Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 99 - 96 Water Has No Constant Shape, Techniques Have No Fixed Form (Please Subscribe)

Chapter 99: Chapter 96 Water Has No Constant Shape, Techniques Have No Fixed Form (Please Subscribe)

"Zhou..."

"Yin Soul Sword" Xiao Changhe apparently recognized Zhou Ping’an’s identity as well.

The light of his sword swiftly jabbed, accompanied by ghostly wails.

A stench assaulted the face.

It was suffocating.

Qingyang City was too small, and there were only a few real experts...

Zhou Ping’an was radiant, his vital energy vast and boundless, and moreover, he had cultivated his sect’s heritage technique "Ghostly Shadows Step" to the realm of "Shadowless Under the Sun." Even if Xiao Changhe were blind and deaf, he would not mistake his identity at this moment.

"Where do you think you’re going? Eat my spear."

Zhou Ping’an’s voice was even louder, his roar resonated throughout the County Warden’s Mansion.

The air itself rippled with waves.

One could imagine just how powerful his voice was at that moment.

It forcibly suppressed the voice of Xiao Changhe calling out his name.

At the same time.

The long spear whirled around in a maneuver called "Strange Python Turning Over," twisting his waist and sliding his feet, he had already thrust the spear towards Xiao Changhe’s chest.

In front of the spear tip, vigorous Qi layered ninefold, turning into a singular, intense and scorching force. Just as it touched the tip of the Yih Soul Sword, he shook his arms and flicked out spear blossoms large as millstones.

The spear tip flickered uncertainly, already enveloping Xiao Changhe from head to toe.

Using the long weapon to press the shorter one, the spear moved like a swimming dragon. Although Zhou Ping’an’s realm was slightly inferior, his explosive force was nine times stronger and his vigorous Qi extremely rigid. As they fought, he even managed to gain a slight advantage, forcing Xiao Changhe to be unable to advance an inch.

Both parties struck lightning fast, with sword shadows and spear glimmers flickering erratically.

The air was filled with a series of sharp, mournful whistles, mingled with the loathsome and vomit-inducing cries of night ghosts...

And in the far distance.

That cluster of Jinguang suddenly brightened dramatically.

Thunderous explosions erupted.

Immediately afterward, sword light shone intensely. Under the reflection of the golden light, it appeared like a white cloud drifting from afar.

It looked fragile enough to shatter with a single blow but was tenaciously connected and elusive, managing to block the extremely vigorous Jinguang.

"We can’t let him escape."

Seeing Zhou Ping’an’s spear strike hit Tian Shouyi.

He showed no mercy with his movements and with a flick, he shattered the County Warden’s head into a mist of blood.

While Green Lady felt a slight shock and growing sense of security,

She immediately called out loudly.

’No wonder the Holy Maiden always likes to collect exceptionally talented people from all over, appointing them as "Dharma Protector Deity Generals." Having such people by your side is indeed very reassuring.’

Not to mention, in times of danger, having such a valiant General who can charge into battle makes one dare to contemplate matters otherwise unimaginable.

Green Lady was mainly worried.

That Tian Shouyi, in order to win over "Yin Soul Sword" Xiao Changhe to jointly confront their enemy, would have promised the "Karmic Fire Red Lotus Visualization Method" for mutual understanding and study.

It was a very likely possibility.

Outsiders do not know that this core visualization technique of Red Lotus, derived from the "Purifying World Red Lotus Immortal Sutra," is actually still in the hands of her mother.

What has been disseminated is merely a "copy."

This "copy" was drawn by her mother with substantial spiritual power, so it contains a hint of Divine Will.

However, because of this, the Divine Will in it is like a tree without roots or water without a source—it will lose all its wonder after a single person comprehends it, and the second person cannot practice it at all.

Therefore, what the mother rewarded to Holy Maiden Yun Ling, brought over by the Fiery Flame Messenger, is not something she is worried about him coveting.

He wouldn’t dare.

Should Tian Shouyi not know that this is a one-time cultivation item, thinking it can be studied by many to unravel its secrets, he might truly do such a thing.

