Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 157 - 138 Joy and Peace, Anticipate the Enemy with Leniency (Please Subscribe, Seeking Monthly Pass)

Chapter 157: Chapter 138 Joy and Peace, Anticipate the Enemy with Leniency (Please Subscribe, Seeking Monthly Pass)

"Police Chief."

Zhang Yue was exceptionally meticulous, always peering out the window.

Seeing Zhou Ping’an enter the Police Security Bureau, he hurried over to greet him, his face full of excitement as if he had a lot to say, yet seemed hesitant to speak.

"Everything okay?"

Despite just having conducted a major operation.

The combat had been continuous; in fact, aside from the time spent traveling, the actual time it took to overthrow the "Hongxing Guild Hall" wasn’t very long.

Zhou Ping’an was worried about his mother and sister hiding in the third group Police Chief’s office, so he left the follow-up matters to his senior sister and other colleagues, and hurried back.

It would be quite ridiculous if he was out fighting tooth and nail, only for his own backyard to catch fire.

"No problem, the brothers are all on guard. Police Chief, next time we’re on the mission, could I..."

Zhang Yue thought about the scenes he had seen in the live stream earlier, his emotions surging, wishing he could also follow behind and fight valiantly.

With such a strong support leading the way, the sense of security was overwhelming.

And the merits were there for the taking, in abundance.

Take "Safety First," who usually lazed around and didn’t like to move; this time, you could say he really made a name for himself.

In terms of rewards for meritorious deeds, even if he wasn’t promoted to Police Chief, his year-end bonus would definitely see a significant increase.

"I’ll take you next time, as long as you don’t get so scared you wet your pants."

Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but chuckle.

Those with ambition are just different from those without any.

Some people just want to hide and not risk anything, happy to coast along, but Zhang Yue is eager and scrappy, yearning to be on the frontline. It just goes to show, everyone’s desires are different.

"Of course, we won’t..."

Zhang Yue turned his head to look at Yang Zhengyu standing behind him, not daring to speak, and with a smug wiggle of his eyebrows, looked quite proud.

Thus, Yang Zhengyu’s face also turned a slight shade of red, his fists rubbing together energetically.

In his heart, he too thought about going on missions; although he wasn’t as unrestrained as Zhang Yue, he was a bit tongue-tied and not very eloquent.

The last battle on Binjiang Road against the robbers.

He only knew to blindly rush out, without a care for anything else; brave he was, indeed, but he nearly got taken out by the double-gun-toting Fox Mask.

Seeing the foolish looks on their faces, Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but offer silent condolences for the worried parents back at their homes.

Having such a troublesome son must be worrisome.

Probably, their parents were fretting endlessly.

However, he used to be not much different from them...

With this thought in mind, Zhou Ping’an couldn’t bother to continue talking with Zhang Yue, and he hurried towards the third group Police Chief’s office.

After his last promotion, he now had a spacious private office.

Inside there was a sofa and even space for a small bed, which could be separated with a curtain.

This was for resting during lunch breaks when work got too tiring.

Usually, as long as he wasn’t out on field duty, sitting in the office meant that by the end of the work shift, a clerk named Xiao Qin would come to clean up and tidy the bed among other things.

After all, the title "Police Chief" did carry the word "chief."

You couldn’t call it an official position, but compared to other officers, he really was a kind of official.

And he wouldn’t be shortchanged of the entitlements that came with the role.

Xiao Qin had naturally finished work.

At this moment, the lights were still on in the Police Chief’s office.

Mother Zhou and Zhou Lan couldn’t sleep a wink, and upon hearing footsteps, Zhou Lan rushed to the door in three big strides.

She opened the door and exclaimed with joy, "Brother!"

Her eyes were red, and her tears swirled in her sockets.

"What’s wrong, mother is okay, right?"

Zhou Ping’an was taken aback.

He cursed inwardly.

With a flicker, he dashed into the office and immediately saw his mother standing up, using the small bed’s headboard as support, shakily walking towards the door.

