Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 768 - 597: Luring + - 598: The Bizarre County City_3

Chapter 768: Chapter 597: Luring + Chapter 598: The Bizarre County City_3

His palm trembled slightly as he removed the stopper; three jade-colored pills, their brilliance sharp as a sword, came into sight.

He took another sniff and felt his spirit accelerate, his mind becoming exceptionally clear.

Between heaven and earth, the veil that blocked his perception of the qi seemed to be lifted by a gust of wind...

"This is, the Sky-reaching Extreme Intent Pill."

Wu Changsong’s eyes were bloodshot, and at some point, his voice had turned raspy with effort to maintain composure.

With these three top-grade Ultimate Intent Pills, relying on his own foundation of Martial Will, he was almost certain to cross the threshold of Heaven-Man Sensitivity, refine the Divine Martial Intent, and become a Grandmaster.

Just by a twist of fate, if he could acquire an Aperture Opening Pill, he could step into the True Martial Realm and enjoy a lifespan of five hundred years.

And with the Spirit Tide returning, getting an Aperture Opening Pill isn’t exceedingly difficult.

With the strength of a Grandmaster, there would be plenty of opportunities.

What he held in his hand wasn’t just three elixirs, but at least three hundred and fifty years of life, as well as formidable power.

"Indeed, these are Sky-reaching Extreme Intent Pills. My dear nephew, I have been extremely lucky recently, and by a fortunate coincidence, I’ve gathered some precious medicinal herbs and crafted some pills.

They aren’t exceptionally precious, but if they can help my senior uncle and senior sister, then it’s good."

Zhou Ping’an smiled carelessly, as if what he was giving wasn’t a hard-to-come-by top-grade Treasure Pill, but rather the common Qi Blood Pills found on the market.

Su Lianxue watched the vivid expressions on Wu Changsong and his disciple’s faces, barely holding back her smile, and said softly, "Senior brother, why be so courteous? We’re all family here. We’re so tired of these elixirs that we feel like throwing them up; they’re not that useful to us. Just take them, look at the child, so anxious."

Gan Xiaolu was holding the semi-transparent Jade Vial tightly beside her, as if afraid someone might snatch it away, her damp eyes earnestly pleading towards her own master.

Fearing that her master might act politely and have her return the pills.

Where else could one find pills that could save twenty years of hard cultivation?

"Well then, the old Daoist will accept it with thick skin."

Wu Changsong’s face turned red and then pale, the words of refusal churned in his throat, but he couldn’t utter a single one.

It’s not that he had thick skin.

It was really that, this gift from his nephew was simply too generous.

"Not ashamed to say, I’ve been stuck in the Late Stage of Martial Will for over ten years, without an inch of progress.

With these pills, I can surely make further progress.

If the brothers in the sect learned of my good fortune, they’d probably turn green with envy."

He pondered and added, "To speak from the heart, although we dare not defy the ancestors’ will, with a sect as large as ours, not everyone may share the same aspiration.

If the ancestors do not care for us, one cannot blame us for seeking our own path...

Calamity looms; if we do not advance, we retreat! I believe those brothers will come around and consider what is worthwhile."

Zhou Ping’an listened to this and his smile grew even warmer.

After all, Wu Changsong was an Elder of the sect, senior to him, and even with the intention of seeking allegiance, he had to consider his dignity.

His heart was truly willing, desiring to come over.

But thinking of his lack of accomplishments and the past estrangements, he thought of drawing people to the Ping’an Army.

His meaning was quite clear in his words.

Once he went back and shared how the True Martial Realm was achieved on this side, boasted about the benefits he received, the improvement in his realm.

It was almost certain.

The rest of the Cloud Water Sect’s members from various peaks would all be tempted.

A sovereign treats me with the respect of a National Scholar, and I shall repay him in kind.

If the sect’s ancestors do not care about the life and death of the Outer Peak disciples, then they can’t complain about their own people flying far and pursuing their paths.

...

The celebration banquet for the promotion was a complete success, and both the host and guests enjoyed themselves.

The next day, after bidding farewell to the bright-eyed and spirited Wu Changsong and his disciple, Zhou Ping’an called over Qin Hao.

"Speak up, what exactly is the situation in Chitong County? You easily entered the city, why then did you retreat once again?"

Qin Hao led the troops to attack Chitong, and as expected, they encountered little resistance.

Indeed, they "captured" the city.