Therefore, until the "Red Lotus Contemplation Diagram" is searched from Tian Shouyi’s possession, they absolutely cannot let this Lishan Sect Managing Elder escape.

Managing Elder is not an Elder.

To be precise, he is a manager. Outsiders respectfully call him Elder.

If a true Elder of Lishan were here, Green Lady would not dare to be an enemy, and could only drag Zhou Ping’an to quickly flee.

But it didn’t go as she thought.

At this moment, to avoid any accidents, it was a matter of who got in the way would be killed.

Without hesitation, she danced up like a fluttering butterfly, landing on a flowering tree and sitting cross-legged, her brows tightly knit, casually flicking her hand as her delicate fingers traced through the air.

"Tianyin, Tianyin..."

The sound of the zither was like a silver bottle shattering, devoid of any hint of the leisurely ambiance of forests and springs, instead exuding the tragic melody of battles and war.

[Generals die in a hundred battles, valiant soldiers return after ten years...]

In Zhou Ping’an, who had brought his spear technique to the extreme, a sentiment of fighting to the death without retreat suddenly surged in his mind. As he gazed upon the vast desert with its tidal waves of people and looked back at Chang’an, wondering if his homeland was well...

Simultaneously.

The blood boiling fiercely inside his body suddenly accelerated, turning into a surging river. The sound of "Hurrah" roared all around him, and the Blood Origin Energy from his recent Blood Renewal became much more active as well.

In an instant, Zhou Ping’an’s body and spirit underwent a transformation, as if injected with a dozen shots of adrenaline, his strength increased, and his movements became faster...

What was even more astounding was that as the zither music exploded, the ghostly cries emanating from Xiao Changhe’s Yin Soul Sword were also suppressed to the point where they sounded like children’s cries, completely devoid of any power.

’This Oblivion Melody is somewhat like cheating,’ Zhou Ping’an thought to himself, silently retracting his intention to burn the "Mind Wish Power Silk Threads."

With this zither music supporting him, although it was not as significant as the overclocked brain function from burning mind threads, it was safe and enough.

He was down to just a few hundred threads, and nowadays, the thumbs up from modern society were starting to slow. He wasn’t sure if it was due to a lack of traffic or because the popularity had already passed.

In this world, only the people of the Lin Residence occasionally contributed some white threads, which were utterly insufficient for major matters.

Of course, people like Lin Huaiyu, Little Jiu’er, and Tang Lin’er would contribute a thread each every day.

That’s the benefit of having reached a certain level of goodwill.

Thinking of Lin Huaiyu, Zhou Ping’an became anxious again.

The two shared an understanding, and although Third Miss had not said much, he knew that she was his last line of defense, the most important line.

To prevent any unforeseen incidents.

But the problem was.

This time, that dazzling Buddhist expert was a bit too strong.

She didn’t know whether she could escape unscathed.

With this thought, Zhou Ping’an barked out a command.

"Quick battle, quick decision."

As the sound of the zither hastened, his spear in hand suddenly shifted, transforming from ferocious offense to an endless stream, like spring water.

This time, he couldn’t bother hiding his capabilities, and he even employed the "Fourth Turning of the Wave Subduing" Vigorous Qi.

Firmness cannot last forever, softness cannot be maintained.

Water has no constant form, and techniques have no constant shape...

Relentlessly physically overpowering was not feasible.

Although Xiao Changhe of the Yin Soul Sword found himself at a disadvantage, he fended off each attack with deft lefts and rights, his defense watertight.

His sword in hand was sometimes explosively fierce as fire, other times bitterly cold as ice, sometimes as heavy as a mountain, and sometimes as light as a breeze...

Although it looked extremely risky, it wasn’t perilous in the slightest.

Xiao Changhe had trained his Five Viscera Realm to the peak, and although it seemed he had only cultivated four viscera, without the five viscera being cultivated together, his energy was not to be underestimated.

By the time Zhou Ping’an’s spear technique flicked between firmness and gentleness, ever-changing in an instant,

he struggled to defend.

