Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 473 - 421: Sister Can Fly, Miraculous Achievements

Chapter 473: Chapter 421: Sister Can Fly, Miraculous Achievements

"Ping’an, do you want me to beat up that Old Wu Changsong? He was very close to Su Tong of Chongyang Peak back in the mountains. This time, he must have come to act as a mediator."

Fish Changsheng sheathed his sword, eagerly offering to help.

"No need for that, Uncle-Master should go have fun himself, and pay more attention to the Water Demons of Li River. In case that Old Crocodile recovers from his injuries, only you can stop him."

"Indeed, the Old Crocodile is extremely cunning and powerful. Without anyone to hold him back, if he were to strike within Pinghu territory, the casualties would be immense."

Fish Changsheng understood that this mission was indeed perfect for him, and not suitable for others.

It was more important than beating up Wu Changsong.

He thought for a moment and hurriedly summoned his Sword Wings, leaping down from the mountainside to the riverside residence.

That was his usual abode, where Da Niu and Zhan Shanhe would regularly lead troops along the coast to search for Water Demons, guarding strictly.

...

"Let’s go."

Zhou Ping’an mounted his horse, riding alongside Xiao Chengfeng.

"News has come that the Red Lotus Army near Ping Mountain Ridge has retreated, pulling back fifty li. The sporadic battles at Yunjin Ferry Crossing have also ceased these past few days, as if they’re all in a wait-and-see posture."

Xiao Chengfeng reported in a low voice.

Generally speaking, when Zhou Ping’an was cultivating, he wouldn’t appear for anything less than urgent matters and had instructed his generals not to disturb him.

Affairs of state and military were to be handled by each according to their responsibilities.

This was the first time Xiao Chengfeng had seen Zhou Ping’an in seven days, and he quickly took the opportunity to relay all the recent events.

"The supplies of grain, beans, wheat flour are enough for a month’s needs, and within Pinghu territory, thirty thousand refugees had been gathered successively. Following Master Ming’s orders, we’ve already found places to settle them all, distributing farming tools and seeds for them to start reclaiming the land and building homes."

"Master Ming was particularly concerned about the Guangyun Front. Not a single troop crossed the river, but instead retreated and remained defensive at Hu Ridge. It must be the result of the battle at the river, which frightened them.

In the absence of sufficient confidence, we don’t need to worry about Guangyun dispatching troops..."

"As for the Black Mountain direction, all is calm, and Miss Huaiyu just sent a letter."

As he spoke, Xiao Chengfeng reached out from his horseback and handed over a letter.

Zhou Ping’an inspected the seal and found it unopened, which pleased him.

He took out the letter, flicked it open against the wind, and read it, chuckling.

This wasn’t a letter from the Third Miss.

The naive handwriting conveyed innocent words, essentially saying, "Brother Ping’an, I want to eat cotton candy. You’ve been back to Qingyang City and haven’t come inside; Little Jiu’er will ignore you."

"Let me tell you a secret, don’t tell Sister. Last night, I saw Sister could fly, almost flying into the moonlight, and I want to fly too..."

This little rascal.

Zhou Ping’an thought back to his last trip to Qingyang City. He had forgotten to bring some candy for Little Jiu’er in his haste, no wonder she was filled with resentment.

And she had learned to write him letters.

If only there were a few less spelling errors, it would have been perfect.

Feeling the affection between the brief lines, Zhou Ping’an looked towards Qingyang City, thinking that once everything was settled here, he needed to visit the little one.

Of course, he needed to see Lin Huaiyu as well.

Just a few days have passed, and she had already grasped the True Kunpeng Form Diagram. The ’nonsense’ that Little Jiu’er inadvertently spoke might have revealed a secret; that is, the Body Refinement Technique that Lin Huaiyu mastered probably pertains to the ’wind’ aspect. It’s unknown whether she’s like Fish Changsheng who also learned the ’removing’ aspect.

Truly worthy of being Fairy Huaiyu.

Impressive.

Zhou Ping’an was no longer new to this world, and had developed a deep understanding of the manifestations of Martial Arts at each Realm.

Especially after experiencing the conflicts with the Southern Scale Demon Chief and Cui Guangling among others, he understood even more.

Even reaching the True Martial Refinement Realm, able to be in the ’Unity of Heaven and Man’ state at all times, it doesn’t necessarily mean one can fly.

According to Fish Changsheng, even after glimpsing the power of the laws as a True Form, not everyone can fly.

It also depends on the nature of the True Form refined.

For instance, those who refine the Great Roc’s True Form can certainly fly.

Those who refine the Great Fish True Form will definitely be aquatic and can’t drown.

And for those who refine the True Fire Phoenix Form, it wouldn’t make sense to say they can’t play with fire.

’How did I end up refining into a great fish?’

Zhou Ping’an thought about his own Sea-Splitting Sword, which probably manifested the ’water’ and ’void’ aspects.

Its power was peerless.

But in the end, I am a fish, without wings, unable to fly.

It’s a regret that can’t be denied.

Fixated on the words "Sister can fly" on the letter, Zhou Ping’an envied them so much he almost saw right through the paper.

Who doesn’t have a dream of flying?

Fish Changsheng was, after all, twenty-nine years old and had cultivated for so many years. Refining the ’Wings Hanging from the Sky’ was half luck, half hard effort, and thus was reasonable.

But for classmate Huaiyu, it was quite outrageous.

She was extremely lucky.

