Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 125 - 121: Unraveling Mysteries, Waiting for Opportunity (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Pass)

Chapter 125: Chapter 121: Unraveling Mysteries, Waiting for Opportunity (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Pass)

Lin Huaiyu was not particularly clear about these ancient legends.

She merely shared what little she knew, then added, "Besides the Red Lotus Sect’s ’Red Lotus Purifying World Scripture’ and the Suppression Prison Demon Sect’s ’Prison Suppressing Demon Subjugation Scripture’, there is also the Three Path Demon Sect’s ’Six Paths Samsara Scripture’..."

"These divine skills have their miraculous aspects. Cultivators possess astonishing battle strength while aspiring to reach the Divine Martial level. Therefore, every sect with a yearning for Martial Arts dreams of one day stumbling upon great fortune and learning one such technique."

"They might vocally scorn or disdain these, considering them inferior and not reputable but who truly knows what they think?"

Lin Huaiyu let out a self-mocking laugh, clearly reminded of herself.

For a copy of the ’Sword of Canghai Codex’, she had exhausted all her thoughts, hoping to forge an alternative path by joining the Cloud Water Heavenly Sect and becoming an Inner Sect disciple to receive its teachings.

But even with the ’Sword of Canghai Codex’, if one day she learned the whereabouts of the ’Prison Suppressing Demon Subjugation Scripture’, a scripture even beyond the former, could she stay true to her initial resolve without faltering?

The answer was clearly no.

Just like Monk Guangming, hailing from one of the Seven Great Sects, the King of Light’s Temple, who studied the ’Immovable King’s Original Classic’, which meant a well-ordered inheritance and a promising future.

If he had not glimpsed a higher level of inheritance, why else would he become so blinded by greed as to ally with devils?

And ruin his good reputation for nothing?

"Monk Guangming well knew that Li Yuankang practiced Demonic Cultivation, completely inhumane, yet he turned a blind eye, using him as a lead..."

At that moment, Zhou Ping’an’s mind was exceptionally clear, his thoughts racing.

"The matter of taking disciples was just a front, perhaps teaching the ’King of Light’s Golden Body Technique’ and ’Divine Feet Technique’ was intended to ease Li Yuankang’s guard, with his true scheme being to let Li Yuankang master the Five Desires Evil Art, and using the connection between the two techniques to locate the ’Prison Suppressing Demon Subjugation Scripture’, thus making the motive very reasonable."

"But then, why didn’t he practice the Five Desires Evil Art himself, instead just watching from the sidelines? There must be some compelling reason."

Zhou Ping’an repeatedly analyzed layer by layer, feeling as though he was beginning to see the true nature of the facts.

Lin Huaiyu’s eyes lit up: "Do you think it’s possible that Monk Guangming never received the transmission of the Five Desires Evil Art, maybe Li Yuankang was guarding against him? Or perhaps, with Li Yuankang’s cleverness, he had long discerned the ill intentions of his nominal master and had hidden something?"

That was indeed the astute Lin Huaiyu.

In her era,

whether among masters and disciples or fathers and sons, there was a custom to always keep something back, and the Lin Family especially so.

Lin Zhongguang, might even have hidden some things from her; hence, with some experience, she thought of this possibility in an instant.

"Exactly, it must be so. Each calculating against the other, mutually needing yet wary of each other, this must be why Monk Guangming, rather than taking any of his younger disciples, instead fled with the crippled Li Yuankang."

After Zhou Ping’an’s mental chain of logic was thoroughly completed, he became even more certain of his speculation...

If Li Yuankang were indeed so cautious, then he would definitely keep the most important things right under his own watch, day and night.

Only this way could he ensure his own safety and ensure mastering the ’Five Desires Evil Art’ completely, using Monk Guangming as a ready-made protector.

Zhou Ping’an, a graduate from Jing’an Academy, had studied many cases in his time.

In those cases, there were individuals with particularly severe paranoia and deep thoughts, who when hiding their valuables, always chose places others saw daily but would never suspect.

They say the most dangerous place is the safest place.

Ultimately, it’s all about feeling at ease because it is in sight.

This trait amounted to a personality flaw.

Li Yuankang would be no exception.

"Found it."

Zhou Ping’an intermittently burned Mind Thread three times to overclock his brain.

Each time burning ten threads...

Just when he slightly felt regret at his action,

his gaze locked onto an unfinished painting in Li Yuankang’s study.

It was a Beauty Picture.

The beauty in the painting wore a broad-sleeved long dress, her hand covering her face, her expression emotive, but her features weren’t very clear.

As Zhou Ping’an looked more intently, he felt that the artistic conception of the painting was indeed elegant, capturing the spirit rather than the form, focusing on essence more than detail. Looking at the eyes peeking out from behind the long dress, for some reason, they looked a bit like Lin Huaiyu and also a bit like Green Lady.

"Cunning fellow."

Lin Huaiyu slightly felt uneasy.

She indeed recognized it too.

At least a good part of Li Yuankang’s painting was sketched based on her own figure and eyes.

Of course, also mixed with some of Green Lady’s charm and playfulness.

What did this imply?

It implied that he had harbored designs from the start.

Forming schemes secretly.

"Could there be a mystery in this painting?"

Lin Huaiyu approached, looked left and right, but could not discern anything.

"It’s not the painting, but the paint used."

Zhou Ping’an ceased burning his Mind Threads, holding the key insight, and pointed at the vivid colors on the painting, "What do you think, if Li Yuankang’s last action was to paint this picture, which brush did he use then?"

Lin Huaiyu suddenly turned to look at the brush holder.

She immediately realized.

"Five brushes, obviously four of them have touched the paint, and although they are cleaned well, a faint residual color is still visible, but this yellow-brown brush here, its tip has not touched any paint, so clean it looks as though it had never been used."