Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 129 - 122: Major Progress in Strength, Arrow to the Throat (Seeking Subscriptions)_2

Chapter 129: Chapter 122: Major Progress in Strength, Arrow to the Throat (Seeking Subscriptions)_2

Zhou Ping’an sighed, his eyes turned fierce as his heart thought moved again.

"With heart thought as the guide, Karmic Fire refines the body."

The surging, intense greed and Demonic Fire no longer expanded outward but, under the entanglement of several dozen Mind Wish Power Silk Threads, transformed into Red Lotus Karmic Fire...

This time, the Karmic Fire seemed tangible, capable of melting gold and iron, roasting his own flesh, muscles, and bones to the depths of the marrow. It even evaporated many of the impurities in his blood.

His brain also overclocked at the same moment.

Above Zhou Ping’an’s head, there was no trace of dark energy, only a faint white steam with a hint of red light.

The content of "Immovable King’s Original Classic" flashed through his mind, leaving no room for bewilderment.

As the flames passed over, his body, as if forged a thousand times over, made a "clang" sound.

His build seemed to have shrunk considerably, becoming much leaner.

He touched his cheek and felt the bones slightly protruding; even his clothes started to hang loose.

Feeling the bizarre and immense solidity of his body, Zhou Ping’an still found it somewhat unbelievable in his heart.

"So this is the First Level Vajra King’s Golden Body Technique."

"Iron Body Realm."

He gently exerted power, looking at his arm skin turning dark blue and black, he uncertainly reached out to grab a piece of refined iron next to some silver and gold.

Without circulating Qi-Blood, his five fingers closed together.

The refined iron, as if turning to putty, changed shape in his hand, and he pinched it into a pitch-black liquid that squeezed out from between his fingers.

With a casual toss, the putty-like refined iron landed on the ground, making a deep clanging sound of metal on stone.

"Is this the Iron Body Realm?"

Zhou Ping’an squatted down to check carefully.

Indeed, it was refined iron.

He picked up another piece and tested it before he finally confirmed it.

Under the refinement of the Demonic Fire, the Golden Body Method he practiced seemed to have received some kind of blessing.

The firmness of his body increased by more than just double.

Standing on the ground, he felt like he became a small mountain, unshakeable by winds or rains.

"I understand now."

Considering Li Yuankang’s previous behavior and then thinking about Monk Faming’s constant attention to Li Yuankang, Zhou Ping’an vaguely understood something.

This "Five Desires Evil Art" originated from the Suppression Prison Demon Sect’s fundamental scripture, the "Suppression Prison Subduing Demon Scripture," and this highest demonic body refining technique takes the path of physical cultivation, developing the body into a Demon God’s physique.

Therefore, while the Five Desires are external, the internal essence is actually body refinement.

Combined with the "King of Light’s Golden Body Technique" for cultivation, they naturally complement each other,

Thus, as long as the Five Desires Evil Art is cultivated to Great Achievement, which is the foundational success of "Suppression Prison Subduing Demon Scripture," turning the physical body into an indestructible weight appears to be a matter of course.

Understanding the reason,

Zhou Ping’an carefully discerned the changes that had just occurred in his body.

The feeling of solidity and firmness like a mountain should be the effect of the Immovable King Vajra Body Technique.

And in the depths of his blood, in places imperceptible, the faint sensation of burning heat was likely the effect of the Five Desires Evil Art.

"The imperceptible minutiae, could it be the human cells?"

Combining his knowledge of modern society, Zhou Ping’an suddenly realized.

This Demonic Technique might be altering his body at the genetic, cellular level.

Imperceptible.

Only because the mental realm has not yet reached that point.

But still, the results exist.

"If this is actually the case, then tonight’s ambush holds much more certainty."

Even if it’s an enhancement of constitution, his strength has increased by quite a bit.

This was something Zhou Ping’an could be certain of.

With no further hesitation,

he continued to consume the Mind Wish Power Silk Threads until only a hundred remained for backup.

The rest of the more than four hundred threads were all burnt, serving as sustenance for protecting the mind and comprehending the cultivation techniques.

About two shichen later, he finally stopped cultivating and stepped out of the door.

"Did you succeed?"

In the courtyard under the dim moonlight, a breeze stirred.

Lin Huaiyu in a black robe floated over, his voice trembling as he asked.

"I did."

Zhou Ping’an smiled gently, showing off eight large teeth.

At this moment, he felt an unprecedented comfort.

Deep within his body, it was as if he had been scalded by hot water, warm and soothing.