"Mom’s fine, just worried about your mission, brother."

"Then what’s with that ghostly look? You gave me quite the scare."

Zhou Ping’an sighed deeply, rubbed Zhou Lan’s head until her hair turned into a bird’s nest, and then let go.

The tears in Zhou Lan’s eyes rolled, and miraculously withdrew.

Hugging Zhou Ping’an’s arm, she said with a giggly smile, "It just made me think of dad. If he were here, he’d definitely whip up several big dishes and have a good drink."

Zhou Changjun, though a scholarly sort, didn’t dare to touch a drop of alcohol while handling cases on normal days.

But the family knew his secret; he was quite fond of drinking.

Whenever something good happened, he would definitely find an excuse to drink up.

Moreover, he had a strange habit: once he started drinking, he couldn’t stop until he had completely knocked himself out.

So even Zhou Lan knew that when old dad began holding a glass, it was imperative to prepare his bed and a trash can in advance; she couldn’t be wrong about that.

"You both saw it."

With this said, Zhou Ping’an knew already.

He furrowed his brow slightly.

His gaze turned to the cell phone on the bedside, and even with the black screen, he could see a flood of messages coming through.

His mother and sister must have discovered his live stream early on; while he was fighting for life and death, the two of them must have been anxious and worried, more than anyone, from within the office.

Moreover, the bloody battle at the hospital entrance earlier, where it was a chaotic mess, and they didn’t say a word, keeping him in the dark.

They must have been reluctant to worry him.

"We saw."

The voice of Mother Zhou was unexpectedly calm.

"Walking by the river, how can one not wet their shoes? Even if you are very strong, you must be careful. Don’t rely on your abilities and take reckless risks."

"I know, Mom, don’t worry. If I really encounter danger, I’m sure I can run faster than anyone."

Zhou Ping’an said with a smile.

At this point, he could only follow his mother’s tone.

Even if he became as powerful as the Great Sage Equal to Heaven,

in his mother’s eyes, wasn’t he still a child? If she’s worried, she’ll still be worried.

"You do indeed run very fast. There were several times I didn’t even see how you ran before you disappeared."

As they talked about this, Mother Zhou obviously became interested, "Unlike your father, who has been in the Police Security for so many years, he cannot even run properly, let alone have any other abilities..."

"Dad’s talents were all invested in his intelligence, right? Let’s not talk about him. Mom, let me tell you, not only can I run very fast now, but guns might not even be able to aim at me accurately. And my defense is very strong too."

He couldn’t let her continue talking about his father. If she kept going, she would end up crying her eyes out.

Changing the subject, Zhou Ping’an, to prove how safe he was, picked up a fruit knife from the table next to him, turned the blade around, and thrust it down hard towards his sleeve-rolled arm.

"Ouch..."

"Don’t do it!"

Both his mother and little sister screamed out at the same time.

Pff...

The tip of the fruit knife landed on Zhou Ping’an’s arm, and under the force of the impact, the edge of the blade immediately bent and got completely misshapen.

Looking at Zhou Ping’an’s arm, there was only a faint white mark on the skin, without even a red line.

Mother Zhou held Zhou Ping’an’s arm and looked at it for a long time, finally having to admit that this kid’s skin was so tough that it couldn’t be pierced even with a needle.

With a flick of her hand, she thumped Zhou Ping’an on the forehead, laughing as she said:

"You silly child."

"You’re this old and still can’t behave. Auntie Zhang Da’s son had a baby last year, and this year, I heard his daughter-in-law is pregnant again. You..."

Upon hearing his mother starting with her matchmaking tales, Zhou Ping’an immediately deflated.

Meanwhile, Zhou Lan was covering her mouth and snickering on the side.

"Oh dear, lie down, Mom. You’re getting out of breath again, aren’t you? The doctor said you need to rest. Not only did I learn martial arts, but I also learned powerful acupuncture, which can relieve pain. I’ll give it a try later."

