Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 759 - 591 Storming the Camp + - 592 No Great Future

Chapter 759: Chapter 591 Storming the Camp + Chapter 592 No Great Future

"Having occupied the territories of three counties and on the verge of securing a fourth, who would have thought that the half-initiate disciple I met that day, who seemed neither scholarly nor martial and was utterly ordinary, would establish such a vast foundation."

Truly, one cannot judge a book by its cover, nor can the ocean’s depth be fathomed. Alas, alas..."

Wu Changsong rode on horseback, lightly stroking his beard, and with a flick of his sleeve, shook off the dust from days of travel. He heaved a long sigh, his face a picture of wistfulness, though it was unclear whether he envied or truly mourned the situation.

"Master, this I do not understand. Clearly, Senior Brother Zhou has conquered such a large territory. His Qi Fortune must be as vast as the ocean, surely as endless as the Chang River flowing ceaselessly.

In such a case, the speed of his cultivation’s advancement leaves us in the dust... Why do you still not regard him favorably?"

Gan Xiaolu wore a perplexed expression.

She did not possess her master’s advanced cultivation or his robust physique. At the moment, she was practically sprawled over the horse’s back, with her ample, round chest pressing against the uniform of the Cloud Water Sect, distorting its shape.

Glancing at his disciple’s naive, innocent face, Wu Changsong’s eyebrow twitched, wanting to say something but finding it somewhat inappropriate.

The disciple had fine talent and insight, but due to her youthful appearance, even at eighteen years of age, she still looked a mere twelve or thirteen.

Her disposition was docile like soft dough, so the disciples of Diecang Peak treated her as they would their own little sister, indulging and spoiling her daily, thus fostering her naive character, unaware of the perils of Jianghu.

Wu Changsong, as an elder of Diecang Peak, had disciples, none too exceptional. Perhaps a few with decent wisdom and martial arts, but their natural talents were also quite limited.

Sometimes, he thought of pooling resources to properly cultivate this young disciple, but each time he saw her clueless demeanor, irritation would set in.

He thought, by nurturing her in this way, the moment she ventured into Jianghu, if she was deceived by others, it would be as if all his efforts were in vain without even making a splash.

This time, having received a confidential letter from the Sect Leader’s Uncle Master at Yun Tai, he found an excuse to rush from Yunzhou to Jiangzhou, heading to the frontline of the battle to have a secret meeting with Gu Qingqiu, Su Lianxue, and others, and he took this young disciple with him.

After all, he needed to let her see the world; he couldn’t continue to indulge her, or else she would become useless.

"To observe his rise was sudden, as will be his fall..."

Wu Changsong shook his head, annoyed: "What exactly have you been doing in Hushan City these days with your fellow disciples?

Didn’t you even hear that the Northern Army of a hundred thousand had already mobilized, and Yunzhou deployed fifty thousand troops to support the attack on Guangyun County?"

"I heard about it, but what does that have to do with anything, Master? My internal organs are about to reach completion, and in these days I will achieve it. In no more than three years, no, maybe just two years, if I’m lucky, within a year, I’ll be able to cultivate my first strand of Canghai True Qi. With such a focus, why would I have the leisure to care about such military affairs?"

Gan Xiaolu gazed at her master with wide, confused eyes, innocently wondering why he suddenly seemed somewhat angry.

"Alright, look more, talk less, and when you meet your Master Gu and Uncle Master Su, Uncle Master Yu and the others, remember to be polite. Don’t be inquisitive; a girl should be reserved. And also, don’t talk too much with the male disciples from Radiant Sun Peak and Emerald Peak..."

Speaking of this, Wu Changsong felt somewhat dispirited.

He thought that after so many years without marrying or having children, he had intended to live a carefree life.

And yet, having taken on some disciples, he inadvertently got a taste of what it’s like to raise a daughter.

The feeling was uniquely bittersweet,

Like a father whose worries never end.

"Be careful."

Just as he was about to speak, the swiftly advancing horses suddenly reared up as if startled—"hiii" they whinnied in alarm. Concurrently, the air burst with sound, and an arrow flew over sixty yards, striking like a bolt of lightning.

Shh...

The arrow exhausted its momentum and fell to the ground before the horse’s head, burying itself up to the fletching.

The sound of galloping hooves approached swiftly; a rider approached at great speed, his presence fierce and aggressive. In just a few breaths, he came within thirty yards, his sharp aura firmly locking onto the two riders.

"Who goes there, daring to spy on our military stronghold?"

Wu Changsong remained unfazed.

Gan Xiaolu, on the other hand, shook all over in fear, her pale face ghostly white.

Looking up, she saw a lone figure on horseback, bow drawn and arrow nocked, seemingly poised for a vicious fight the next moment.

’To think a mere youngster who has just entered the Gang Qi Realm and hasn’t even touched the edge of Martial Intent dares to aim an arrow at me?’

Even Wu Changsong, usually mild-mannered, couldn’t keep his temper from flaring.

He wondered how Zhou Ping’an managed his troops, that even the garments of Cloud Water Sect’s elders and disciples had not been properly explained to his subordinates?

To see an elder from Cloud Water Sect and to not greet him respectfully, but instead to be rude and aggressive—does this General have something wrong with his brain?

"Do not err; I am here to meet with your General on an important matter."

After all, he was an elder of one peak of Cloud Water Sect; wherever he went, usually people would show him due respect.

Who would have thought that upon arriving at his own Cloud Water Sect’s military camp, he would be interrogated? His face was losing too much honor.

With this in mind, Wu Changsong’s intent moved, and an immense martial intent, heavy as towering mountains, pressed forward.

The horseback rider rushing forward was a tall, broad-shouldered young commander with long arms and legs, a shiny black staff hanging obliquely from his saddle, emanating a fierce and commanding air.