Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 379 - 339: The Butcher’s Skillful Dissection, Mountain and River Infusion

Chapter 379: Chapter 339: The Butcher’s Skillful Dissection, Mountain and River Infusion

"There is actually a Third Realm, it’s just that, among the martial cultivators in the world, it’s very difficult to encounter someone who has grasped such control over power."

Fang Sheng seemed utterly without guile, answering whatever was asked of him.

Zhou Ping’an could even sense the stealthy joy in the eyes of the gentlemanly Chen Guang and the monkey-like Yuan Ping.

Clearly, even with their channels, they weren’t too familiar with such secrets.

Was it because their status wasn’t high enough, or was it that their faction didn’t have this kind of heritage?

Zhou Ping’an sighed inwardly, his gaze towards Fang Sheng turning admiring, thinking that this direct disciple of the Penglai Immortal Sect really lived up to her name. Though she looked petite and dainty, her capacity was truly not small.

She definitely wasn’t a foolish older sister without guile. By choosing to be open and honest at this time, to stir up everyone’s determination to win, she was also thinking of the bigger picture, intent on breaking this Illusory Realm.

The situation was very clear.

Last time, this Illusory Realm hadn’t been upgraded to its current difficulty level and yet it had caused them a crushing defeat; they had obtained no benefits and even suffered heavy losses.

So, for this final opportunity, with the difficulty increased, if the four of them didn’t work together with a united heart, they were more likely to meet with misfortune than good fortune.

"Entering the Intricacy Second Realm [Heart-mind Clarity] from time to time, one can still see one or two individuals with extraordinary talents in Jianghu, but the Third Realm [Illusory Realm], is barely ever witnessed. Saying it’s a rarity once a century isn’t an exaggeration. Of course, it’s also possible that the ones who have seen it are all dead."

"Illusory Realm?"

Chen Guang’s eyebrows twitched crazily, "Is it that kind of perceptive ability..."

His gaze towards Fang Sheng became somewhat strange.

Clearly, he was also reminded of the last time he witnessed Fang Sheng’s strange swordsmanship that turned a small tree to dust with a single strike.

"It is indeed a perceptive ability, to be precise, Entering the Intricacy Third Realm not only clarifies inside and out, sees through all sides, but also takes it a step further. It not only allows one to see but also to find weaknesses and flaws. Therefore, this realm is also known as [A World with Flaws]."

A look of longing appeared in Fang Sheng’s eyes.

"Don’t look at me, the sword technique I used last time wasn’t any kind of Illusory Realm ability, nor could it see any weaknesses.

It was nothing more than the secret Stabilizing Origin Swordsmanship of my sect, which might seem similar in appearance, but the efficacy is lacking by tens or hundreds of times."

"So, you are a disciple of Penglai Immortal Sect, my apologies for the oversight."

The monkey-like Yuan Ping suddenly raised his head, sized up Fang Sheng for a moment, quickly his eyebrows drooped, and he lowered his head in thought, who knew what he was pondering.

Zhou Ping’an muttered inwardly.

He thought that Fang Sheng’s approach of revealing her identity and being open was seemingly effective, but the results were not as good as one might imagine.

Even companions from the same sect, teaming up for a joint mission, could engage in cutthroat competition.

Not to mention, they were not only from different sects but not even from the same nation.

What’s more awkward was that they likely didn’t even belong to the same camp.

The four of them entered together, all by relying on the Nine Sons Subdue Demon Order, and had all cultivated the "Five Desires Evil Art" to completion.

But technique is technique, and camp is camp. Take Fang Sheng, for example: as a disciple of the Penglai Immortal Sect, she may only be cultivating this demonic technique as a supplementary practice.

This doesn’t mean she intends to abandon the path for the demonic arts.

As for the monkey-like Yuan Ping, he looks very much like a spirit demon. In his view, whether it’s demon or devil cultivation, or seeking immortality or Buddhism, probably doesn’t make much difference to him – any technique that can enhance his strength is worth cultivating.

And Chen Guang? That’s even more obvious.

This man, on the surface, is a man of sincere integrity, but inside he’s exceptionally cunning.

Zhou Ping’an remembered clearly being tricked by him last time; he knew this man was a hypocrite and not to be trusted.

Better to deal with the likes of Yuan Ping, who wears all his likes and dislikes on his face, a bit easier to handle.

"Alright, we all understand just how difficult and important this mission is.

Telling you so much, I just want to make it clear: don’t hold us back this time. If little sister discovers anyone secretly sabotaging their companions, no mercy will be shown in striking them down."

The meaning in Fang Sheng’s words was evident.

If anyone thought to benefit by attacking their companions, she would rather abandon the mission and attack that person first, leaving them empty-handed.

"Of course, this time, we will surely pass the test."

Chen Guang was full of confidence.

The monkey-like Yuan Ping, holding a golden staff, stirred a circle, his vital energy boiling over. He was raring to go, clearly responding to Fang Sheng’s words without any objections.

"Let’s follow Junior Sister Fang’s lead. Let’s take down the Young Manor Master first, then deal with Lady Feng Jiu."

Zhou Ping’an wasn’t worried about the confrontation with Xiao Ning, the Young Master of Shanhe Manor, since they’d battled before.

Even if the opponent enhanced his power to the Spirit Infusion State of the Second Realm of Martial Intent, his strength would only increase so much...

The opponent’s strength had increased.

But his own strength had increased even faster.

Compared to the last time he entered, it was like night and day.

"These manor guards and protectors, killing them serves no purpose. Lingering too long will only lead to complications; it’s better to go straight for the leaders."

