Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 569 - 471 Peeking into Secrets + - 472 A Mistake in One Move_3

Chapter 569: Chapter 471 Peeking into Secrets + Chapter 472 A Mistake in One Move_3

At that moment, seeing the chance to demonstrate their skills, they both stood with palms as blades, their Gang Qi subtly consolidating as they drew thousands of thread-like sword shadows around themselves.

Both parties practiced the same Sword Technique, their skills approaching Completion.

One creating waves.

One riding the surges.

The air around them ebbed and flowed like ocean tides, forming ripples that whirled outward, and the breeze that followed was as relentless as waves crashing against the shore, creating a constant roar.

As they moved,

Their figures flitted and danced with a poetic grace, like a pair of birds gliding side by side.

The two maids standing under the garden’s archway blushed and hurriedly covered their eyes, sneakily stepping aside.

It wasn’t that they couldn’t stand the sight of affection.

Instead, the rules etched into their souls by their Nanny’s cane upon entering the Lin Residence were all too clear.

That was when the Masters were dueling, conversing, or engaging in various private acts; it was best to become deaf, blind, and mute, seeing nothing and hearing nothing.

The two overly dramatic maids covered their eyes and ears, and even turned their backs for good measure, only relaxing once they had scurried to safety.

In the courtyard of Heart Inquiry Hall, the two sparred with ten moves, displaying the subtleties of the Canghai Sword Codex.

Lin Huaiyu grew more excited as they dueled, unable to resist goading her opponent.

"Brother Zhou, if you have any new moves, use them quickly; otherwise, it’ll be too embarrassing if you let little sister overpower you."

Alright then.

Once rid of her inner demons, this girl had become quite lively.

Such words, she would never have uttered in the past.

But now, taunting him with her soft, crisp voice, she managed not to rouse Zhou Ping’an’s anger but instead incited a sense of agitation within him.

Time to get serious.

Defeat you I must, or you’ll end up taking me for a ride.

It appears the Third Miss still needs a lesson or two to understand the consequences of turning the Heavenly Prowess upside down.

Zhou Ping’an’s mind stirred.

And then he saw Lin Huaiyu’s blade, pure as snow, multiply into three shadows, slicing towards him in an instant.

At the same moment, her pale-green sleeve transformed from soft as spring water into a streak of Sword Energy, silently striking, though released later, it arrived first.

"An excellent move, Traceless Like Spring Water."

Zhou Ping’an praised in his heart, feeling how that Sleeve Knife strikingly vanished, blending into the spring breeze and becoming invisible.

’Watch me break your ultimate move.’

His eyes flickered with a deep light as he spotted red, white, and yellow dots everywhere.

His gaze locked onto the "Sleeve Knife" swirling with the wind.

The strongest—or perhaps, the weakest—part of the sleeve, that dot of yellow light.

He blocked the three slashes and lightly tapped his chest, three inches in front of him.

"Pop..."

A soft sound.

The orange-yellow light he saw suddenly scattered.

Zhou Ping’an felt a surge of satisfaction, his wrist flicking like a willow about to launch a counterattack, but suddenly, he stopped in his tracks, his feet anchoring to the spot.

He saw the Gang Qi from Lin Huaiyu’s cut sleeve suddenly dissipate. The silk sleeve turned into fluttering butterflies, revealing bare, pale arms.

But that wasn’t all.

Following a thread of Sword Energy,

The robe Lin Huaiyu wore utterly collapsed, falling to the ground and revealing a red undergarment and vast expanses of snow-white skin...

"Brother Zhou you..."

Lin Huaiyu cried out, her movements swift as lightning, hurriedly bending her lovely body to grab a large piece of pale-green cloth and wrap it around her chest. With one step, she turned into a fleeting shadow, swooping out of the garden, over the low wall, and disappeared from sight.

"Uh..."

Zhou Ping’an’s hand paused in mid-air, his mouth opened, but he didn’t manage to shout out a single word.

The Peering into the Void Realm’s "Entering Minutiae" stage, this was just too strong.

I just wanted to disperse the energy of her Sleeve Knife.

Now look what’s happened.

I’ve torn her entire outfit.

Thinking of Lin Huaiyu fleeing in panic and the startling expanse of white he had seen, Zhou Ping’an had no idea what kind of expression to wear for a moment.

The good news was, this method of attack was really useful and mystical.

The downside, however, was that the label of "frivolous" was now stuck to him and he couldn’t shake it off, especially in front of the Third Miss—his image had completely collapsed in her eyes, and he wondered if she thought he didn’t respect her.

What a misunderstanding.

From the doorway came a light, "teehee" of laughter.

Turning his head, he saw Snow Girl covering her mouth, her face flushed, her body trembling like she was having a fit.

Clearly, she had seen everything that happened.

Snow Girl was no ordinary person.

She had been by Lin Huaiyu’s side since she was little, treated almost like a sister.

This time, leading the army to conquer Guangyun and engage in battle, she wasn’t much help.

But in handling miscellaneous matters, and especially in serving Lin Huaiyu, she was well-practiced.

From the tray in her hands, holding two bowls of fragrant soup, it was clear what she was here for.

"If you keep shaking like that, you might spill the soup."

Zhou Ping’an walked up irritably, took the two bowls of soup, turned and placed them on the stone table, his face slightly bitter.

Now, having accidentally stripped someone’s clothes, would Little Yu’er be overwhelmed by the sheer conservatism of ancient society in broad daylight?

Should he try to console her?

Just as he was thinking this, Snow Girl tiptoed closer and whispered with a giggle, "Young Master, don’t worry. Not only is the young mistress not upset, she’s actually secretly pleased."

What an interesting thing to say.

Zhou Ping’an turned his head in surprise,

only to see Snow Girl winking and making faces, obviously encouraging him to be bolder and more aggressive.

Your name must be Hong Niang, not Snow Girl.

Zhou Ping’an gave a wry smile.

Then, Lin Huaiyu appeared at the doorway, now wearing a light yellow robe.

"Ahem!"

Lin Huaiyu still had a blush on her face, but she tried to maintain a stern expression and said solemnly, "Snow Girl, do you know that Brother Zhou is very particular about his living environment and is not very comfortable in unfamiliar places. Why don’t you warm his bed tonight, give him a nice footbath, and let him have a good night’s sleep?"

"Miss, I, that..."

Snow Girl covered her face, let out a whimper, and fled in embarrassment without another word.

Lin Huaiyu evened the score, her face brimming with a triumphant smile.

Realizing that smiling so might seem unsteady, she quickly blinked her eyes, took a deep breath, and looked at Zhou Ping’an.

She said softly, "That sword strike just now was truly exquisite. Is it a new Sword Technique you’ve developed, Brother Zhou?"

Lin Huaiyu’s virtue lies in this: she never plays coy, and interacting with her is refreshing like a breath of spring air.

Even if wronged, she would only check if the problem lay with herself.

Regarding Zhou Ping’an’s mishap with the sword strike, Snow Girl actually had it right.

She wasn’t the slightest bit troubled, and while there was a touch of embarrassment, most of what she felt was happiness.

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