Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 366 - 328: Domineering Gaining Momentum, Kingly Way of Governing the World_2

Chapter 366: Chapter 328: Domineering Gaining Momentum, Kingly Way of Governing the World_2

As he approached, there was no sound at all.

If it wasn’t for the blocking of light and the obstruction of the wind, Shang He wouldn’t have noticed his arrival.

"The teacher asked me to join the military, saying it was to win the chance at becoming a marquis and general, to enjoy wealth and honor, but I don’t want to leave the teacher..."

"Ha, that’s just like the teacher, calculating everything ahead. Since he told you to go, just go. Once you’ve made achievements and gained fame, with servants and maids filling your home, will you still worry about no one serving the teacher?"

"That’s true."

Xiang Tieniu burst into a big, naive smile, but as he turned around, he accidentally brushed against one of the stone pillars inside the house.

The pillar barely touched his shoulder...

"Crack!"

It broke as easily as a dry stick.

The house shook for a moment.

"Are you trying to get yourself killed, Tie Niu? Be careful when you walk, don’t damage the house. I can bear sleeping outside in the cold night, but the teacher’s frail body can’t withstand it."

"Oh my."

Xiang Tieniu looked annoyed; upon hearing this, he hunched over and tiptoed out of the house. He lived in a hut in the yard every day, fearing that his heavy moves might damage something.

"Then shall I still move stones outside the city tomorrow?"

After walking a few steps, Xiang Tieniu turned his head and asked.

"What stones? Didn’t the teacher tell you to join the army? Follow General Zhou, kill enemies, establish achievements, expand territories. As soon as it’s light, head to the barracks."

Shang He was almost exasperated by this simpleton. The man was good-natured and diligent, especially obedient.

But his mind wasn’t so sharp. He was ready to enlist, yet still thinking about unfinished stone-moving...

This was some kind of ridiculous sense of responsibility.

"I got it, why are you shouting?"

Xiang Tieniu cleared his ears, looking disgusted, and continued walking out.

"Uh..."

Shang He opened his mouth, but ultimately didn’t say anything else.

Forget it; not talking to a simpleton might add years to one’s life.

...

Outside Qingyang City, thirty li to the east.

Two shadows, one in front of the other, stopped on the side of the road.

The bright moonlight cast long shadows beneath them.

The person to the east had a refined and handsome appearance, around forty years old, but at the moment his brow was slightly furrowed, his face somber.

His body also leaned a bit to the left.

As if the ground wasn’t quite level.

If one looked closely, they’d realize it wasn’t the ground that was uneven, but that his left leg was amputated at the knee, and he was now standing lopsided on a crutch.

The person to the west looked quite different in his dishevelment.

That man’s hair and beard were sharp as spears, his face was square, his eyes gleamed, and he emitted a formidable presence with his long hair flowing in the wind, like the mane of a lion. At a glance, one could sense his wild and bold spirit.

"I am forever grateful for the Heavenly King’s life-saving grace; Mister Fang will never forget it."

Fang Buping endured the piercing pain from his left leg, concealed his feelings of despair and resentment within, and with undiminished grace, gave thanks.

The gratitude was indeed heartfelt.

Originally, Fang thought Zhou Ping’an of Qingyang City was just a rising star, nothing to worry about.

Mere True Qi Realm.

With just a slight trick, he thought he could behead Zhou to intimidate others.

In the future, leading an army to attack the city would be as easy as overturning one’s hand.

And what happened?

This time, even though he was being cautious and joined forces with Chen Dazhong of the Blood Shadow Sect, he almost got completely trapped.

All plans seemed to have fallen into the enemy’s calculations, like an insect caught in a spider web, utterly immobilized.

Unable to win in a fight, unable to escape.

If not for Lian Yi’s whim to witness the scene personally, today could have been disastrous.

Yet, he still had one doubt.

When Lian Yi intervened, even with Wu Changsong of the Cloud Water Sect blocking him, it wasn’t impossible to shoot another arrow...

But he simply retreated, and moreover, was ready to head straight for Yunzhou, no longer concerning himself with the matters of Qingyang City, which was somewhat perplexing.

"Do you still feel dissatisfied at heart?"

"Your subordinate would not dare."

"It’s not about daring, it’s about willingness."

Lian Yi sneered, his expression turning somewhat strange.

After thinking for a moment, he still gave a heartfelt caution, "If you still wish to avenge your severed leg, I advise you not to provoke Qingyang City in the near future. The situation in Yunzhou is urgent, and I cannot look after everything.

If that young man comes to kill you, whether you live or die isn’t so important, but if you spoil the sect’s plans, it will be an unforgivable offense."

