Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path-Chapter 841 - 649 Green Phoenix Bow + - 650 West City Jumping Horse, Outer Heaven Flying Immortal_2
Chapter 841: Chapter 649 Green Phoenix Bow + Chapter 650 West City Jumping Horse, Outer Heaven Flying Immortal_2
"Thank you, Master, for your grace in remaking me. This life and beyond, I shall never dare forget."
Zhao Yuanshou, though just a small eight-year-old boy, was indeed a remarkable genius handpicked by Southern Lake’s Zhao Family. Not only did he have an excellent root bone, but he was also steady and thoughtful, understanding gratitude and propriety.
While overjoyed in his heart, he didn’t forget to kneel and kowtow to express his thankfulness toward his master.
"Good, very good."
Zhou Ping’an chuckled heartily.
Noticing the young girl Zhao Yuanke beside him watching with envy and a trace of disappointment, he instantly knew what she was thinking.
"You’ll have one too, you’ll have one too."
He raised his hand and picked up the two broken pieces of Wind Spirit Sword. Simultaneously, he extracted the Wind Attribute Heavenly Star Stone embedded within it. Around him, the blazing rays of the sun flickered slightly, and the two broken blades melted instantly into a pool of golden molten iron.
"Coalesce!"
The sun’s brilliance faded; ice and snow reappeared.
As the molten iron solidified and cooled, everyone’s vision blurred momentarily. In the next instant, they saw a faint cyan bow, measuring four feet and three inches in length.
The bow was intricately engraved with phoenix patterns, delicate and lifelike, as if it were alive.
In the curve at the center, a hole had been carved out.
A pale cyan stone was embedded within.
Runes spread out from around the stone, extending outward to release a vague flow of Gang Wind.
Zhou Ping’an mulled for a moment before retrieving an azure One-Horned Flood Dragon tendon he had acquired from Jinhe County’s warehouse.
With both hands, he pulled the tendon taut and wound it into a bowstring.
"Master, such a beautiful bow! What is her name?"
Zhao Yuanke’s gaze was fixed; her heart pounded wildly as she tugged at Zhou Ping’an’s robe and lifted her face to ask in a crisp voice.
She naturally knew that this longbow had been crafted for her. Not only was it a treasure bow, but it was also a spiritual weapon.
If she wielded it in her hands and deployed the Wind Chasing Divine Archery, who in the world could withstand the prestige of her arrow?
Especially since she’d already begun mastering the Soul Chasing Arrow Technique. With dedicated cultivation, it wouldn’t be long before she’d hone those tracking, enemy-locking arrows that could weave and wind until they struck their target. Combined with this Wind Attribute divine bow, she could kill whomever she wished.
"Let’s call it Green Phoenix Bow."
Given Zhou Ping’an’s current purity of soul, his ability to learn wasn’t just a matter of drawing inferences from one instance—it went far beyond understanding ten from one.
It could nearly be described as understanding an entire forest from just one leaf.
He possessed exceptionally unique insights into how to inscribe runes and how to best employ the energy drawn from the Heavenly Star Stone to empower a weapon.
This bow was specifically tailored for Zhao Yuanke.
Though it only had power equivalent to ten thousand stones, far weaker than the thirteen-thousand-stone Fire Phoenix Bow Zhou Ping’an had acquired from Red Lotus Sect’s Yi Heavenly King, it was more than sufficient for Shen Yuanke’s use.
She could wield it until she dominated this realm without it holding her back.
The real concern would be whether she could fully unleash the bow’s potential once she’d reached her pinnacle.
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Chapter 650: West City Jumping Horse, Outer Heaven Flying Immortal
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"Let’s just go all out and help you grow faster, speeding up your progress."
Zhou Ping’an glanced at the Green Phoenix Bow, then at the skinny little girl Shen Yuanke, scratching his head slightly.
The weapon was exceedingly good, but ultimately it required one strong enough to wield it. The little girl, however, was too small; her body had yet to mature. Although she had achieved some progress in cultivation, she only possessed the power of five to six hundred pounds, which was far from sufficient.
If she were to encounter an enemy of true prowess, what if they seized and exploited the bow?
If she couldn’t grow rapidly, there was even the risk of her being harmed because of it.
After some thought, Zhou Ping’an placed his palm atop Shen Yuanke’s head, releasing a surge of vitality like a tidal wave, activating her potential, strengthening her foundation, cultivating her origin...
Shen Yuanke’s entire body shuddered, her face flushing as red as if it might drip blood. She felt as though a sun had exploded deep within her being, generating endless streams of energy. Within every nook of her blood vessels, power surged forth; her bones, muscles, and sinews emitted a strange resonance.
In just ten breaths’ time.
Zhou Ping’an withdrew his hand.
Shen Yuanke stumbled slightly but quickly steadied herself.
Suddenly, there came two muffled sounds as she unintentionally left two footprints on the ground beneath her.
"Hmm?"
Baffled, she raised her foot and stomped down again with greater force.