As music reached his ears, Xiao Changhe felt his heart shake, and as his sword force weakened, a sharp pain pierced his left shoulder, grazed by the spear blade, blood gushing out like a fountain.

Amidst the tremor of his body, he stepped back only to find the spear was even faster, seamlessly shifting from soft to firm, its momentum thunderously unstoppable as it bore down on him.

Seizing the moment of opportunity, attacking the weakness, Zhou Ping’an, under the influence of his peculiar sense, would not miss any slight chance for victory.

"This is too much to bear," he exclaimed.

He was shamelessly attacked from both sides.

He was left with no power to fight back.

Xiao Changhe of the Yin Soul Sword, so angry he felt like his chest might explode,

was certain he was far superior to his opponent in terms of realm, not to mention his decades of life-and-death experiences through bloody battles, making his Yin Soul Sword technique nearly supernatural in its execution.

He had never anticipated being in such a dire situation.

To hesitate any longer could very likely cost him his life right there.

Yet he could see clearly.

The young man in front of him, wielding the long spear and attacking fiercely, not only possessed extraordinary strength but also remarkable resilience.

Most distressingly, his opponent had also mastered the "Ghostly Shadows Step" to the peak of its ninth level.

Without devising a plan to stop him, even fleeing would prove impossible.

At this moment, Xiao Changhe was filled with regret.

Living a good life, why had he come to Qingyang County to meddle in these troubled waters?

Were the maids on the mountain not attentive enough?

Or were the meals not lavish enough?

Or perhaps his days were too monotonous?

No amount of regret could alter the current situation.

Xiao Changhe’s heart grew cold, and he clenched his teeth in secret.

As he watched the spear, appearing as if by magic, thrust at his throat again,

his right arm, wielding the sword, was already going numb. In a moment of fierce resolve, he pressed a mechanism on the hilt of his sword.

With a loud roar, he shouted, "Explode!"

His energy burst forth wildly.

The Yin Soul Sword suddenly disintegrated into a myriad of stars, exploding in all directions.

A pitch-black fog, like ink, with a booming sound, whooshed forward in a fan shape.

Where the dark qi touched, earth and flowers alike hissed as they turned eerily white.

"Retreat," Green Lady saw distinctly.

She nearly stopped playing the zither altogether.

The "Accumulated Corpse Qi" before them had been cultivated to the level where the qi turned to liquid.

Once contaminated,

forget living the rest of your life happily, even keeping a single breath would be a testament to one’s strong life force.

Faster than her sound was Zhou Ping’an’s movement.

Even before the Yin Soul Sword erupted, he had already reversed the momentum from his charge to a retreat, dragging his spear along as he fled.

The black qi shockwave, though extremely fast, missed his body by a mere three inches, failing to catch up.

Since practicing the "Karmic Fire Red Lotus Visualization Method,"

Zhou Ping’an had to admit,

in terms of mystery and profundity, as well as breadth of realm, this secret technique of the Demonic Sect’s Red Lotus Sect surpassed all other cultivation techniques he had witnessed.

Each time he ignited the Power of Mind, not only did it enhance his perception and allowed his brain to Overclock, becoming extremely intelligent,

but more importantly, during that time, his soul was clearly being refined in a peculiar way.

Being able to involve soul cultivation and increase spiritual power at the Mortal Martial Stage could be considered a miracle.

With the strengthening of the soul and the increase in spiritual power, what benefits does it bring?

Of many, Zhou Ping’an felt that in day-to-day life, his spirit was excellent, to the point that sleep seemed unnecessary. When tired, a brief moment of rest was enough for him to be revitalized.

But that was just a superficial benefit.

In battle, it meant he could sense fatal danger just a fraction of a second beforehand.

Back in the modern world, when he was targeted by a sniper rifle, the sensation was not too vivid, just a vague premonition.

But now, it was much clearer.

Like the fierce crossbow bolts from Tian Shouyi.

Or the suspicious dark qi from Xiao Changhe’s sudden sword explosion.

Clearly, they were lethal threats.

Of course, under his preemptive perception, he remained unscathed.