However, according to him, entering the city was worse than not entering at all.

When Zhou Ping’an heard the news at the banquet, he had some speculations, suspecting that this must be the contingency plan left behind by Monk Xuanming that day.

Things cannot be rushed.

While ordering some Azure Scale Cavalry to investigate thoroughly, he asked Qin Hao again for details about leading the troops, to see if he could find specific reasons.

"That’s how it is. Now, Chitong County City has gathered a total of five hundred thousand civilians and soldiers, nearly half of them are refugees from various counties and rural areas who have fled into the county city."

These people don’t pose much of a threat; however, the number of cultivators among them has inevitably increased."

In this world, where the martial spirit is intense, once the population increases, let alone masters, the number of those who have undergone cultivation will certainly rise.

Before the refugees moved in, Qingyang City only had a population of two hundred thousand, but even then, there were various martial arts schools, wealthy and powerful families, and a few gangs...

Not to mention the official government forces of Qingyang City.

People engaged in martial arts were as common as hairs on an ox.

If even a remote county city like Qingyang was such, you can imagine how many martial practitioners would be in a prosperous big city like Chitong County.

Even if it’s not a hundred thousand, there are at least seventy to eighty thousand of them.

"But can’t these cultivators who caused the chaos be suppressed by the city’s military forces?"

"It’s not that. Those people were acting very strangely; they didn’t resist, it’s just that... their gazes were very peculiar.

Even the beggars on the streets, when they saw our Ping’an Army entering the city, looked at us as if we were their enemies..."

The entire city’s population seems to have gone mad, completely oblivious to the situation.

They would follow orders when told to do something in person... but when night fell and no one was paying attention, the soldiers entering the city would face crazed attacks."

Qin Hao furrowed his brows deeply.

"They seem not to fear death; even after being captured and executed, they still die smiling, uttering nonsensical things like ’being one step ahead into Spirit Mountain, this time I’ve made a profit, and can be reborn into a wealthy family,’ it’s incomprehensible."

"How many casualties?" Zhou Ping’an’s expression turned stern.

"Not too many, seventy-three dead and over a hundred injured," Qin Hao said with shame.

He had led troops in battles without this many casualties.

Merely entering a city and due to a moment of carelessness, there were so many losses that he didn’t dare to stay within Chitong County City and ignominiously retreated.

"Originally, I intended to clean up some people, to detain all the martial artists, but those people simply weren’t afraid, and after hundreds of deaths, they still looked at us with hatred..."

"So, you withdrew from the city?" Zhou Ping’an seemed to understand what was happening inside Chitong County City.

He had long heard that Brahma Temple had all kinds of unique methods to disseminate across the world.

They claim to ferry all sentient beings.

To bewilder one’s mind.

But he had never heard of such an exaggerated situation.

"Besides this, anything else strange happens in Chitong County City? I mean, something inconceivable?"

At this thought, a subtle warning emerged in Zhou Ping’an’s heart, and he suddenly felt an unexpected sense of danger, knowing that this matter was no small thing.

"Indeed, besides the abnormal behavior of the civilians, an undercover agent who infiltrated Chitong early mentioned that the thirty-meter-tall Golden Buddha Statue in Puji Temple within the city has disappeared. This shouldn’t have much to do with the city folks, right?"

"How can it not be related?"

Zhou Ping’an shook his head.

He immediately gave an order.

"Gather the troops and head to Chitong. I want to see what other tricks Monk Xuanming, left with only Shariputra, can pull off."

Such tactics are sinister and duplicitous, targeting the opponent’s critical points.

Zhou Ping’an refuses to believe that these were not Monk Xuanming’s doing.

The opponent’s purpose is, in fact, clear for all to see.

You claim to "love the people like your children," don’t you?

If you have the ability, then go ahead and kill all five hundred thousand people of Chitong.

If not, then endlessly entangle with those five hundred thousand people, mired in the quagmire and unable to move southward.

Of course, you can also choose to ignore it...

But the trend of the world hinges on success or failure.

If thwarted in Chitong and compelled to retreat, that soaring ambition of attacking cities and winning battles will be crushed at once.

The rise and fall of Qi Fortune will bring about changes.

Who knows what kind of dire defeats might follow.

Therefore, no matter how you see it, this succulent piece of Chitong County City meat must be swallowed.

Even if it gets stuck in the throat, it cannot be missed.

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