Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 410 - 367: Heavenly Sword King Chengtian

Chapter 410: Chapter 367: Heavenly Sword King Chengtian

The woman’s eyebrows were inverted in anger, and under her furious aura, a cold snort inadvertently triggered an infinite killing intent between heaven and earth, managing to kill all four of her devoted maids who had served by her side for many years.

She even killed a top-notch yellow sparrow that was delivering a message, and for a moment, her heart felt some pain and regret.

Unable to dispel the gloominess, she angrily slapped her palm onto the jade table in front of her.

Pfft...

The jade table scattered and flowed away like gravel.

The whole Northern Palace also trembled slightly at the same time.

Four figures swept into the hall like the wind. Seeing the scene before them, they hurriedly knelt down, and the woman in yellow at the head said solemnly, "Master, calm your anger, your disciple begs to go down the mountain and is willing to share your worries..."

"You, what use are you?

Ling’er received my personal guidance, I taught her literary and martial arts, Qimen Star Divination, and her cultivation advanced, indeed she was the cream of the crop in the sect, and she even seized the position of Holy Maiden of the twenty-eighth generation.

She died so easily, once you go down the mountain, what can you do?"

At this point, she thought of the battle situation in Guangyun County.

The Lotus Heart Holy Mother’s expression became even more unsightly.

This time, it was just the beginning, and the situation had originally been very favorable.

After a few days of not paying attention to the news from the foot of the mountain, not only did her own disciples, who were carefully cultivated as the Holy Maiden, die tragically, but all the Protectors also died.

Even more ridiculous was that one of the Four Great Dharma Kings from within the sect, Yi Heavenly King, also died mysteriously.

Since the uprising began, this time’s casualties were unprecedentedly severe.

If word gets out, it would be utterly embarrassing.

Thinking of this, the Lotus Heart Holy Mother’s heart flared up with anger again.

However, thinking that there were not many capable people left under her command, these few capable disciples could absolutely not be the target of her anger.

If she alienated everyone, her own Lotus Heart Palace would exist in name only, and she wouldn’t let that contemptible Nangong Qingye laugh her big teeth off.

"Hua Yu, go to the Five Peaks and find Old Talented Ruffian. Tell him that it’s time to use him."

The Lotus Heart Holy Mother hesitated for a moment, but finally made up her mind.

In times of great chaos, opportunities are about to emerge. This uprising is not only an opportunity for these disciples but also for herself.

Having already joined the fray, she now knew that the sword of shame could not be easily sheathed; there was only one dark path left to tread.

As for gaining an advantage in the competition among the four palaces? For the time being, she held no such hope.

But the face she had lost had to be retrieved.

"Green Sheep Dominator Sword Zhou Ping’an, I really want to see if you’ve grown three heads and six arms?"

With this thought, the Lotus Heart Holy Mother’s mood gradually calmed down and she slowly said, "Everyone says Yunling girl is like me and has the makings of great success. Unexpectedly, she only had superficial experience and couldn’t withstand great use...

After you find Yue Chengtian, tell him that this time, it’s an opportunity I’m giving him.

If he succeeds, I will surely ensure that he can open his Divine Aperture and set foot in True Martial."

"Is what the Holy Mother says true?"

A loud laugh came from outside the palace, the laughter was rough and unrestrained, causing one’s Qi-Blood to surge chaotically upon hearing it.

The four yellow-clad disciples standing in the main hall of Lotus Heart Palace all furrowed their brows and showed expressions of pain on their faces.

They only felt that, as the laughter rang out, it was as if countless sharp knives were cutting at their spleens, stomachs, and hearts, as if a great disaster was about to befall them at any moment.

"Presumptuous..."

The Lotus Heart Holy Mother rubbed her temples with a hand, feeling a headache come on again.

If it weren’t for a time of needing people, at this moment, she should have stepped in to properly discipline this unruly old rascal.

To let him understand how many eyes Lord Horse King has, and also the rules of living under another’s roof.

"Speak, who do you want to kill?"

The light in the main hall dimmed slightly, and without sound or presence, an additional figure appeared.

Contrary to the laughter, the newcomer was not some robust, grand warrior with an overwhelming presence.

It was a dry, withered old man who didn’t have an ounce of meat on him.

The old man looked sleazy and scrawny and gazed at the Lotus Heart Holy Mother with a fervent and infatuated look.

He seemed like a starving dog seeing fatty meat, secretly swallowing a few mouthfuls of saliva.

This kind of gaze, even the Lotus Heart Holy Mother, who had experienced many affairs and was versed in worldly relationships, was unnerved and broke out in goosebumps.

She thought this old man really wasn’t afraid of death.

Or he was certain she wouldn’t have the heart to kill him.

Or perhaps, did he possess some kind of life-saving technique?

The specific reason, the Lotus Heart Holy Mother didn’t care to investigate; it had no significance.

This old man, a hundred years ago, had already followed her.

Back then, there were also many Divine Generals, but in the end, only two survived.

One old scholar, and one old rogue.

No matter their personalities, their skills were both top-notch.

They not only cultivated the "Purifying Lotus Body" to the Sixth Level Completion but had also reached Mortal Rank Ninth Refinement Completion with Martial Intent Reaches Heaven, being called grandmasters.

Even if she stepped through the True Martial Gateway, with a cultivation ten times superior to theirs.

Just in terms of skill, she was still no match for him.

It only goes to show that timing and fate are everything.

