Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 459 - 408: Famed General Embryo, Where the Long Knife Points

Chapter 459: Chapter 408: Famed General Embryo, Where the Long Knife Points

"Where does this moon and Pinghu come from? Is it not that the Spirit Tide has just receded, could it be coming again..."

"Not good, this is Martial Intent, such a strong vision!"

White Wolf reacted extremely quickly.

His consciousness merely dazzled for a moment before he came to his senses, realizing that he had fallen for a trick.

He bit his tongue and spat out a mouthful of heated blood from his heart.

With the Tiger Head Sword in hand, he spun around his body quickly, advancing rather than retreating, and in one swoop, he slashed out a magnificent and grand wave of sword energy.

The edge of his blade directed, the dense Sword Qi gathered into a ferocious wolf’s head, lunging forward to bite.

Along the way, grass, bamboo, and rocks simultaneously shattered, led by his sword drawing Qi into a wolf, bursting forth a wide path, directly clearing thirty zhang.

With this move, "Charging Wolf Strike," White Wolf had mobilized all his Qi-Blood, and the demonic power from his markings was boiling as well, emitting Sword Radiance that carried strands of sharp metal energy, creating a feeling that nothing could withstand it.

In this critical moment, there was no time for slow parry and counter.

All he wanted was to break through the encirclement with one slash and escape the pursuit.

Zhou Ping’an was behind him, and he did not believe that on this ground, there was anyone else who could stop his advancing step, even for an instant.

As White Wolf slashed out, he sensed the moon and Pinghu before him dissipating, the figure retreating with a flash and split, the opponent evidently insufficient in strength, daring not to truly block by force. As his sword commenced, he was about to utilize the remaining power to swing and kill.

He had just retracted his arm when he saw his Tiger Head Sword suddenly become a hundred times heavier.

It was somewhat unstable to grasp.

And on the back of the blade, unbeknownst to him when, a thin dark-golden longsword, thin as a cicada’s wing, had already been placed.

Upon seeing this dark-golden blade, he saw a cold moon emerging on it, creating layers of ripples.

An illusion...

White Wolf was greatly alarmed.

His reflex action to press down on the sword with overwhelming force could no longer be withheld. He pushed his wrist forth, intending to control the sword to kill the enemy, yet his intention shrank back, seeking to protect himself.

At this moment, his spirit and will, and his action of striking, were momentarily disconnected.

The power wrongly distributed at both ends, unable to merge into one.

It was also at this time that he felt a chill at his chest.

The White Wolf totem was utterly severed, a sharp wind slicing into his heart.

Layers upon layers of sword Qi, like a mad tide, directly broke through his chest and back, blasting a huge cavity at his heart.

He looked up in shock.

White Wolf then realized.

There had been a person standing in front of him all along.

A woman with a graceful figure, her complexion cold as ice and snow, her eyes as bright as spring waters.

"Lin Huaiyu..."

Clang.

The Tiger Head Sword fell powerlessly from White Wolf’s hand, his expression dimming, devoid of life.

His body slumped sideways.

"What a move, ’Ocean Moonrise.’ Third Miss, your sword technique, with its mix of illusion and reality changing in the blink of an eye, even I might not clearly distinguish it. White Wolf’s death is well deserved."

Azure Shadow flashed slightly.

Zhou Ping’an had already moved to her side unknowingly.

"Sister, you flatter me. Earlier, that ’River Overturning Sea’ slash, even I watched with fear. That Blood Centipede with profound demonic power, and extremely toxic, even a Grandmaster level expert would find it difficult to handle. Under brother’s sword, it was nothing more than a trivial matter..."

Lin Huaiyu sighed deeply.

Her eyes shifted, blossoming like spring flowers.

She also complimented with a smile.

"Haha, let’s not praise each other too much. What really is the connection between Southern Marsh’s Thousand Pools and these demons? Their methods are unpredictable and hard to gauge. When slaying, one should not only defeat but destroy their Divine Will to prevent any powerful methods they might have for retaliation."

As he spoke, Zhou Ping’an flicked his finger, and the Sword Qi vibrated.

Lying on the ground, the lifeless White Wolf’s head suddenly exploded into a mist of blood, a strange aura diffusing, immediately dispersed by the mountain breeze.

"Indeed so."

Lin Huaiyu nodded in agreement.