Although it was a combination of demonic techniques and Buddhist heart methods, they unexpectedly complemented each other quite well.

Not only did it strengthen his Qi-Blood and fortify his body, but it also revitalized a lot of the innate vitality of his biological source.

In simple terms, the lifespan and vitality depleted by the previous use of "Purifying World Lotus Body" for explosive techniques had also been replenished a great deal.

As long as I consolidate my efforts and advance the King of Light’s Golden Body Technique to the "Copper Body" level, I should be able to cultivate the "Purifying World Lotus Body" again.

Originally, Zhou Ping’an thought he would have to wait until the Great Achievement of the Five Viscera Realm before his body could support the explosive breakthrough of that cultivation technique again.

’The third level of the Vajra King’s Golden Body, strength, roughly estimated around 5,000 jin, not any less.’

Zhou Ping’an’s brows held a hint of soaring spirits.

Looking at the sky, the moon had already slanted west, and the city was silent.

"They should be coming soon, let’s not delay any longer,"

he said with certainty.

"This time, I’ll take the lead," Lin Huaiyu swung the long saber in her hand and gave a slight smile.

Since her epiphany of the Unity of Hardness and Softness, her Sword Technique carried softness within its strength, and strength within its softness.

The extremes of hardness and softness were perfectly unified, making her casual strikes effortlessly powerful and piercing.

Even Monk Guangming with his Eighth Level Golden Body Technique could not fully block her blade’s assault.

No wonder she was brimming with confidence.

Of course, the main reason was that she had grasped the essence of "Unity of Hardness and Softness" a step ahead, which was a point of pride in front of Zhou Ping’an, who always seemed to outdo her.

Such a youthful mindset.

Zhou Ping’an naturally wouldn’t expose her thoughts.

Nor would he be so blunt as to compare their combat power with hers.

He simply smiled and said, "Good, you’ll spearhead our fight, and I’ll back you up."

After discussing their tactics, they quietly laid in ambush.

Lin Huaiyu was inside the house, while Zhou Ping’an was outside.

...

The sky was just beginning to brighten.

The long night was about to end.

Even the two lying in ambush began to doubt whether they had misjudged the old monk’s temperament or whether he had divined the secrets they were concerned about.

A figure flashed from far to near and entered the courtyard in an instant.

The Divine Feet Technique, also known in Jianghu as a superior movement technique, could be quite imposing when pushed to its limits.

But that was just a habit in battle.

When it came to stealthy nocturnal visits, the old monk was second to none.

His lean body was like a ghost, not stirring a single breath of air.

He passed by the newly assigned Guardian House Servants of the Lin Residence without notice, and none of them perceived a thing.

The old monk didn’t wear a mask.

His bald head reflected a faint light as he swiftly entered the study in the bamboo garden.

He opened and closed the window quietly and leapt inside without a sound.

Upon landing, his first action was to reach for the bamboo tube on the desk.

A faint golden light glinted in his eyes and a look of delight crossed his face...

Just as he touched the pen, feeling its slightly thick texture in his hand, all the unease and insecurity vanished from his mind.

"Finally, I’ve got it,"

he sighed inwardly, a tumult of emotions stirring in his heart.

"Crack..."

A thunderous sound suddenly filled the room.

The tremor made the house quiver.

From the direction of the west window, the windowpanes shattered like paper under the force of a strong gust.

A shadow, faster than the sound itself, had already thrust towards the old monk’s nape.

This arrow was incredibly fast.

And utterly malevolent.

It was precisely when the old monk had acquired the Golden Phoebe Pen and had just let down his guard, feeling triumphant.

The Needle Arrow shot from the Heavenly Mechanism Crossbow broke through the layers of protective Qi, creating ripple after ripple, and though the needle’s tip hadn’t yet touched him, a deep indentation had already formed on the back of the old monk’s neck.

"Zhou... Ping... An,"

a voice filled with extreme hatred rang out.

The old monk was now furiously enraged.

His reaction was exceedingly swift.

Without a thought, he channeled strength into his neck, his body bending like a willow in the wind to the side, his head also turning aside.

Shrr...

Blood mixed with large pieces of flesh tore his neck, emitting a soft ’pop’ like countless steel wires snapping.

It was telling of how tough Monk Guangming’s skin and flesh truly were.

But nevertheless, caught by surprise, the old monk’s dodge was insufficient, and he was still ripped open by the Needle Crossbow arrow.

Blood gushed out like a tide.

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