There’s a type of talent that’s known as being down on one’s luck.

It’s not that being powerful will grant one success or longevity.

Looking at the old man in front of her with thinning hair and a face full of wrinkles, the Lotus Heart Holy Mother was faintly reminded of the time when she first met him, a spirited youth, full of vigor and ambition.

Time is like a knife, each knife aging one further.

It is no respecter of persons.

This is precisely why she constantly dreams of advancing even further.

"p>If chance has not yet arrived, it’s one matter,"

"but when it does and is missed entirely, it’s even more painful than death."

"Saintess Yunling and the Protectors all perished in one battle, dying in Guangyun County, and Lian Yi too met his end there...

The message said they all died at the hands of just one person."

"Who?"

"Zhou Ping’an... I have no idea what his background is?

I heard he was originally a rural commoner, and in his youth, because he completed a task set by the Emerald Peak of the Cloud Water Sect, he was able to enter the sect..."

The Lotus Heart Holy Mother, impatient to talk further, flicked her sleeve, transforming the letter that had greatly angered her into spinning blade edges and hurled them with a whistle.

Yue Chengtian extended his withered palm, caught the paper effortlessly with a command, scanned it with one glance, and furrowed his brows.

"Why go to such lengths?"

The way he shook his head in thought faintly revealed a commanding presence, as if returning to the times when he had dominated battlefields.

"They say Saintess Yunling resembles you, but in my view, she falls far short.

It’s rare to find such promising disciples, yet you insist on controlling all of them with the Lock Heart Seal.

This approach seems very clever, leaving no room for mishaps.

However, she fails to understand that how far a person goes doesn’t just depend on talent and wit...

Sometimes, it’s about the Flash of Inspiration in their mind, that sense of unrivaled freedom and self-will."

"When all your Divine Generals become dogs on leashes, how can they possibly master invincible martial arts? It’s only fitting that they were wiped out in one fell swoop."

"You..."

The Lotus Heart Holy Mother had no way to deal with this old man.

She had long become accustomed to him being outspoken, a rascal even from his youth.

Expecting him to say anything worthwhile was naturally out of the question.

Yue Chengtian continued to babble on, unable to stop, but this time, the Lotus Heart Holy Mother did not interrupt him.

When it came to battle, after all, he was once a grandmaster and Divine General who had swept across Three Provinces, leading a million troops, a man who had slain the Grand General of the Right Imperial Guard, his name once striking awe.

A century’s changes, blown away like rain in the wind.

Glory from the past is not worth mentioning to others.

Yet some stories always linger in the minds of the contemporary world, never fading.

The Lotus Heart Holy Mother certainly wouldn’t underestimate him.

Now she was just listening quietly.

In the past, her ability to stand out among many senior sisters and laugh last was also due to her willingness to listen and trust.

Although she sometimes couldn’t control her emotions, most of the time, she was able to find the right methods at the right time to solve the difficulties she faced.

"Lian Xin, I find it curious why you didn’t approach that old pauper and instead sought out someone with the surname Yue. Could it be that you’ve truly made your choice?"

"Get lost..."

Feeling her temper rising yet again, just as the Lotus Heart Holy Mother was about to harshly rebuke him, she saw the look of loss and twilight years on Yue Chengtian’s face.

This man didn’t have much time left to live.

At most, he had another ten years, maybe only three to five.

As a Divine General, failing to break through the Seventh Level of the World Purifying Lotus Body and living past the age of one hundred and twenty was already quite remarkable.

And yet, at his age, he was still jealous and competitive.

She wondered what he was thinking?

Even though inwardly she felt somewhat fed up, the Lotus Heart Holy Mother knew she had to coax him into action, so she explained.

"Li Hanshan sent a message last time saying that he was confronting Monk Jue Qing of the Brahma Heaven Sect. The old monk’s ’Heavenly Buddha Hand’ is very exquisite, having grasped a thread of Buddha-nature, achieving divine Completion.

Every attempt he has made has failed to gain the upper hand. For now, he cannot extricate himself..."

"I see."

Yue Chengtian nodded, then shook his head. A flicker of clarity passed through his murky old eyes, and he spoke solemnly, "Lian Xin, I must say this even if you don’t like to hear it:

The Three Counties of Liyou are beyond salvaging now, the people’s hearts are lost, the momentum gone.

Even if more troops are sent to attack, it would just be a waste of effort. It would be better to focus on the other six counties...

Losing one county is insignificant."

"I know, we can give up the cities and the people, but Zhou Ping’an must die," the Lotus Heart Holy Mother said through gritted teeth.

Originally, our side seized the advantage first, taking over the Three Counties of Liyou, rallying a million civilians, breaking through Yunzhou, and striking in all directions.

We would’ve soon turned a thousand miles to ruin, linking up our forces officially, and even suppressing that damned Qing Ye.

But look what happened now.

Because Saintess Yunling was defeated and killed,

The crucial passage we barely managed to open is now completely blocked.

The entire Southwest, eight counties and one state, sealed tight.

By the time the Imperial Court catches on, the best opportunity will be lost.

Countless unforeseen complications will arise.

If such a matter were to reach the ears of the matriarch, I would have to suffer the consequences.

It would only make me seem incompetent, good for nothing but empty words.

I must think of a way to remedy the situation.

Even if it cannot be fixed, I need to vent this burning frustration.

Otherwise, losing my own prestige would be even worse than losing a few cities."

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