She pulled out a Bamboo Tube firework.

Lit it, and it screamed into the sky.

In just over a dozen breaths,

two groups of elite soldiers burst fiercely from the woodlands on the left and right sides.

The person in the lead on the left wielded a giant iron rod as thick as a child’s thigh, swirling it furiously, with an effect like overturning rivers and seas.

Despite the ferocious appearance, in his hands, it appeared as if he was performing the delicate task of threading a needle, with precision and finesse.

His strength seemed extremely fierce, but when it struck the enemy, it was neither more nor less, just enough to explode the opponent’s head.

This person was Luo Hao.

Behind him followed more than a thousand elites, each robust in form, with fierce sword movements and full of killing intent.

As this troop appeared, they roared furiously into battle, charging like madmen without regard for their lives.

Even if struck by a cold arrow or slashed by a sword, they did not retreat half a step, charging as if they were frenzied tigers.

"This is the Flying Tiger Army..."

Lin Huaiyu smiled and said, "Since Luo Hao was defeated by Xiang Tieniu last time, and after being guided by you, who knows what he realized, his Cultivation has rapidly progressed, now almost able to produce True Qi.

His Cultivation could be set aside, proceeding step by step with sufficient medicine supply, there’s no problem. But this strength and speed, somewhat difficult to understand, this talent..."

Zhou Ping’an knew what Lin Huaiyu wanted to say.

One can only say, amidst the grassroots, there are certainly exceptional people.

Some people, before they shine, merely show a slight edge over ordinary people and might not be too outstanding, may even be envied by others, and could possibly die old within the fields without any remarkable deeds known.

But once such people had the opportunity, some traits within them would burst forth with astonishing brilliance.

Just like Luo Hao.

He was a refugee who had fled from the northwest, his greatest desire in life was merely to ensure a full meal for himself and his humpbacked old mother.

However, because of certain persistence.

And because his mother had always cautioned him since he was young, Luo Hao was not willing to succumb to thievery.

It was not easy to maintain integrity in poverty.

In the end, he and his mother were so hungry they were nearly starved to death.

Such top-tier talent like Luo Hao, because he ate only a bit of grass roots and tree bark daily, perhaps scrambling for a bowl of porridge occasionally, was starved till he was skin and bones, just like a skeleton.

In such a condition, even if one has great capabilities or peerless talent, it would be meaningless.

When Zhou Ping’an rose up, he widely distributed food, proclaimed the slogan that everyone could have food and clothes, and he not just shouted slogans but genuinely accomplished it.

Also precisely because of this, he could win the hearts of hundreds of thousands of refugees.

Luo Hao, too, joined the army after his mother gave her consent.

From there on, things spiraled out of control.

"He still hasn’t cultivated True Qi yet, his basic strength is two to two and a half times that of martial artists of the same level, and his speed has also doubled..."

Zhou Ping’an silently estimated.

And he found that this lad, at the Refinement of Organs level, had surprisingly caught up with his earlier self, even slightly surpassing it.

That is to say, his basic strength was probably more than 20,000 catties, perhaps reaching 25,000 catties.

Moreover, Luo Hao was naturally congenial to various martial techniques; no matter the weapon, he could utilize three aspects of it.

Even a set of ordinary martial arts, when executed, seemed as if immersed and indulged for decades, with surprisingly great power.

In time, he would grow enough to become a famous general shaking one side.

Although still immature now, when charging into battle, he already had the feeling of a rampaging tiger.

That kind of frantic fierceness, yet with a hint of cutting through with excess ease, gave a comforting and disruptive sense of inversion to the observer.

"Good prospect, that one can’t be hit..."

Zhou Ping’an was about to turn his gaze when he saw Luo Hao slow down with his stick, suddenly accelerate, scattering a cluster of brilliant sword lights, striking on the head of a middle-aged scholar with long facial hair, making peach blossoms bloom upon the impact.

"Well, originally I wanted to thoroughly interrogate this second-in-command from Black Mountain Stronghold, see what on earth made him think of enticing the Demonic Barbarians to attack the city, but he’s dead now, I suppose I could randomly grab a Totem Warrior and likely get the details."

Zhou Ping’an’s gaze was icy.

As for the remaining fugitives from Black Mountain Stronghold, he harbored not a shred of sympathy.

