Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 465 - 414 A Chance, A Big Gift

Chapter 465: Chapter 414 A Chance, A Big Gift

"To deal with the Old Crocodile and delay the progress of his mighty army, one doesn’t necessarily need overwhelming martial power. Sometimes strategy is like a knife, inflicting wound upon wound."

Zhou Ping’an had devised a plan in his heart and, after careful consideration, realized it was truly feasible.

All he needed now was an opportunity.

...

Humans value blood ties and their own progeny.

And they’re not alone in that.

Even the Old Crocodile probably couldn’t bear to lose his child; that egg must be of great importance to him.

After all, at that time, it was Yu Changsheng’s direction of attack, slashing toward the direction of the black ship.

Compared to pursuing me, protecting that egg is far more crucial.

Thinking of the sight he had caught a glimpse of, Zhou Ping’an had a moment of clarity.

The egg, which lay within the Blood Pool, dust-covered, with gold patterns on its shell and the size of a blue ball, was most likely the direct descendant of the Old Crocodile, a very promising one at that.

Perhaps even his son or daughter.

With this in mind, Zhou Ping’an suddenly felt his thoughts clear up; all the anomalies now made sense.

"Since he places so much importance on this egg, there indeed is a good method..."

Zhou Ping’an looked back at the thatched hut, then turned and disappeared into the forest, forcefully suppressing his nausea as he dissipated the spiritual imprint within the knife and branded a trace of his own spirit into it.

Now, he found that the knife no longer gave off the dangerous feeling of flying at him to kill at any moment.

Instead, it felt almost affectionate.

"With this knife in hand, the final piece of the puzzle is in place. To thank you for your meticulous planning, I might as well give you a grand gift."

Thinking of the Governor of Guangyun Prefecture, whom he had only heard of but never seen, a hint of coldness flashed in Zhou Ping’an’s eyes.

He didn’t move far away but trailed behind the fleet at an optimal distance.

Although the speed of the fleet had slowed down by more than several times.

It was still making steady progress.

In less than two days’ time, they would reach Pinghu Port. Once there, with Water Demons coming ashore and Totem formations being erected, it would be a bloodbath.

On the contrary, when the ships are on water, that’s the best time to attack.

If, that is, the Old Crocodile isn’t there to guard.

"Wait, wait for an opportunity."

"Maybe it will come in the next moment, maybe never. But I trust Uncle Master Little Fish."

If it had been Lin Huaiyu on the other side, they would have strategized and acted without needing a word, knowing instinctively how to work in concert with each other.

But facing Yu Changsheng was a different story, as she might not truly know how to cooperate.

But Zhou Ping’an decided to trust her a bit more.

Trusting Uncle Master Yu’s sharp intuition and her immense battle talent.

Sure enough, he didn’t have to wait too long.

It was less than two shichen.

As evening drew in, the lingering glow of the setting sun in the west faded, evening mist rose from the shore, and the sound of sword shrieking echoed over the river again.

"Old Crocodile, come out and meet your death, Granny is here again."

It was as if she had found the most amusing game.

Yu Changsheng simply didn’t know what fear was.

At some point, she held a treasured sword in each hand, and with a slight spread of her arms, the swords soared as if they had wings.

Her figure dove down, plunging onto the deck of several wooden ships.

With the Sword Wings shrieking sharply, she passed in a flash, and dozens or even hundreds on board fell simultaneously, their ships cleaved in two by a single stroke from Yu Changsheng.

Water poured into the ships, which slowly began to sink.

Then, Totem Warriors plunged into the turbid waters one after another, like dumplings.

Most of these men from the Southern Marsh’s Thousand Pools could not swim, and being forced to abandon ship, it was unknown how many would survive without drowning.

"Demoness!"

The people from Longmu Camp shouted in fury, several figures skimmed along the waves with swords swinging, converging on Yu Changsheng.

One of them was tall yet skilled with a narrow sword.

The narrow sword flickered like a snake’s tongue, its every thrust aimed at vital points.

The other two, one wielding a hammer and one with a staff, created rolling waves and churning water with their leaping attacks.

These three approached rapidly and retreated just as quickly,

repelled by a few swings of Yu Changsheng’s long sword.

Even in a brief exchange, they were pushed to the brink of defeat.

Each felt as though they were facing Yu Changsheng alone.

For each move they made, she responded with a dozen more.

Had they not retreated swiftly,

at least one among the three would have surely died on the spot.

"Great wind!"

Yu Changsheng didn’t entangle with the three experts - she even spared them the final blow. With a flap of her Sword Wings, she transformed into a streak of golden light, landing on another ship.

Her sword qi roared past, destroying the ship and those on it.

She didn’t look back at the carnage, her figure leaping from one ship to the next, slaughtering with such ferocity that the Totem Warriors simmered with rage and suffered heavy losses.

Yet, they were slower and couldn’t escape or catch up.

They could only follow closely behind Yu Changsheng, keeping a tight watch for an opportunity.

"Whoosh..."

Suddenly, the light in the sky dimmed, a heavy and sharp presence bearing down from above.

Unbeknownst to them, the Old Crocodile had already made his move stealthily.

This time, he appeared to have learned his lesson and didn’t bother with testing. His first move was a deadly one.

"The blades of the Silver-Horned Shears opened as the Old Crocodile struck, creating arcs of sword light in both the sky and sea.

The lights, supple as silk, turned into two silver serpents, their tails intertwined and their heads converging in a lethal strike.

"Such a fierce old monster; I’m not going to fight you this time, I’ll come back later."

Upon seeing the Old Crocodile’s scissor attack, Yu Changsheng’s heart trembled with fear. He didn’t even try to meet his opponent’s move and turned to rush towards the high sky.

"Think you can escape?"

