Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 550 - 461 Sky Splitter Overturning Sea + - 462 Dream Traveling Immortal Pillow_2

Chapter 550: Chapter 461 Sky Splitter Overturning Sea + Chapter 462 Dream Traveling Immortal Pillow_2

Zuo Chengdong also shook his head and sighed.

He began to advise.

Zhou Ping’an was astounded, "Is Master Fang suggesting to abandon Guangyun County, leave the Blood Fiend to torment the people, and bring disaster to the area, asking us to head for Yunzhou?"

As soon as he said these words, Zhou Ping’an immediately realized that the other party was indeed acting as a persuader after all.

It was certainly better than giving orders under the guise of a master, much stronger than Zhang Taiyan.

However, these two masters plainly saw that he had the upper hand, so their continued pessimism was indeed worth considering.

"Thank you both for your kind intentions, but Guangyun cannot be abandoned..."

Zhou Ping’an looked up at the elite soldiers rushing around to suppress the resistance and thought about the surrounding ten counties, now a battleground, with armies clearing the blood disaster.

Moreover, now firmly established in the three counties of Liyou, with a million citizens regarding him as their backbone.

How could he possibly leave?

Was he to abandon the territory he had fought hard for?

Could these people still survive?

Gathering momentum, accumulating heavenly favors, accelerating his cultivation, and planning to break through True Martial, could all be destroyed overnight.

How would he progress then?

"You are unaware, sigh... If we could secure Guangyun County, of course, that would be better, but Ping’an, have you noticed why Cui Guangling of Guangyun acts so recklessly, causing outrage and alienation among the people, yet nobody seems to care?"

Zhou Ping’an bowed his head, quietly exhaling deeply, "I understand, what the two masters want to say is that Guangyun County has already become a feast for others, someone has laid groundwork early on, just waiting to reap the benefits."

He lifted his head, smiling broadly, "But no matter who it is, having created such a situation and started this precedent, it won’t be up to them to have the final say. I shall definitely break the Governor’s Mansion, and the Blood God shall surely be slain. If the two masters could lend a helping hand to their disciple, I would be most grateful. But if you advise me again to give up on Guangyun, there’s no need."

Zhou Ping’an shook his head, "Yunzhou has its pros, and perhaps Senior Brother Zhang over there might plot against the Pei Family, joining forces with the court’s troops to eradicate the Red Lotus Bandits, but that’s his achievement, unrelated to me. Only here do I think, let’s give it another try!"

"You young one, why are you so stubborn?" Fang Chengdong’s eyebrows twitched, his beard slightly quivered, and his expression darkened, "To be frank with you, now in Jiangzhou, the Brahma Heaven Sect and Reincarnation Sect are fighting incessantly...

Moreover, with the Red Lotus Sect causing trouble everywhere, fighting in a tangled mess, our Cloud Water Sect getting involved might not reap any benefits.

Since Guangyun County has already lost the initiative, being eyed by others, snatching it from the jaws of the tiger is extremely perilous. It’s a pity to see Sect disciples sacrificed here."

"If that’s the case, then there’s no need to send more Sect disciples. Let everyone volunteer, leaving their fate to their own Heavenly Destiny. Mr. Zhou and my sister have established a base here. With a dagger in hand and a horse under saddle, we fear no one..."

Zhou Ping’an was unpersuaded.

No matter what they said.

To give up this prefecture with thirteen counties, nearly Four Million Yuan, such a great foundation, to go to Yunzhou to cheer for others, was unthinkable.

As for the conflicts among Brahma Heaven Sect, Reincarnation Sect, and the Red Lotus Sect.

Let them fight.

Just see who has the last laugh.

"You..."

Fang Chengdong, deeply concerned, was about to persuade further when he heard Gu Mingxiao gently cough and immediately stopped talking.

His expression fluctuated, barely squeezing out a smile.

"Since Ping’an is already cautious, I won’t say much more. Just a reminder, the Blood Scripture comes from an indescribable place, extremely sinister. Those who cultivate it will inevitably suffer backlash, becoming mentally deranged.

Cui Guangling has managed to maintain his clarity, there must be deeper secrets, don’t be deceived by his facade."

"Thank you both for the warning, I understand," Zhou Ping’an earnestly thanked them.

No matter what they said, they still had his best interests at heart.

Although there were somewhat ulterior motives, in this world, who didn’t have them?

To have persuaded to this extent was already showing extreme benevolence.

Especially since he had killed descendants of Fang Chengdong’s family, a grave mistake...

"Well then, since it’s unfeasible, it’s better to disengage. There’s no good getting deeply mired... Huangze has urgent matters, and the request for help has reached the Sect. We must immediately seek reinforcements, no time to delay. This is farewell."

Fang Chengdong and Gu Mingxiao sighed resignedly, giving Zhou Ping’an one last look, they transformed into shadows, shooting into the sky, whistling away without staying any longer.

"Farewell, Masters."

Zhou Ping’an looked up, performing a ritual salute.

His eyes slightly narrowed.

Listening to the tone of these two, there seemed not only secrets but significant ones around Cui Guangling.

What kind of trump card was he hiding?

To avoid prolonging issues, there was no time to delay...

He needed to find a way to quickly slay the Blood God, break this formation, and execute Cui Guangling on the spot, securing Guangyun County.

Otherwise, it could indeed lead to multiple complications, resulting in failure at a critical moment, which would be problematic.

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Chapter 462 Dream Traveling Immortal Pillow

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Regarding the peculiarities of the Blood Scripture.

Zhou Ping’an had experienced it several times before, and by now, he fairly understood the situation.

The cultivated Blood Spirit Child, existing between reality and illusion, could be said to be real or fake; when attacked, it was like the cloud at the horizon, gathering or dispersing at will.

When ethereal, it was like air; you could scatter it, slice through it, but you couldn’t fundamentally destroy it.

If it were just like air and clouds, one could still set it afire to destroy it.