Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 488 - 429th Chapter: Wandering Threads Without Bounds, Light Mist over the Sea + 430th - : Carefree Journey_4

Chapter 488: 429th Chapter: Wandering Threads Without Bounds, Light Mist over the Sea + 430th Chapter: Carefree Journey_4

Watching him muster his Qi-Blood, his body turning from white to red, then from red to blue, the cold and sharp aura atop the long spear grew ever more intense.

After practicing for a good while, Yu Changlie finally stopped, his face pale, with beads of sweat rolling off his forehead and back. He stood in place, took a long time to regulate his breathing, and only then returned to normal.

"This is the Fiend Attracting Body Refinement, the technique of Merging Soldiers into Fiends."

Zhou Ping’an had heard how difficult and painful the military family’s Body Refinement Technique was, but he had never witnessed it with his own eyes. Now, seeing it firsthand, he truly realized the hardships involved.

Through Mental Induction, he could sense the thin stream of Evil Qi, drawn down from the high heavens, constantly destroying Yu Changlie’s body and the long spear in his hands.

Breaking apart and recombining, destroying and restoring.

Just like turning into Hundred Refined Fine Steel through repeated forging, becoming stronger with each refinement.

"But no matter how much it’s repaired, the accumulated damage is insidious, harming both the body and the Divine Soul. The body is fine; it just undergoes Alienation. But when the Soul is tainted by Evil Qi, the Soul life is worn away. No wonder it’s so hard to achieve Longevity with such practice."

Zhou Ping’an felt a pang of regret in his heart.

However, considering he himself hadn’t even seen a glimpse of Longevity, it was indeed superfluous to worry about others at this point.

Zhou Ping’an shook his head inwardly, his figure once again soaring high into the air. Navigating through the sky, no one noticed his presence or that he had ever been there.

When he passed by the small courtyard again,

he saw Yu Changlie donning his armor, leading his horse, and heading southeast out of the city. Zhou Ping’an simply watched in silence, not disturbing him.

He knew that Yu Changlie was set to lead his troops to Ping Mountain Ridge today. The delay in defending against the Water Demon attacks and eradicating the Longmu Camp soldiers had already been too long.

If troops weren’t dispatched soon to guard the important routes, if the Red Lotus Bandits took advantage of the vacancy to launch an attack, another trouble would be at hand.

"Yu Changlie had no reaction to my approach at all. This movement technique is truly miraculous. If I were to target his head right now, it would happen in complete silence, and no one would be alerted."

By this time, Zhou Ping’an finally developed a profound respect for the Four Great Immortal Sects.

It wasn’t that their cultivation techniques were lacking, but rather that the juniors had not yet mastered them fully.

"If there’s someone in the city with the sharpest senses and strongest abilities, it must be Uncle Master Yu Changsheng. I’ll go take a look at her place again. If she doesn’t notice me as well, I can visit the Governor’s Mansion again to eliminate potential dangers."

Zhou Ping’an always had an ominous premonition in his heart.

He felt that, as time passed, Guangyun County might experience a massive upheaval.

Cui Guangling, no matter how he looked at it, did not sit right.

He was very likely to cause a situation that would be beyond control.

The Three Counties of Liyou, situated within Guangyun County, would surely bear the brunt if trouble arose. This required vigilance.

...

Yu Changsheng was easy to find.

She lived in a hut by the river.

On one hand, it was because she was accustomed to residing on the mountain and favored quiet surroundings.

On the other hand, of course, it was because Zhou Ping’an had entrusted her to pay close attention to the Water Demon’s movements in the river, occasionally flying over to check if the Old Crocodile had shown itself.

Only she could do such a task; others were incapable.

The Old Crocodile concealed himself, filled with hatred, quietly healing his wounds, gathering strength.

No one knew where he was hiding.

If it were any other commander guarding the area, even a direct sighting would be pointless. It would entail neither delay nor waiting for Zhou Ping’an to arrive.

But with Yu Changsheng guarding by the river,

She could quickly rush over wherever a problem arose,

Preventing the occurrence of a major casualty event.

’Eh, what is Uncle Master Yu practicing?’

Arriving at the same place where he had killed the big fish, Zhou Ping’an saw a white figure flying back and forth, occasionally with Sword Wings slashing down, creating a sharp sound as if splitting the sky.

The Sword light was relentless, thousands upon thousands of swords coalescing into one, and when it struck down, it carried an even heavier and more magnificent intent.

The river surface shimmered, a long, deep crack appearing on it.

Ripples gently spread out.

The sword mark paused momentarily, then disappeared again.

"No, still no, how on earth did he comprehend it? We used the same drawing, so why could he understand that sort of Sword Technique? Where did it go wrong..."

Yu Changsheng’s Sword Wings retracted as she slowly landed on a boulder by the river, silently gazing at the two long swords in her hands with a tinge of disappointment between her brows and eyes.

’So she’s been secretly practicing my ’Sea-Splitting Sword’.’

Zhou Ping’an was surprised.

He found that Yu Changsheng wasn’t entirely without understanding; in fact, her swordsmanship had already touched upon the mysteries of parting waters. However, it was still far from leaving a mark in the void.

Nevertheless, the power of her sword when she struck seemed to have increased a lot.

That was progress.

’When we sparred that day, she didn’t say a word and didn’t show envy for that sword move. Deep down, she was probably envious enough to drool.’

Thinking of Yu Changsheng desperately pretending not to care while secretly trying to learn her nephew’s technique, Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but chuckle.

"That’s not how you use that sword move."

Zhou Ping’an turned into a wisp of vapor, like a light cloud, floating to Yu Changsheng’s ear and suddenly spoke.

"Who!"

Boom...

Sword light emanated from around Yu Changsheng, forming layers of sword mountains that slashed in all directions.

She had thoroughly checked her surroundings; there were no signs of anyone nearby, and she had tightly locked her Mental Induction within a several-dozen-zhang radius around her. She would have detected even a mosquito flying by.

Yet someone had come close enough to speak beside her ear without her noticing.

It made her hairs stand on end.

The swords had barely begun to wheel around when she remembered whose voice it was.

But the sword momentum was already unleashed and could not be retracted.

She internally exclaimed in alarm.

The Sword Qi slashed wildly, the rocks on the surrounding slopes shattered into dust.

Yu Changsheng hurriedly retracted her swords and spun her body around, her eyes shining brightly, yet still seeing no sign of anything unusual.

Even with Mental Induction, she detected no enemies,

Nor did she see any sign of Zhou Ping’an.

There was no trace of his presence.

"Could it be that I’m thinking too much during the day, dreaming at night, and just hallucinated?"

Even Yu Changsheng was starting to doubt her own ears.

Zhou Ping’an finally understood the confidence that Su Pengju had in his heart, and how unjustly he had died.

If it hadn’t been for Fang Sheng’s miraculous sword predicting his position and striking before he could act,

He might have been surrounded and killed without any chance to strike back at his attacker.

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