect himself and retreating backwards.

He had just summoned a breath of True Qi into his chest and was about to exert force from his slightly bent legs when he immediately realized something.

"This is bad."

The melody entered his ears and heart, forcibly inducing him into an illusory realm, stirring up emotions, but he lost the initiative.

In the corner of his eye, Chang Yang had already seen a yellow shadow flickering, arriving right in front of Ghost Scholar Wang Zhong.

Faster than her movement technique was a streak of silver light thrusting out like lightning, piercing through the grimacing Wang Zhong’s mouth, out the back of his head, spurting out a stream of crimson blood.

And that was not all.

Continuing without pausing, Miss Qing withdrew her short sword swiftly, spun the blade in her palm, wrapped her right arm around the maid Xiao Ju while lunging forward, and with a reverse slash directed by her left hand, targeted the toweringly muscular Han Dali’s throat.

"Heh..."

Whether Han Dali was slow-witted or had a strong will, he had awakened at the same time Miss Qing’s sword penetrated the brain of Ghost Scholar.

Feeling the sword wind on his neck, he made no superfluous movement, just lightly waved the Crushing Golden Hammer in his left hand, guarding his neck.

Powering up with his right hammer, it thundered forth.

Swinging the giant hammer caused hurricane winds, creating explosive sounds in the air, like splitting Miss Qing into pieces.

Faster than him was Fierce Tiger Chang Yang.

His move didn’t have the violent force of Han Dali’s hammer; instead, he was agile, like a tiger sprouting wings...

In a leap and a twist, his figure pounced into mid-air, his fingers curled like tiger claws stealthily aiming for Miss Qing’s nape.

This claw move was calm, causing no ripples nor imposing any threat, yet Miss Qing knew it was because Chang Yang’s True Qi was extraordinarily concentrated, suppressing the sound of the air breaking, making his strike immensely potent.

She swung her sword in a slant, blocked by the hammer, and did not overreach.

With a light whistle, her sword light returned to defend, generating layers of sword images to protect her side and rear.

She would rather withstand a hit from these two men to ensure Xiao Ju’s escape with her.

She might be seriously injured, but she wouldn’t go down without at least blocking one strike.

Oblivion Melody could not only stir emotions and illusionary images; it could also invigorate Qi-Blood and stimulate latent potential.

This time, Miss Qing reversed the flow of Tianyin, letting out a long cry. Her body’s True Qi and Blood Essence covered both the sword blade and her back.

At that moment, she felt some regret.

She thought, if that person were still in the city, together they could have stood unafraid of Fierce Tiger Chang Yang and his men.

Even if he hadn’t broken through to the True Qi Realm, just relying on his unparalleled Sword Technique and extraordinary strength,

With her playing the zither to assist, whatever number of foes they faced would meet their doom.

Such a pity.

She wondered whether she would ever see him again?

As a sense of despair flashed through Miss Qing’s eyes, True Qi surged wildly, her feet already off the ground, ready to soar into the sky.

Whether it was the hammer or a strike from Fierce Tiger Claw, as long as it hit, she could use this force to push down her injuries and escape far away.

With the Butterfly Dance Technique, neither of the two men practiced superior lightness skills; she believed they could not catch up with her in a short amount of time.

Bang...

Amidst the muffled sound.

The severe force Miss Qing imagined did not reach her.

Her protective short sword even felt only a slight breeze.

Just as her figure started to soar into the sky, she heard the maid Xiao Ju cheer.

Surprised, she quickly turned her head to look.

Then she saw a familiar figure.

A young man dressed in a green robe, with short hair up to his ears and a spirited look about him.

Unbeknownst to her, Zhou Ping’an had already stood where she had just leaped from.

His left hand had caught Fierce Tiger Chang Yang’s tiger claw, his right fist hammered heavily onto the Crushing Golden Hammer.

Chang Yang’s face twisted ferociously, just as he was about to succeed, everything before him blurred.

A green shadow flickered, and then, a hand had already been caught.

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