Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 835 - 645 Internal Discrepancy + - 646 Empty-handed_2
Chapter 835: Chapter 645 Internal Discrepancy + Chapter 646 Empty-handed_2
The leader of the Four Seasons Saber, Zhang Qing, who wielded the Spring Rain Saber, also spoke up.
"With a large amount of gold and silver, medicine, and the opportunity to serve as an offering at the Prince Mansion, there’s no need to wander in wind and rain anymore. Every day could be spent leisurely, eating and drinking, while collecting silver. Such a life is truly the ultimate dream of martial artists in Jianghu."
Furthermore, if they desired to secure a respectable status for their descendants, they could leverage the power of the Heavenly Martial Prince Mansion to arrange a moderately significant official position.
With merits earned and promotions achieved, ensuring blessings through generations wouldn’t be difficult.
"Do you all believe that these Heavenly Star Stones are not worth pursuing?" freёwebnoѵel.com
"Honestly, I never thought I could obtain so many Heavenly Star Stones. Back then, my best hope was merely lucking into a single stone. Even that would have allowed a glimpse down the path toward becoming a Spirit Sword Master. But that was just a distant dream. Compared to the Heavenly Star Stones, what the eldest sister truly wanted was this bottle of elixir."
Peng Qiuyan didn’t hold back at all.
Both she and her husband left the mountains and risked their lives, taking missions in hopes of receiving rewards. They truly never aspired to become Spirit Sword Masters—that was far beyond their reach.
Their ambitions were simple: to join forces with capable warriors, cling to the chance of surviving long enough to complete their tasks, and secure a bottle of Essence Boosting Pill to cure their youngest son’s congenital physical deficiency. That way, he wouldn’t struggle on the brink of life and death every day. It was as straightforward as that.
The gold, silver, and appointments were merely unexpected delights.
"Alright then, as long as you’re all satisfied."
Zhou Ping’an said nothing more.
Their task had already been completed.
But his own mission still required careful planning and attention.
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Chapter 646: Empty-Handed
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The next day.
Zhou Ping’an stayed in his elegant room, not venturing elsewhere. He solely focused on honing his Four Divine Kunpeng Skills.
Consuming power from incense offerings, he performed mental simulations and training within his mind.
At present, the Sky-splitting Slash was fully mastered.
Overturning Sea and Wind Control had both reached great achievement, while the Secret Heaven-covering Technique had now glimpsed the opportunity for completion, as though only a final push was needed to break through...
Meanwhile, wielders of the Yin Yang Sword, Four Seasons Saber, Mr. Yu, and others joyfully mingled with the stewards and offerings of the Prince Mansion, busily networking for their future prospects.
Any society, in the end, is built on human relationships. Even if nobility extends an olive branch, one’s ability to manage these connections dramatically affects the outcomes.
They were veteran people of Jianghu and naturally understood this principle well.
At worst, knowing more people helps in professional circles, ensuring better positions and avoiding exclusion, thereby ensuring survival.
Not only did these hardened Jianghu warriors think this way.
Even the group of youngsters who had trailed along under protection behaved similarly—except for the two clueless little ones, Zhao Yuanshou and Zhao Yuanke, who stubbornly clung to Zhou Ping’an with apparent attachment. The remaining six had already eagerly entered the Martial Arts Hall under the stewardship of the Prince Mansion for "official" training.
This marked their early assimilation into the "main lineage."
"Why don’t you both join them?"
Zhou Ping’an curiously asked the two children trailing behind him, finding himself rather favored among the young.
Indeed, after spending just a month together, these two seven or eight-year-olds had come to treat him like family. They insisted on seeing him nearby before falling asleep peacefully.
What a situation this created?
"They’re bad people who betrayed sir, I despise them," Zhao Yuanshou declared with righteousness and indignation, his round face brimming with unwavering resolve.
Zhao Yuanke, the little girl, also raised her delicate face, responding earnestly, "I’m not learning from anyone else—I just want to learn from sir. Honestly, I think sir teaches better than anyone."
"Sir, sir, I just grasped the Triple shock technique, and now my arrows can finally turn!"
Zhao Yuanke had no intentions of concealing her progress; any small achievement was promptly flaunted to Zhou Ping’an.
After declaring her success, she excitedly pulled out her short bow, drawing it into a semicircular shape aimed at the corner target, her wrist subtly flicking as the arrow left the string...
*Buzz!*
The arrow indeed curved slightly upon release, carving a crescent moon-shaped trajectory to bypass one side and strike the target squarely.
*Thud*
It sank deep into the target.
"Little Ke is so clever—she’s destined to become a Great Arrow Master in the future," Zhou Ping’an gently patted her pigtails, offering heartfelt praise.
"Will I become a Grandmaster?"
"Indeed, even greater than a Grandmaster."
Hearing this, Zhao Yuanke puffed her cheeks, suppressing her smile as she continued practicing her archery. Her right arm grew sore, so she switched to her left arm, showing no signs of fatigue.
Watching this scene, Zhao Yuanshou’s eyes flashed with envy. He bit his lip before picking up a heavy iron axe nearby, flipping and rolling while swinging it vigorously.
Though he felt he might have less innate talent compared to Zhao Yuanke, he was gifted in building strength.
Thus, he trained in Zhou Ping’an’s custom-crafted Mixed Element Axe Technique.
Its ultimate progression led to the form called "One Axe Splitting the Sky."
One axe generating countless axes, altogether forming nine stances and eighty-one moves, varying between complexity and simplicity, designed to be practiced for a lifetime—until reaching the utmost limits of this world.
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On the third day, the Prince Mansion remained serene.
Everyone busily pursued their own endeavors.
Zhou Ping’an continued to abstain from socializing, quietly remaining within his own narrow quarters.
By late afternoon, Shen Nanxin arrived.
Zhou Ping’an announced that he needed to isolate himself to contemplate martial arts, instructing Zhao Yuanke to turn her away without a meeting.
The reason was clear: he had already overheard some idle chatter and knew the so-called future Little Prince of the Prince Mansion approached with a crowd of offerings in tow, high-spirited and brimming with swagger—not to seek learning, but to impose his superiority.
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