Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 119 - 116: Testing How Tough Your Bones Are (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Pass)

Chapter 119: Chapter 116: Testing How Tough Your Bones Are (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Pass)

Li Yuankang was working right under the eyes of a high-ranking monk from the Buddha Sect, so it was impossible to escape his notice.

Since the monk did not exorcise the demon, he must have had ulterior motives.

What exactly were his motives?

Was it to take on a disciple, or was there another reason?

Only he himself knew.

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Compared to the methods adopted by powerful families to nurture their offspring, the indulgence Li Yuankang exhibited after succumbing to demonic influence was not merely about satisfying hunger.

When evil thoughts reached their extreme, they often carried an intent to destroy.

How many innocent lives would it take to extinguish these raging demonic flames, a hundred people, or a thousand people?

Or even more.

Just thinking about it made one shiver with horror.

No wonder there had been a calamity involving the Hehuan Sect in the city some time ago.

Everywhere there were women who had died, disappeared, or been killed in an extremely disgraceful manner.

Zhou Ping’an had also felt at the time that such a frequency of crimes made the Hehuan Sect disciples seem insane.

Looking back now, that wasn’t entirely the case.

There was a Devil Head stirring up trouble in the mix.

Seeing that Li Yuankang was about to reach Lin Residence, Zhou Ping’an was almost ready to unleash his full power with his knife.

Just then, the other party’s face suddenly emitted a low, guttural whistling sound, like the roar of a tiger about to pounce on its prey, and with a heavy shake of his head, he turned and bolted straight towards the Washing Flowers Pavilion.

"Soul Attracting Incense and Oblivion Melody, indeed formidable."

Seeing this,

Zhou Ping’an knew that the tactics he had laid out earlier had taken effect.

Soon, he saw in the backyard of the Washing Flowers Pavilion, a pale goose-yellow silhouette dancing like a colorful butterfly. She lightly touched the rooftop and floated towards the distance.

The Green Lady’s Light Body Technique was always reliable.

It wasn’t that she ran very fast; rather, she maintained a pace that was neither fast nor slow, perfectly luring Li Yuankang’s figure in pursuit from a distance, one in front of the other, rushing toward the outskirts of the city.

Neither of them made any noise.

They were like two phantom shadows, pulling strands of wind.

To ordinary people who might hear them, it would simply seem as if there was a strange wind whipping through the halls, and they would think no more of it.

After passing through the poor district of Eastern City, over the city wall, and across flat land, they arrived on a hill where the Green Lady also put forth her best effort.

Yet, she still couldn’t widen the gap between herself and Li Yuankang, who followed closely behind.

This man, enveloped in black smoke with a ferocious expression and an intense demonic aura, used a stepping technique that was unknown. With each step, he covered a distance from ten yards to gradually fifteen yards.

Upon landing, the ground within several yards around him uniformly collapsed.

Although this stepping technique was somewhat loud and ungraceful,

it was, in truth, not far behind the Ghostly Shadows Step and Butterfly Dance Technique.

At least, in terms of speed, it was not inferior at all.

"King of Light’s Golden Body Technique, Divine Feet Technique, it seems, that old monk saw you as a disciple inheriting his mantle; he really invested substantially."

Green Lady no longer fled.

Turning around, she looked at Li Yuankang, who was charging over like thunder, and a hint of tension involuntarily rose in her heart, mainly because his expression was too terrifying.

He was like a wolf that had spotted a small rabbit, with drool running down his mouth corners, ferocious and extremely greedy.

"You can’t escape."

Li Yuankang chuckled eerily, suddenly waving one hand, under the moonlight, sending dozens of yellow flashes falling forward.

These yellow flashes were neither sharp nor quick, tumbling through the air.

Looking closely, they turned out to be more than twenty Great Yu’s universal treasure coins.

"Copper coins!"

Green Lady’s eyes flashed with a hint of amusement, and before she could voice her ridicule, for some reason, she felt that the tumbling copper coins, as if they had grown wings, became very adorable.

"Mine, all mine."

A sudden irresistible greed surged in her heart, and her heart began pounding wildly.