The entire hall trembled slightly.
The solid stone floor had already given way, forming a deep pit that swallowed her ankles.
As she clenched her fists, the sensation of immense power coursing through her was undeniable, a force she could focus and wield with unrivaled precision.
"No need to test further. Your body isn’t fully grown yet, so you presently possess at most two thousand pounds of strength. As you age, it should increase by another thousand pounds—sufficient for use. Once you master the Nine Layers of Stacking Force Skill, the bow won’t disgrace you."
Zhou Ping’an shoved the Green Phoenix Bow into Shen Yuanke’s hands.
With a laugh, he said.
Shen Yuanshou, imbued with the Heavenly Martial King’s blood essence and energy, had his potential stimulated. Having also mastered Zhou Ping’an’s Mixed Element Axe Technique paired with the Golden Thunder Axe, he would grow up to roam the world with invincible prowess.
Even now, his strength was only slightly inferior to the Heavenly Martial King.
As for Shen Yuanke, though she lacked the blood essence infusion, abundant vitality could equally trigger potential, ensuring she could catch up to her brother.
Thus, they wouldn’t have learned from Zhou Ping’an in vain.
Even upon entering the Heavenly Martial Prince Mansion, these two did not want to leave like their elder siblings. Their devotion naturally held a different significance.
Of course, there was another reason—it’s because these two youngest siblings, despite the lowest social statuses in Southern Lake’s Zhao Family, possessed the greatest innate talent among the eight siblings.
Otherwise, they wouldn’t have been sent away at such a tender age to take a chance on a fate that was nine times out of ten bound to end in death.
Every time they called Zhou Ping’an "Master,"
He could distinguish who spoke with a hollow heart and who spoke with sincerity.
Since they called him "Master," they were his students, walking a journey together amidst whichever path heaven and earth may lead.
This was destiny.
From afar, the older children of Southern Lake Zhao Family stood watching, their gazes complicated. Yearning to approach yet hesitant to do so, they merely watched from a distance.
Some even shed tears, unaware of their own sorrow.
At times, life is a matter of choices.
On the left is the mountain; on the right, the river.
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"Master, are you leaving us?"
"Indeed."
Zhou Ping’an gently touched the heads of the two children, seemingly glimpsing their future where they traversed this realm in triumph.
The corpse-laden mountains and seas of blood. The heavens and stars separated by vast distances.
Perhaps they would never meet again.
He sighed softly in his heart.
Ultimately, he was but a fleeting guest in this world, never intending to stay.
With his mission concluded, it was time for him to leave.
He waved his hand and departed the Prince Mansion.
From the distance came the neighing cries of a horse, as a large black steed broke free of its reins and galloped toward him madly.
This was the black horse Zhou Ping’an had ridden throughout his journey.
Its appearance was unremarkable, nothing extraordinary, but during his idle moments, Zhou Ping’an had infused it with vitality and spiritual wisdom. Within a month’s companionship, not only had its body grown tremendously stronger, but its intelligence had also heightened considerably.
Such a horse made for a significantly more comfortable ride.
It seemed as though the horse, sensing his departure, was now advancing in a frenzy toward him.
Arriving before Zhou Ping’an, it slightly lowered its body, its eyes betraying a human-like grief.
"Big Black, you wish to bid me farewell? Very well then."
Zhou Ping’an mounted the horse, lightly nudging its flank. Together, man and steed trotted along White Tiger Street, heading toward the West City Gate, galloping swiftly away.
Their pace was like the wind’s breath, yet not a single person was struck, nor an object disturbed.
"Master!"
Shen Yuanshou and Shen Yuanke burst into tears, their cries resonating a long, mournful echo.
They sped along, wielding their weapons, chasing desperately.
Running as if propelled by wheels of wind and fire, they surged faster than galloping horses.
But as they drew near the West City Gate, their momentum slowed suddenly—their pursuit came to a halt.
Looking upward, they beheld a sight that left them awestruck: the black horse soared high into the air with a resounding neigh, its hooves sweeping across the city wall, before leaping straight into the skies.
It climbed thirty zhang into the air.
Suddenly, a rainbow glow materialized mid-air.
With a single flash, the glow transformed into a radiant portal.
The figure astride the horse pushed the door open and entered, vanishing in an instant.
Only the black horse remained, its body covered in blinding white light as it cried sorrowfully, carried gently away by the wind, slowly descending outside the city.
"A divine being."
"Ascension..."
"He has gone to the heavens."
Amidst the cries of the two children,
around the West City Gate, many fell to their knees in reverent awe.
From the distance, guests who’d followed from the Prince Mansion drew sharp breaths and stood in dumbfounded astonishment.
Inside Baoyue Building, leaning out to fix his gaze firmly on the city gate, Emperor Wenhe’s hands gave way weakly beneath him, nearly sending him tumbling out of his perch.
"The legends were true after all?"
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On this day, West City Jumping Horse, Outer Heaven Flying Immortal.
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