This time, the Old Crocodile was in close pursuit, not falling too far behind.

He opened his mouth to roar, and two silver lights swirled and danced, forming a net...

It seemed that in the next moment, Yu Changsheng would be snipped dead on the spot.

"Just then."

Zhou Ping’an’s body suddenly burst with intense blood light.

It turned into a thin mist of blood, barely visible, and in a few bounds, he had crossed a hundred yards across the river, heading straight for the black ship.

"This is the chance Uncle Master Xiao Yu has gambled his life to create; I cannot miss it."

Thinking so, Zhou Ping’an increased his speed even more.

This time, he didn’t even throw out wooden boards to use as leverage.

On the surface of the water, he left faint impressions, rushing forward with purpose. Thankfully, there was no need to change direction or use force to draw his sword.

He could still manage to run on spiritual power alone.

Stepping onto the black ship, Zhou Ping’an finally saw the situation shrouded in thick fog within.

Inside the cabin lay hundreds of male and female corpses, arranged in some complex pattern.

All of them had their neck arteries severed, dead, their blood converging into a giant blood pool, just enough to submerge a basketball-sized gold-patterned giant egg within.

Within his mental induction, something inside the giant egg seemed to be voraciously absorbing the essence within the blood, and even a kind of spiritual energy that was invisible and intangible.

The aura within the giant egg was getting stronger and stronger. Perhaps sensing something, the eggshell gently trembled, and the creature inside let out a peculiar cry.

"Keep crying, cry your heart out, let’s see if your old man can save you," Zhou Ping’an said coldly, full of murderous intent.

Using human blood and souls to form an array, just to nurture the beast within the egg; big or small, they all deserved to die.

Hearing an anxious roar coming from far away on the river, and sensing an extremely ferocious aura frantically rushing back, Zhou Ping’an didn’t put the gold-patterned giant egg into his space but wrapped it in old clothes, tied it up, turned into a streak of blood light, and fled through the ship’s window, skimming the water and vanishing into the dense jungle to the west.

Behind him, the Old Crocodile, enraged, smashed the black ship into pieces with a slap. His bulky form dived into the water, creating a white line behind him, and in an instant, he had reached the western shore.

He leapt into the air, the surrounding winds and clouds stirred, and the gleam of water faintly visible as his body rushed forward, almost merging with nothingness, no longer clearly visible.

Only a ferocious aura remained, closely following Zhou Ping’an, a few hundred yards behind and not once falling behind.

"With his normal running speed, he’s only a tiny bit slower than my ’A Stone’s Throw, Worlds Away’ stepping technique. If he learns a powerful divine stepping skill, I won’t be able to outrun him."

Zhou Ping’an was self-aware.

Whether on the river surface or in the mountain forest, the opponent was merging with nature, attracting Heaven and Earth’s Divine Opportunity.

If a Grandmaster in the Heaven-Man Sensitivity phase could only attract a small part of the divine opportunity at full power,

Then a Great Grandmaster in the Body Refinement Stage of the True Martial Realm had already achieved Unity of Heaven and Man, "I am the Heaven, and Heaven is me."

At that time, fighting them was like opposing the very Heaven and Earth, crushed by the infinite divine opportunity; how could one not be defeated?

However, fortunately, for the Old Crocodile to use such a method was also quite difficult and could not be perfectly executed.

He still needed to operate his Jin and maintain his incantations to use his strongest attack.

He couldn’t act on mere thought.

Otherwise, Zhou Ping’an could only admit his bad luck and flee as far as he could.

He didn’t dare to block a car with his arm.

Now, of course, there was still a chance.

The reason he had set this plan in motion was

because he had seen that the Old Crocodile’s speed was just a bit slower than his own.

It might only be a slight difference, but it meant that as long as he didn’t look back, the Crocodile would never catch him.

Thus, he could only be led by the nose.

...

Over Wen Creek and across Hu Ridge.

Before Li Feihu’s forces could react,

A blood shadow, a streak of water, had already passed by at lightning speed.

The ground-sweeping wind had collapsed houses and downed forests,

Leaving all the soldiers pale-faced.

"General, should we intercept? The Old Crocodile has been lured towards County City?"

"Intercept, intercept my ass? Are you able to block it, or am I able to block it?"

Li Feihu whipped a close-by trusted aide on the face, causing his skin to tear and him to fall to the ground crying. He didn’t bother with his shortsighted subordinate, only staring blankly toward the direction of the County City, his expression alternating between light and dark.

Demonic Barbarian armies were about to attack Pinghu, and now a complication arose here. Should he take this opportunity to attack East Mountain, or wait for their battle to weaken both parties before directly cutting into Pinghu?

This was a dilemma.

As for the safety of County City, Li Feihu didn’t really worry.

No one knew that the Governor of Guangyun Prefecture was not as gentle and refined as he appeared; he was even stronger than he had shown.

Once the Old Crocodile entered the city, whether it could leave alive was still a question.

...

Zhou Ping’an made his way into the city, filtering through countless conversations in a flash, and quickly found the direction of the Governor’s Mansion.

When he got closer, Zhou Ping’an sensed two extremely mighty presences.

One was evil and domineering, a little farther and more deeply hidden.

The other was heavy and gloomy, yet very close.

Within a crowd of hundreds, toasting and singing loudly in celebration.

"To the Mansion Master, on this joyous occasion, my Zhang Family specially..."

A plump and richly dressed middle-aged man, raising his cup to the high-crowned genteel middle-aged man, had barely finished speaking when the hall was overtaken by thunderous sounds.

The blood shadow flickered into the hall, and with a gesture, he sent a round object, slightly larger than a human head, carrying immense power, hurtling toward the high-crowned man as if shot from a cannon.

"I also have a gift for the Mansion Master!"

...

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