When Fang Sheng grew serious, she naturally displayed the cultivation and insight of a disciple from a major sect, taking the lead, her figure flickered, and she leapt over the gate like a bird flying through the sky.

As soon as he moved, the monkey-like Yuan Ping revealed his fierce and violent side, opening his fierce mouth to let out a piercing howl.

In the midst of his shaking figure, he transformed into a massive golden-haired ferocious ape, towering at five meters tall.

Swinging his long staff forward, he stirred up heavy waves of air...

Bang!

The gates of Shanhe Manor and the surrounding walls were all blasted to countless pieces and exploded loudly.

Wielding his staff, he charged forward with thundering roars.

In front of him, a giant golden tornado formed, and anyone who obstructed his path was either killed upon contact or sent flying by a graze.

Just after two breaths, he had already drawn a circular path around the walls, breaking through the Protector’s great formation, and with a strike of his staff, he collapsed the Central Hall, charging straight into the Central Courtyard.

He was ferociously unstoppable.

Zhou Ping’an noticed.

When the Berserk Ape charged, facing arrows and blades, it didn’t dodge or flinch; it merely shook its body, and the feather arrows that struck it couldn’t even penetrate its fur.

This level of sturdiness seemed in no way inferior to his own physical body.

On the left side of the golden tornado, a streak of white light, swift as silk, hissed past the obstruction and charged into the backyard, even three parts faster than the Berserk Ape.

"So eager?"

Zhou Ping’an voiced his surprise.

Upon reflection, he understood right away.

Apart from Fang Sheng, everyone else, including Chen Guang and Yuan Ping, was after the Shanhe Fist Intent.

Clearly, even the monkey who entered first knew well what kind of mechanism this Trial Illusion Realm held—that is, he who exerted more effort and achieved more kills would gain the greatest benefit.

The greater the difficulty, the bigger the reward.

Now, with the strength Young Master Xiao displayed, he should be at the Second Realm of Martial Intent. How much benefit could one gain from killing him?

Could it possibly lead to an instant understanding of one’s own Seed of Martial Intent?

This was very likely.

The reason Zhou Ping’an didn’t think Fang Sheng was also vying for credit was mainly that he remembered she had already obtained the Shanhe Martial Intent once before, and it seemed like she had already realized the Martial Intent.

Thus, whether she gained anything from this challenge involving Young Master Xiao didn’t really matter to her.

"Vying for credit, isn’t it something everyone can do."

Previously, everyone had agreed not to hold others back.

But surely, taking the initiative to strike first and kill the enemy as quickly as possible was never wrong.

"Ah..."

A sword light, swift as lightning, had already stabbed towards him.

Zhou Ping’an didn’t even bother to block; he tilted his body and brushed past the Protector master’s side.

Surprise flickered through his mind.

Compared to the last time, this master who used the Electric Light Sword Technique had become fast as thunder and lightning, astonishingly utilizing the embryonic form of Sword Intent.

Although the threat was not substantial, being entangled by him would still cause a slight delay.

Like this Protector master with electric sword light, three more in the Central Courtyard charged towards him, eyes red with eagerness.

Zhou Ping’an paid them no attention at all.

He stepped down.

His body merged into the water, ripples spread in the air, and his figure disappeared.

When he reappeared, he had already surpassed Yuan Ping and Chen Guang, slashing horizontally, breaking through the vast fist force like a mountain peak, gliding past like a fish, and cutting a long gash under Xiao Ning’s armpit, deep enough to see the bone.

"Eh..."

Zhou Ping’an’s blade had caught him off guard, swiftly attacking from a hundred steps away as a streaking light, especially choosing the moment when Xiao Ning was fully occupied with the sword light plummeting from the sky.

In midair, Fang Sheng fell like a great bird, stepping on the void.

Head down, feet up, with the tip of her sword pointed out, within nine feet around her, the air solidified, its sharpness penetrating right to the soul.

Zhou Ping’an knew this must be the Stabilizing Origin Swordsmanship she mentioned before.

Even the ripples generated by this sword made Zhou Ping’an feel the flow of Blood Elemental Power in his body slightly stagnate.

However, his current temporary body seemed to have the Five Desires Demon Body cultivated to the Five Desires Completion Realm.

His body was extremely sturdy, and with a slight effort, he broke free of the force’s grip, coordinating with Fang Sheng’s swordsmanship to directly attack Xiao Ning.

Power reaching refinement, perception reaching refinement, like a skillful butcher dissecting an ox, his blade intent seemed ethereal but was, in reality, heavy as a mountain.

The blade cutting into Xiao Ning’s armpit felt like slashing into greasy skin, or heavy steel, making a ’swish’ sound as it slid to one side.

Just a cut inflicted, and the force was already exhausted.

"What an embodiment of ’mountains and rivers’."

Zhou Ping’an praised as his blade made the cut.

The opponent’s fists pounded like a war drum, facing Fang Sheng’s extremely exquisite Stabilizing Origin Sword Technique, and still managing to turn his body into a mountain, into a river.

As thick as a mountain, as flowing as a great river.

And thus, even his fierce blade lost its threat.

"I’ll take over."

The golden-haired monkey’s eyes flashed with blood.

A staff swing as grand as the sky falling, hammered down from above.

Before the staff even struck firmly, the ground had already sunken in.

Fierce winds howled and compressed, whistling furiously.

"Strong power."

The face of Young Manor Master Xiao Ning showed anger.

In the middle of the night, someone was directly assaulting his doorstep.

None of them seemed particularly formidable by themselves, but they disregarded all rules of Jianghu, didn’t even speak a word before attacking.

Such behavior was absolutely infuriating.

Angered, his fists became even mightier.