Although he gained many skills in another world, aside from the principle of securing his own safety and his martial arts,

the skill that Zhou Ping’an valued the most was the "Impermanence Needle Technique" he acquired from the Third Elder at the Baicao Hall, where he grew medicinal herbs.

This set of needle techniques, well,

if cultivated deeply, using death qi, one can perform the "Yanwang Needle," killing people invisibly.

But using life qi, it can turn the impermanence of life and death into predictability and heal people’s diseases; that truly aligns with his profession.

When in the different world, because he needed to cultivate all sorts of life-saving skills, the Ninth Turning of Wave Subduing Soft Strength, and Body Refining Techniques, were a priority.

He never cultivated the Impermanence Needle Technique using the overclocking ability of his brain.

But even just relying on his own insight and talent, he had cultivated it to the Second Level, where he could remove death qi and nurture vitality.

At this moment, it was impossible to use acupuncture to eliminate the source of sickness caused by the radiation mutation, but merely suppressing the pain and replenishing vitality to make the body healthier was not a difficult task.

He found the Silver Needle and performed acupuncture on his mother’s shoulders, elbows, and wrists.

The exact spots of the needles were not very important; the key was to regulate the flow of Qi. The use of the Impermanence Needle entailed that pulling one strand would animate the whole body, allowing Qi to circulate, filling the body with vitality. Even a person near death could be granted a little more time.

Mother Zhou watched her son busily at work, feeling peace and joy in her heart, especially comforted by the fulfillment of their longstanding vendetta which dispelled the weight she had carried for years.

As the needle penetrated her skin, for some reason she felt a warm sensation all over her body, and she fell asleep in no time.

The pain that had been constantly present, shadowing every moment, disappeared all at once...

"Sleep, Xiao Lan, you should also rest early. Studying is just a stepping stone, not the goal itself, being happy is what matters."

After tucking his mother in, Zhou Ping’an saw Zhou Lan ready to pull out her textbooks to do homework.

He couldn’t help but speak up again.

Over the years, he had come to understand.

In society, knowledge and education are needed, but not because knowledge itself is so important or education so valuable.

It is because, for a poor family without these things, even a slightly easier job is out of reach.

That is why everyone gets forced into this competitive rat race.

It’s an unavoidable necessity.

If everyone else is competing and you’re not, jobs like construction, food delivery, or manual labor are already reserved for you. Escaping this vicious cycle requires much more effort and hard work.

But now that he possessed such formidable strength, he was in a position to declare that he didn’t need to compete, nor did his family. Even if one were a fool, he could still afford to provide them with a good life without toiling day in and day out.

So why not live happily and not so arduously?

He tousled Xiao Lan’s hair, seeing his silly-faced younger sister still preparing to stay up late and cram, Zhou Ping’an smiled and didn’t say more.

Touching the long blade he carried on his back, he left the police chief’s office and headed straight into his senior sister Tang Tang’s office.

He was used to coming here often. Sometimes he would even take a nap in the small partition inside, feeling completely at ease as if there was nothing wrong with being there.

It was late, and Tang Tang led her team to raid the Poisonous Snake Society’s major revenue-generating venues.

She was enjoying her work, not wishing to rest, and likely wouldn’t finish until dawn.

Zhou Ping’an decided to make use of her office to improve his martial skills.

The research laboratory behind the "Hongxing Underground Boxing Gym" also began showing traces of its existence.

Thinking about Hiroshi Tanaka and individuals like Wang She’s transformations,

Zhou Ping’an felt he should be cautious and decided to further enhance his survival skills first— at the very least, to condition his body to be durable enough not to fear assault rifle bullets.

Since the "Three Battles," wilderness beasts and insects had mutated into all sorts of strange and bizarre abilities under the influence of radiation, and no one knew if the lab might produce some particularly eerie powers.

It was very necessary to take precautions against such unknown dangers.

His mother’s worries, although somewhat redundant, were in essence correct.

Looking at the over nine thousand three hundred Mind Wish Power Silk Threads in his mind,

Zhou Ping’an let out a long sigh, filled with satisfaction.