Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 526 - 449 Pursuing the Fleeing to the North + - 450 The Real Culprit Behind the Scenes_2

Chapter 526: Chapter 449 Pursuing the Fleeing to the North + Chapter 450 The Real Culprit Behind the Scenes_2

Once Divine Will was exhausted and Primordial Essence depleted, one had to stop and recuperate.

That pitch-black night, Zhang Taiyan never anticipated that he would end up in a situation of defeat and flight.

Therefore, he definitely wouldn’t have prepared an escape route in advance.

Impulsively, he thought of escaping to the sect’s gate, but relying on his injured body, it was absolutely impossible to reach it in one stretch.

Zhou Ping’an knew too well the formidable power of his Gathering Qi Strike, One Slash to Part the Sea.

Besides severing the opponent’s Physical Body Refinement, the most terrifying aspect of his strike was that it could cut both tangible and intangible matters, snipping off a large part of Zhang Taiyan’s mental consciousness.

This was damage to both Divine Will and the body, a double injury.

With his combat power greatly reduced, where could he possibly escape to?

However, the high-up rainbow glow in the sky, accompanied by fluctuations of Divine Will, was not something he could ignore.

This place was already within Zhao Mountain Prefecture, not too far from the Cloud Water Mountain Range.

Should anyone come to investigate, it would indeed be a troublesome matter.

Zhou Ping’an’s thoughts raced, and although he wasn’t accustomed to using the Blood Transformation Sword, there was no time for reservations now.

He swung the sword swiftly, sending a blade Qi swirling into Zhang Taiyan’s soaring head, watching his head split into two, and then dissolve into bloodstains that gradually melted away.

He put away the Blood Blade, storing it in his space.

After some thought, he picked up a branch to pry open Zhang Taiyan’s tattered robe, lifting a small package, and then grabbed the long blade, still smooth and lustrous as jade, knowing it was a valuable item, he stored everything at once into his space.

Zhou Ping’an looked up at the sky, his spiritual power sweeping across two hundred yards in every direction.

He struck his palm against the ground,g creating a deep pit, then waved his hand generating a strong wind to sweep tiny blood droplets and Zhang Taiyan’s bone remnants into the pit before filling it up with soil.

Having made the scene inconspicuous, Zhou Ping’an turned and leapt up, blending into the clouds, and fled swiftly.

The job done, he vanished without leaving any trace behind.

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It was just about thirty breaths later.

With the river breeze, the humidity increased over the hillside, dampening a patch of wild grass.

The night grew denser.

At the foot of the hillside, from a dry tree, a white-haired head suddenly popped out of the ground.

That head had white hair, eyebrows, and a white beard, still damp.

He tilted his head to drink from a gourd, exhaled a long breath of white steam, capped it with its curved handle, and then, still shaken, patted his chest.

"Such a fierce lad, haha, indeed, he has some of my ways—thorough and leaves no future troubles, indeed a promising sprout."

The old man, dressed in a grimy and grey-washed Taoist robe, seemed unperturbed, just swayed his body, disappearing from the spot, reappearing at the site where Zhou Ping’an had earlier dug.

In the moonlight, his shadow revealed his short stature, a full two heads shorter than an average person and notably skinny.

Yet, he didn’t seem self-conscious about his height or build, instead, he strutted about, hands behind his back, looking left and right, and muttered, "The pit is well dug, but the burying isn’t quite up to the mark, the grass hasn’t been planted, a bit crude in execution..."

"However, these are just minor details, those two strikes were truly exquisite, even more fierce and vigorous than when I do it myself. It seems my lineage will indeed continue."

The white-haired old man chuckled for a while, then sobered up, eyebrows slightly lifting, a look of satisfaction flashing in his eyes: "Just entering Inner Residence of the Heavenly Cave, and looking down on everything, even daring to hurt my beloved disciple, Taiyan, Taiyan, you didn’t die undeservedly...

I suppose you’d want your sect to find the murderer and avenge you, but let that thought go."

The old man chuckled sinisterly.

Fumbling in his chest, he rummaged around, pulling out a bright, plump Round Pearl, chanting incantations with a solemn expression, and presented the white pearl.

"Break..."

With a "buzz", the white pearl burst into bright light, covering ten yards, and faint chanting sounded.

Countless black and blood Qi soared to the sky, turning into thick golden light and dissipating.

Meanwhile, amidst the chanting, sutras flickered, and from within the soil, tiny lights gathered, forming a translucent shadow.

The figure, clearly resembling Zhang Taiyan, appeared desperate under the moonlight, filled with Resentment Qi, swept by the sutras, twinkling faintly within the golden light, and dissolving as wisps of smoke into the void without a trace.

At the same time, the Round Pearl shattered with a "snap," scattering into white ash across the grass and soil, leaving hardly any trace.

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Chapter 450: The True Culprit Behind the Scenes

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After completing this, the short old man with white hair and beard chuckled lightly, twisted his body, and sunk into the ground, disappearing from view.

Just as his figure vanished.

A fierce wind swept across the sky.

A giant black bird, its wingspan covering half a mountain and river, appeared mid-air.

A black light flashed.

On the hillside, a middle-aged Taoist in black robes, with a face as sharp as cut from a knife, appeared.

The Taoist had a sword on his back, his aura cold and severe.

He just frowned and scanned his surroundings, focusing on the spot where the body had been buried.

Before he could make his next move.

Another streak of cloud light flashed across from afar.

Drizzly rain began to fall, and on the hillside, there stood another man with five strands of long beard, a noble and scholar-like face, but his expression was not too pleasant, his narrowed eyes concealing deep anger.