’Take it slow. Now, focus on fully grasping the Sea-Splitting Sword, refining it to the extreme. Then, find a way to comprehend the True Form Diagrams in the mountains. Maybe then I will understand.’

Although he knew the chances were slim, he still harbored some hope.

Zhou Ping’an composed himself and returned to the County Yamen.

He saw a familiar face.

Elder Wu Changsong from Diecang Peak, dressed in a silk black daoist robe and wearing a jade crown, had a youthful appearance despite his age. His manner seemed even more imposing than the last time they met.

However, his face bore a trace of anxiety, holding a teacup distractedly.

Turning his head and seeing Zhou Ping’an, he hurriedly stood up, his face breaking into a welcoming smile, "It’s only been over a month since we last met, yet Nephew Disciple Zhou has accomplished such great deeds and earned an incredible reputation. When I first heard about it, I hardly believed my own ears."

"It’s just a trivial matter, not worth mentioning. It seems Elder Wu has had a comfortable time in Huangze County, looking very well. I haven’t even thanked the Elder for his protection that day..."

Zhou Ping’an smiled, not taking Wu Changsong’s eager compliments to heart.

When this Elder passed through Qingyang City that day, his visit was hurried, and his mind never lingered for a moment.

Of course, his attitude wasn’t very good either, it could only be described as cool and indifferent. He left two Inner Sect Disciples to complete a mission and immediately left, as if afraid Zhou Ping’an would cling to him.

Nevertheless, overall, the Elder still showed some concern for his fellow sect members. Seeing the Yi Heavenly King lying in wait for a sneak attack, although not wanting to fight, he still stepped in to intimidate.

He had left a bit of face.

Speaking of protection, Wu Changsong’s expression stiffened.

That day, he blocked the Red Lotus Yitian King, their Martial Intent clashed and their auras collided. He vaguely felt that this Red Lotus King, known for his divine arrow shooting the sun technique, might actually possess a greater combat power than himself.

If a real fight ensued, he would be at a complete disadvantage.

Therefore, he left in a hurry, deep down not holding any hope for Zhou Ping’an’s area.

He thought that not long after his departure, he would surely hear news of his imaginative nephew disciple fleeing. Being able to escape Qingyang City with his life would already be quite good.

As for defending the city, let alone expanding his territory, that was out of the question.

Unexpectedly, not much time had passed.

He heard unbelievable news in Huangze County.

Zhou Ping’an had not only defended Qingyang City.

But had also turned from defense to offense.

He obliterated the entirety of the Red Lotus Army led by Saintess Yunling.

Even Yunling, one of the three Holy Maidens held in high regard by the Red Lotus Sect, along with the four Protectors, all died by his hand.

Furthermore, in Pinghu County, he slew both the Fifth Level Lotus Body Red Lotus Divine General and the Yitian King.

He took control of all Three Counties of Liyou.

If such news seemed like a joke,

Then what followed seemed like ghost stories.

Terrifying to contemplate.

When the Southern Marsh’s Thousand Pools army attacked, a huge debate erupted in Huangze County.

Some believed they should send aid, using Zhou Ping’an’s forces to wear down some of the Demonic Barbarian strength, then take part to repel the invading army, preventing a direct assault on Huangze.

Others argued,

It was crucial not to give the Demonic Barbarians a reason to attack.

There was no need to send troops, just firmly defend Yunjin Ferry, preventing the Demonic Barbarians from crossing. With only tens of thousands in their ranks and controlling Three Counties of Liyou, they had enough population and land. Left to their own devices, they wouldn’t dare attack Huangze any time soon.

The most important course of action wasn’t to gain something but to avoid getting burned.

The latter proposal dominated the perspective of Huangze County Government.

Even Wu Changsong thought this was the prudent approach, inaction being the best choice in the current situation.

What nobody expected was that all of them, including Prefectural Governor Zhang Zhongshu, were wrong.

The Three Counties of Liyou not only withstood the tremendous pressure from the barbarian invasion but also repelled the enemy beyond the counties, leaving Longmu Camp shattered, the Water Demons vanished without a trace.

They dared not encroach.

Even when the Southern Scale Demon Chief personally exerted his might, the larger force bullying the smaller, he was played for a fool and suffered a great loss.

Rumor has it he’s now hidden away, nursing his injuries.

With the situation such a mess,

thereafter, the issue became troublesome.

After this battle, the true potential for warfare in the Three Counties of Liyou was realized.

Able to deploy fifty thousand trained soldiers while still retaining sixty thousand at home, unmoving...

Had it been a mere mob, it wouldn’t have mattered.

But these soldiers had unexpectedly decent combat power, with fine weapons and surging morale. After one battle, they appeared almost elite.

The most absurd part was that despite maintaining so many soldiers and supporting millions of refugees, the Three Counties of Liyou somehow didn’t lack grain.

How was this small area able to provide for all of them?

Not only the people of Huangze County but even all the knowledgeable ones in Yunzhou and Jiangzhou couldn’t figure out how Zhou Ping’an managed to produce such quantities of food.

Nor could they understand how he managed to use the Martial Intent Realm to counterattack against the True Martial Realm, overcoming a major difference in the levels to block the Southern Scale Demon Chief’s assault...

To everyone, this was nothing short of a miracle.

So, after this battle, Huangze County found itself in an awkward position.

Having previously stood by comfortably,

now they had lost good relations and making any overtures became difficult.

Turning a natural ally into a stranger across the river, it was not something easily spoken of.