Not one of these people was good; all perishing was merely reaping what they had sown.

However, at another side.

Xiang Tieniu’s method of fighting was a bit different.

Quiet.

Yes, he led more than a thousand elites charging out, facing initially demon beasts and some Totem Warriors.

The whole unit fought with raised swords without uttering a single scream.

Instead, they clenched their teeth, killing soundlessly.

Especially Xiang Tieniu.

The broad sword in his hand, as wide as a door, danced in his hands—now heavy as the earth, now light as a breeze. With its blade pointing forward, no matter how elite the Totem Warrior or how ferocious the fierce beast, all were split in two.

A huge demon beast with a bear head, clad in heavy iron armor, half-crouched and pounced in front of Xiang Tieniu, its claws thrusting forward, its fur bristling terrorizingly.

But then a cold light flashed.

This half-bear behemoth’s corpulent body, armor included, had been chopped into two halves by One Slash, with armor and flesh exploding apart, propelling forward like crossbow bolts.

The Qi Force shockwave penetrated several Totem Warriors; their bodies shredded by debris, they fell to the ground wailing.

Crushed under Xiang Tieniu’s foot and turned into mush, with another step forward, his sword turned, a red flame burst open, Essence and Energy voluminous and relentless, simultaneously beheading three beasts and one man in front.

"Good."

Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but openly praise.

Compared to Luo Hao’s insanity and finesse...

Xiang Tieniu’s side was stable, as stable as Mount Tai.

He used the Nine Breakthrough Blades, Primordial Blade Technique he had imparted...

One Slash executed, if effective, was effective.

If not, it meant death.

Anyone whose strength fell short of his, never needed a second blade.

Oddly enough, Xiang Tieniu’s strength was even three parts greater than Luo Hao’s.

It’s unknown what he fed on to grow.

"The sword technique developed newly by Senior Brother fits Xiang Tieniu so well."

Lin Huaiyu also quietly nodded, feeling that the Primordial Blade Technique Zhou Ping’an devised by amalgamating several martial arts, though seemingly simple and straightforward, was astonishingly powerful.

The simpler, the higher the limit.

Xiang Tieniu had mastered its essence, his swordsmanship embodying a transformation from complex to simple, returning to simplicity.

Others come with a thousand moves, I respond with one.

Unable to block, it signifies death.

"In a year or two, these two generals will dominate the world, hardly meeting an adversary."

Lin Huaiyu had to acknowledge this point.

An army is easy to obtain, a general is hard to find.

Tang Lin’er might grow into an extremely formidable martial general, but on a real battlefield where martial prowess clashed, given more time, she was bound to be left far behind.

This was determined by talent.

However, Tang Lin’er had some advantages.

That was in command and training, stronger than these two straightforward individuals.

That was another skill entirely.

Of course, combined, were these people as formidable as her senior brother?

Lin Huaiyu quietly turned to glance at Zhou Ping’an, exhaled softly, feeling a sense of peace, stretched out her hand, pretending it was accidental, and quietly touched her senior brother’s hand.

Zhou Ping’an felt the warm, soft touch on the back of his hand and slightly warmed his heart, gripping the small hand tightly in response.

The two stood together on the hillside, no longer paying attention to the one-sided slaughter below.

The Totem Warriors and the great army of demon beasts that had secretly infiltrated, having lost their leader, were doomed to be annihilated.

Next, of course, was not about going back to sleep soundly.

But to make clear what the opponent’s plan really was.

This was a time when striking first was essential.

Otherwise, once the opposing army launched their attack,

Regardless of the outcome, the losses would be severe.

"Wanting to save as much Yuan Qi as possible without damaging agricultural affairs, this is only strategy available."

Zhou Ping’an sighed.

Lin Huaiyu turned her head upon hearing this, her gaze filled with reluctance and a profound hidden worry, which quickly vanished, only to smile and say, "With senior brother’s prowess, he could go anywhere under the heavens. I will just wait for senior brother’s triumphant return. There’s no need to worry about Qingyang City, with me here, it shall be as stable as Mount Tai."

"I believe."

Zhou Ping’an looked deeply at Lin Huaiyu, saluted with his hands, and with a backward leap, disappeared into the mountains.

With his skills, he naturally could track the paths taken by these Totem Warriors arriving.

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