Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 97 - 94: Divine Sight Strikes, Hit the Wrong Target by Mistake?

Chapter 97: Chapter 94: Divine Sight Strikes, Hit the Wrong Target by Mistake?

"What light-body skill is this?"

The Green Lady was truly astounded...

In her impression, all the "Guardian God-Generals" were essentially bulky, uncouth brutes.

Among the famous Divine Generals of the Red Lotus Sect across generations,

there were indeed fierce warriors who had cultivated their Lotus Body to the fifth layer.

Even some had reached the sixth layer, acclaimed as enemies of ten thousand on the battlefield.

But she had never heard of anyone capable of such formidable qinggong; just a moment ago, she could even feel a faint breath at the back of her neck.

Thinking that she had run her "Butterfly Dance" light body technique at full speed, only to have someone sticking so close behind her without her noticing, a chill rose in her heart.

After all, he was supposed to be an ally.

If it was an enemy, how perilous would that be?

Although she would normally sense the impending crisis and murderous intent,

and could perceive it in advance,

overall, it was a rather unpleasant thing, right...

What if her reaction was not quick enough, and she failed to defend herself?

"Ghostly Shadows Step, eh? After killing Deng Yuanhua, the Divine Healer Celestial Child from Baicao Hall, I acquired the stepping technique from Lishan Sect and tried cultivating it. I did gain some insights,"

This is what you call some insights?

Then what is my Butterfly Dance considered?

The Green Lady, who had always been calm and strategizing, nearly lost her composure.

"Not bad."

She suppressed her own palpitations and exclaimed in admiration.

Yet in her heart, she thought that this "Dharma Protector Deity General" was no ordinary Divine General but an individual of exceptional talent and creativity.

Acquiring an upper-class secret manual and being able to cultivate it to such a frightening level in just a few days was not too surprising.

After all, she had considered promoting him to the position of the Saint Heir.

If he lacked superior insight and talent in the martial arts, she assumed, it would be difficult to achieve such a feat.

So, some things, when viewed from a different perspective, wouldn’t feel vexing, but rather, they could bring joy.

After the Green Lady mentally prepared herself,

a shallow smile emerged on her face once again.

Yet, unbeknownst to her, her steps quickened, her body moving like a silent, fluttering butterfly in the dark night, advancing swiftly and silently.

She had not been entirely serious before.

She absolutely couldn’t let a "Dharma Protector Deity General" obliterate her in the area she excelled in.

Then, she discovered,

no matter how hard she tried, how much she accelerated, how sharply she turned,

that ghostly shadow seemed to stick to her like a shadow, lingering tirelessly.

Purely by an almost imperceptible spirit’s response, she could tell that Zhou Ping’an was still following closely behind and had not drifted away.

What kind of oddity was this?

And please, could you not stick so close to me?

I’m getting goosebumps all over.

Being summoned by some thought, the Green Lady’s skin trembled slightly, feeling uncomfortable all over.

She finally gave up her futile competitive spirit.

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"Logically, after last night’s assassination attempt, County Magistrate Tian Shouyi should be hiding inside the military camp today no matter what,"

Gazing at the extensively sprawling, brightly lit estate before them, the Green Lady stopped and said in a low voice, "According to our people’s reports, it is unclear whether this Country Warden is enraged or because of the military strategy to feign weakness, but he has not moved to hide. Nor did he keep two thousand of his elite soldiers close to guard himself; instead, he has sent out men everywhere to search."

"Either his injuries from last night are too severe for him to move,"

"Or, it’s all an act to appear vulnerable, feigning serious injuries to lure enemies back into a trap to be eradicated in one fell swoop. Brother Zhou, what do you think it is?"

This is why those born in the Demon Cult, always playing with conspiracies and schemes, end up overthinking and incessantly strategizing.

Zhou Ping’an thought there was some sense in Green Lady’s analysis,

but he understood better.

The opportunity to strike in partnership with this Red Lotus Celestial Maiden today was the best chance they had.

He didn’t hold out hope for the Green Lady’s combat strength.

Yet, simply her identity could conceal many things...

Killing a county magistrate could be a significant matter or a trivial one,

depending on who commits the act.

If local tyrants or influential families made the move, it would be as if they had kicked down a hornet’s nest—being declared wanted across the country, with family extermination and encirclement from all directions hardly out of the question.

If the Red Lotus Sect, specialists in rebellion, were the ones to act, then it would not be a problem.

That’s precisely why Zhou Ping’an got hold of a fine iron spear two cubits long.

Even if afterward everyone could guess he was involved, as long as there’s no proof, it would be enough.

Who doesn’t know that since Zhou Ping’an started out, what he studied was Sword Technique, what he practiced was also Sword Technique, and whenever facing a powerful enemy, it was all about Sword Technique.

To say the person with the spear was him, there had to be someone to believe it.

In the current situation, regardless of whether Tian Shouyi is bluffing or truly incapacitated by his wounds,

either way, they had to make their move.

To hold a cautious heart yet act with the bravery and progress of a warrior.

Sometimes, thinking too much can lead to missed opportunities.

With this thought, Zhou Ping’an nodded in agreement with Green Lady’s speculation, "From my point of view, it’s most likely a trap. Therefore, let’s sneak in directly, avoid alarming the Protector’s guards, find our main target, and kill him with all our might."

Hearing these words, the Green Lady couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

This plan wasn’t much of a plan at all.