"Zhou Ping’an is capable of spoiling our sect’s great plans?"

Fang Buping lowered his head, a glint of ferocity flashing in his eyes.

His voice, though, was without fluctuation, betraying no signs of anything amiss.

"Hah... you underestimate him," he said.

Lian Yi’s eyes, uncommonly, showed a trace of confusion.

He knew his own affairs all too well.

The arrow he had released earlier, to others, seemed casual, aimed to save someone.

But it was not just that.

When he saw Zhou Ping’an, at the tender age of twenty, with True Qi Realm cultivation, forcefully suppress Fang Buping, who was at the Second Level of Nine Refinements Martial Intent—whether it was strength, speed, or even the finesse of his sword technique, all subtly outmatching Fang Buping—he knew there was a big problem.

Everyone thought Fang Buping’s cultivated technique was ordinary and that he had obtained a set of True Flame Technique, but no one knew that his flame was not a normal fire, but the Heart Imprint Karmic Fire Divine Flame.

Perhaps, in terms of strength and physique, he had no advantage compared to his peers, in fact, he was at a disadvantage.

But the uniqueness of the Karmic Fire Divine Flame was indescribably special.

It enhanced perception and wisdom, and when it burst forth, it was peerless.

In battle, its combat power was so strong that it was not a bit inferior to peers from major sects.

Under such circumstances, Fang Buping’s chaotic Martial Intent had reached the "Spirit Infusion" level, his Gang Qi was soul-scouring and bone-eroding, yet, he was effortlessly suppressed by a youngster in the True Qi Realm without being able to show any resistance.

What kind of genius was that?

The Yi Heavenly King had an aversion to geniuses throughout his life.

Therefore, the arrow he shot was with the intention to kill.

He used one of the "Three Divine Arrows," the "God Extinguisher Arrow" technique.

Though it appeared ordinary, in truth, it shattered souls and rent spirits, concentrating power to the extreme...

Even experts at the Peak of Martial Intent and at the Ninth Level, facing this arrow, would find it extremely difficult to handle.

One carelessness, and they could be seriously injured.

However.

Zhou Ping’an actually caught it.

Although he suffered a minor injury to his shoulder, the wound healed as it was made, his combat power remained intact, and his energy was still overwhelmingly strong.

What did this mean?

It meant that he had used all his abilities, yet he couldn’t kill his target.

It was somewhat embarrassing.

If an ambush couldn’t kill, wouldn’t a direct confrontation only end in a draw at best?

At most, adding a few more holes in his opponent’s body would be of little use.

Waves of calculations and shock surged through his heart.

[What kind of freak is that guy, his body’s too freakishly strong...]

The Yi Heavenly King was uncomfortable but didn’t want to say much to Fang Buping.

He didn’t want to diminish his own dignity.

"Anyway, that man is someone you can’t afford to provoke. That’s all there is to say. Of course, don’t worry about him sending troops to kill you.

"The Holy Maiden is en route, and even if he had several more guts, he wouldn’t dare to cause trouble in front of the Holy Maiden."

"Isn’t the Holy Maiden stationed in Jiangzhou?"

Fang Buping’s eyes were uncertain.

His feelings towards the Holy Maiden were complex.

[Traveling the world in her steed mother’s place!]

Just that point alone ensured she was accompanied by countless experts, each capable of leading an army.

Moreover, with one of the "Three Holy Maidens," Hong Lian and the "Four Law Kings," there even was a saying, "Better provoke the Dharma King than the Holy Maiden," one could imagine how uncomfortable the presence of a Holy Maiden was.

Having broken a leg, serving under her command would be troublesome.

But it wasn’t without its benefits.

As long as he thought it through, he might be able to use this opportunity in Qingyang City to set a tiger to fight a wolf.

The Yi Heavenly King didn’t want to meddle too much.

But the Holy Maiden might not think the same...

He needed to plan carefully.

After respectfully sending the Yi Heavenly King away, Fang Buping finally stopped pretending to be calm. With a twisted expression, he rushed towards Dongshan City while clenching his teeth.

"Zhou Ping’an..."

"To think you knew I was waiting for you, Helm Master Fang is truly extraordinary," a light laugh suddenly came from the woods.

Fang Buping’s heart shook violently as he swiftly turned around.

Trees thunderously snapped in great numbers, and a giant, over three meters tall and covered with numerous glowing lotus brands, wielding a long sword as easily as a toothpick, came slashing over.

Boundless waves of air rolled.

The void trembled, cut open by a pitch-black fissure under the cold light-blue sword light.

...

Requesting a Monthly Pass.