Even forgetting there was a formidable enemy before her, she lunged forward, intending to scoop the copper coins into her embrace.

Li Yuankang’s eyes flashed with a surge of blood-red light, his hideous grin broadening, barely shifting his foot; his body lunged forward with a speed three times faster than before.

With a flicker, he reached in front of Green Lady.

His palm, tinged with a copper-colored luster and emanating soft multicolored halos, reached out to grab Green Lady.

He was confident that, with the second level of the Five Desires Evil Art not yet perfected in desire and sexual strength, once fully grasped, the opponent would surely become weak and flaccid, unable to use even a bit of their abilities.

This Five Desires Evil Art targeted the weakest spots in a person’s heart. Unless one cultivated to a state devoid of desires and humanity, it would inevitably magnify these weaknesses and make them fall for the trick.

Of course, strong spiritual power might enhance resistance.

But where would a normal martial cultivator get such formidable spiritual power to compare with practitioners of the Five Desires Evil Art who specialized in cultivating their minds?

Thus, as soon as Li Yuankang saw that Green Lady was controlled by greed, he immediately knew he was in an unbeatable position.

Even if his martial arts were inferior and his moves crude, what of it?

The cultivation technique naturally repressed it—utterly indomitable.

Li Yuankang thought this, a hint of pride inevitably rising in his heart.

This delicate flower, carefully nurtured for many days, watered with emotions and nourished with heart, was finally ripe for harvest.

After enjoying it, the second level of the Five Desires would also nearly reach completion.

His palm had not even started pressing down yet.

Li Yuankang suddenly felt a chilling sense of alarm flooding his mind.

He abruptly turned his head, only to see the plain quiet and peaceful, nothing amiss.

Yet right in front of him, unbeknownst to when, a flash of sword light suddenly appeared.

The sword light was like water, and like the moon.

Merging with the gentle moonlight, it was barely discernible.

Moreover, it was neither sharp nor heavy.

It wound around like threads of affection, with no warning beforehand.

Only a deep sense of danger in his soul alerted Li Yuankang.

This stroke was exceedingly venomous and spicy.

Though his thoughts turned swiftly,

His body could not keep up.

After all, having grown up from childhood, he had read more scriptures than spent time practicing martial arts.

He had never undergone the process of training each movement into instinct.

At this moment, he could only manage to retract his belly and pull back.

"Ouch..."

The sword light swept past.

With a "plop" sound.

Li Yuankang felt a burst of intense pain, as something on his body left him forever.

Pain penetrating to the heart and lungs, it hurt not just physically but even more so emotionally.

"My, my..."

Although the sword light was fierce, it had just barely cut into the area below his abdomen, unable to progress further; the injury would not take too much time to heal.

But what was broken was ultimately broken, and retrieving it was futile.

Zhou Ping’an succeeded with one stroke, and his sword light turned, already slicing towards Li Yuankang’s neck.

Yet his mouth was full of admiration, "King of Light’s Golden Body Technique, to have cultivated it to this extent, you should indeed be proud of yourself. My stroke weighed a solid three thousand five hundred pounds, yet it could not cut through your skin."

His movement technique was even faster, the Ghostly Shadows Step had already been cultivated to the Shadowless Under the Sun level.

Under the moonlight, he could bring out the ultimate potential of this stepping technique.

Forget about the naked eye, even mental induction was deceived.

If it were a usual display of skill, he might have used up to nine illusions to confuse his opponent.

But at this moment, with his killing intent intense,

He only wanted to succeed with one stroke, naturally, the more concealed, the better.

"Brother Yuan Kang, when we met on the street that day, I struck you with a sword but didn’t break a single bone. As I watched you run away, I still feel regretful about it even now."

Zhou Ping’an swept his sword horizontally, which Li Yuankang blocked with a vertical palm, cutting a deep gash on it, yet he was not disappointed but laughed instead, "Today, however, I really want to see just how hard your bones are, Brother Yuan Kang, and how many strokes they can withstand."

As he spoke,

His body inflated like a pumped-up ball, suddenly swelling.

In a blink, he grew to two meters twenty, muscles bulging.

On his skin, the lotus patterns twisted and coiled like living things.

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