It figured that the earlier sense she got—that he didn’t quite fit the mold of a "Dharma Protector Deity General"—was just a misconception.

At least, as a "Dharma Protector Deity General," he had learned to be bold and brash to a fault.

Of course, there were no better options now. Since last night, after several rounds of combing through the County Warden’s Mansion, the covert operatives had been weeded out, and she was unaware of the situation inside.

There was no choice but to sneak in and scout the situation.

"Do you go first, or should I?"

"I’ll do it."

The one who suggested it took action.

Zhou Ping’an still had that much professional integrity.

He was a bit embarrassed to let a delicate girl lead the way.

Whether in the modern world or this one, some outdated ideas still influenced him a little.

Once decided, he acted.

Zhou Ping’an’s figure slightly swayed on the spot, casting eight shadows around him.

Yet his true body had become invisible, ascending in one step, passing through the courtyard wall, and landing inside.

Using the shadows of the floral trees and galleries for cover.

At this moment, Zhou Ping’an truly became like a ghostly specter, seemingly incorporeal, evading the many patrolling soldiers...

At the same time, he exerted all his effort to run the Red Lotus Visualization Method, his mind extremely tranquil, recording every sight and sound around him in his mind.

Assimilating the various pieces of information, he unraveled the puzzle from the fragments of speech to find the most likely hiding place for Tian Shouyi.

"Found it."

Zhou Ping’an had only ignited three threads of heartfelt desires in his mind when he heard Little Jiu’er’s grumble before sleep, "Brother Ping’an and sister are off playing again, grown-ups are so annoying."

The intense envy and barely concealed irritation in that inner voice made Zhou Ping’an’s lips twitch into a slight smile.

Yes, grown-ups are that "annoying."

So, cherish these carefree, happy moments, for when you grow up, you’ll have to face all kinds of trials and tribulations.

But then again, it felt wrong.

With Little Jiu’er’s luck, the kind where she might stumble upon gold just walking down the road,

it was very possible that she might not face any difficulties when she grew up.

He cast these various thoughts aside.

Zhou Ping’an’s breath was concealed within him, his external breathing completely ceased, resembling a piece of deadwood, a stone, as he neared the room next to the east wing’s main bedroom.

Yet he ignored the brightly lit main bedroom.

Even more so, he disregarded the man being tended to by two alluring and delicate women on the wide embroidered couch.

Though that man’s face was resolute and his physique robust, in presence, physique, and appearance, he was exactly like Tian Shouyi.

Furthermore, there was a shiny black palm imprint remaining on his opened chest.

"Master, take good care of your injuries; once you’re healed, I’ll serve you well."

"Master, the medicine is applied."

A soft moan came from the main bedroom, apparently from an injured man whose hands and feet were still not at rest, leading to his being rejected by his concubine.

Of course, it was for his own good.

"A good performance, keep putting on the effort."

Zhou Ping’an’s gaze was indifferent, unconcerned with the splendid drama unfolding in the main bedroom.

He gestured faintly at the dark window of the side room to his left.

In the dim light, the face of the woman in a red robe hiding behind a column changed dramatically, filled with both astonishment and confusion.

Seeing Zhou Ping’an’s gesture and recalling his performances that had repeatedly shaken her beliefs, she approached discreetly, with an attitude of better safe than sorry. She closed her eyes and listened intently for a while until her expression shifted dramatically.

Yes.

The woman in the red robe could confirm that there was a master within the room, a powerful master who had ceased all breathing and concealed his presence almost completely.

And the longer she sensed, the more she could detect a faint, nauseating scent of decay.

So, the question arose.

Was the person inside from the Lishan Sect "Yin Soul Sword" Xiao Changhe, who resided in the County Warden’s Mansion, or was it Tian Shouyi, who had been injured by the Heaven Corpse Sect Elder Tong Shan?

The Tian Shouyi being attended by charming women in the main bedroom and treated with night remedies, was he real or fake?

All sorts of thoughts filled her mind.

The woman in the red robe had to admit, she was starting to lose clarity on the situation.

If she guessed wrong, the consequences would be severe.

The soldiers in the courtyard seemed casual, and their patrol routes had nothing noteworthy.

But as someone from a sect well versed in rebellion, she recognized that these ordinary-looking armored soldiers were continuously maintaining a subtle, exquisite, and secret Three Talents Formation.

Moreover, the soldiers were all lively, with exuberant Qi-Blood, and their eyes commonly bore a trace of abnormal fervor.

They had likely taken the "Boiling Blood Pill."

A pill that caused a burst of energy in the heat of battle, consuming life force.

In such circumstances, should she misstep and fail to strike at Tian Shouyi, instead hitting the wrong target, the mission would likely be declared a failure.

Additionally, there might be unseen perils.

The woman in the red robe was still hesitating.

Meanwhile, Zhou Ping’an had already signaled for the killing move.

A glint appeared in his eyes as his aura surged sky-high.

Countless tiny red lotus patterns emerged on his skin, crawling like snakes or insects, nearly tangible.

"Third Level Lotus Body."

The instantaneous change made the woman in the red robe’s brow twitch in surprise. As astonishment filled her heart, the Fine Iron Spear that had remained in Zhou Ping’an’s hand shone with the brilliance of the blazing sun, dazzling to behold.

The spear, rolling like a python, carried a frenzied shriek as it thrust forward.

The walls and windows before him crumbled into fine sand like they were made of paper...

The might of a single spear thrust was truly awe-inspiring.