Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 801 - 621: Hong Lian Demon Shadow + - 622: Karma-Cutting Blade

Chapter 801: Chapter 621: Hong Lian Demon Shadow + Chapter 622: Karma-Cutting Blade

"Might as well eliminate the hidden dangers within the city first, and then consider the matter of the Heavenly Origin Nine Orifices."

Although he was already quite eager to open another Body Orifice, Zhou Ping’an restrained himself for the time being.

To his surprise, there were still two factions lurking in the city—something he hadn’t foreseen.

It could only be said that the enemy had hidden themselves too well, even managing to evade detection during the recent sweeps and inspections.

"The Three Bridge Ancestor Master Association, known for practicing medicine and distributing remedies while winning hearts—could it be an undercover unit of the Red Lotus Army?"

Yu Changsheng, though fully devoted to martial arts and unaccustomed to overthinking matters, was not as simple-minded as one might assume.

Her intuition—remarkably sharp—had immediately zeroed in on the faction’s origins.

"That’s probably it. No wonder they couldn’t be uncovered. If such groups genuinely intend to conceal themselves, the Red Lotus Army, as seasoned insurgents, could do so flawlessly. Especially in matters concerning Fantian Temple, they would actively fuel the chaos without causing overt trouble."

Zhou Ping’an chuckled softly.

Yet, he managed to discern another reason behind their inactivity.

Undoubtedly, it was because his army and experts were stationed within the city, forcing them into a state of silence and hiding.

But once the army departed, who could say what they might do?

Truthfully, even Senior Sister Zhan Shanhe might not be able to handle them.

Even if Supreme Elder Su Youxian stayed to defend the city, the situation would remain the same.

"Let’s go—first to the south of the city."

Zhou Ping’an led the way out of the County Government, followed by two hundred trusted aides.

This time, he didn’t go alone. After clearing out the hidden threats, someone would need to handle the aftermath—for instance, identifying members of the seemingly reputable Three Bridge Ancestor Master Association. They would determine whether these people had fully aligned with the Red Lotus Sect or whether they could be persuaded to surrender.

If not, throwing them en masse into the city’s roadwork project wouldn’t be out of the question.

Yu Changsheng, whose hands were itching for action, brightened with excitement upon hearing Zhou Ping’an intended to confront the Red Lotus Sect. Her face was flushed with eagerness.

Since breaking through to True Martial, she had wielded the Dragon Slayer Blade yet found no dragons to slay, nor had she battled any formidable foes.

She still couldn’t ascertain how strong she had become.

At Puji Temple, during her confrontation with Monk Xuanming, she hadn’t even had the chance to intervene—and Zhou Ping’an had emerged victorious without her fully understanding how.

Now, with enemies surfacing again, she gleefully spurred her horse to take the lead.

"Could it be that something’s amiss in the western part of the city as well?"

Noticing Zhou Ping’an occasionally glancing westward, Yu Changsheng’s sharp instincts alerted her to the possibility of multiple threats.

"Oh? You noticed? Uncle, what kind of force shows a golden hue—no, more like orange—and carries a deep, corrupted aura? Even from a distance, I can smell something akin to rotting fish stench..."

"Really? I don’t smell anything."

Yu Changsheng wrinkled her delicate nose, puzzled. "Corrupted orange—could it be the Underworld? Nothing in this world is filthier than the legendary and terrifying river of myths."

"Are you suggesting the Path to Underworld of the Reincarnation Sect might be involved? Could that be true?"

This was no trivial matter.

Yu Changsheng distinctly recalled Zhou Ping’an hadn’t gone wandering; he had been cloistered in a Quiet Room for cultivation.

Yet upon emerging, he had seemingly foreseen the Red Lotus Sect followers in the southern city—and now perceived the demon pathways associated with the Reincarnation Sect. Was his divine perception truly this uncanny?

"True or not, we’ll find out soon enough."

Zhou Ping’an shook his head with a smile, glancing toward a nearby tavern. "Supreme Elder, care to join us?"

From the street corner, a beggar slouched amidst filth, head bowed over a broken bowl. Hearing Zhou’s call, he startled and raised his head.

The disheveled figure’s face lit up in surprise. "Ping’an, your eyes are practically supernatural! This old Daoist swears I didn’t reveal the slightest flaw, yet here you are, seeing through me entirely."

"Master, you’re pretending to be a beggar again. Please don’t come near me; you stink!"

Yu Changsheng’s eyes widened as Su Youxian approached, and she hastily covered her nose and mouth.

She knew her master’s talent for disguising himself as a beggar to the point of perfection—not only smudging his body with grease and grime but harboring no fewer than twenty lice in his matted hair if he were being "serious."

Imagine, then, the pungent stench he carried.

"I’m experiencing life! Experiencing life..."

Su Youxian scratched his hair awkwardly under his disciple’s disdainful gaze, unleashing snowflake-like specks cascading down.

The sight made Zhou Ping’an twitch slightly.

This wasn’t merely "experiencing life"—it was fully immersing in it.

"Forget it. Supreme Elder, you might as well persist in gathering intelligence instead of joining us."

"Join, why wouldn’t I? How could this old Daoist miss a fight? Besides, protecting Miss Zhan in managing this city in the future requires me to understand who’s been hiding in plain sight here without my detection."

Su Youxian evidently grasped the significance.

This large-scale operation surely indicated the presence of formidable enemies.

Otherwise, Zhou Ping’an would never have personally mobilized.

...

"You had the chance to escape, yet you stayed. I wonder where you found the confidence to linger in the city."

Zhou Ping’an gazed curiously at the refined elderly man, dressed neatly in a long robe, seated calmly in the medical hall.

The townsfolk, who had been queued in an orderly fashion, now scattered like startled rabbits, scrambling away in terror.

In stark contrast, those inside Chang Chun Medical Hall—whether healing physicians or medicinal clerks—remained composed, showing not a shred of panic.