Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 189 - 164: Heart of a Jackal, Self-Amputation (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Pass)

Chapter 189: Chapter 164: Heart of a Jackal, Self-Amputation (Seeking Subscriptions, Seeking Monthly Pass)

"The direction of development in the two worlds is different, and it’s hard to say which one is more powerful."

Standing outside the spacious walls of the Half Mountain Villa, which spanned about a hundred acres, Zhou Ping’an sighed inwardly.

In terms of personal combat ability, it was definitely the Another World that was far stronger.

But when it came to the comfort of life and the intricacy of devices, Another World couldn’t catch up with modern society even if it spurred its horse.

Especially after the acquisition of the black technology from the Landis Ruins, in some aspects, the technology of the Zhuxia Federation had vastly leaped forward.

For instance, this defense network enclosing the entire yard.

Zhou Ping’an didn’t dare to break through it.

Even just quietly approaching, he felt a sense of overwhelming crisis surging in his heart.

"What is that?"

His vision was exceptionally good, and at that moment, he saw a small bat silently swoop into the vast estate.

Just as it tucked in its wings to descend, a faint purple light resembling a hair-thin thread appeared in the night sky.

Pfft...

The bat didn’t utter a sound before its tiny body was reduced to ashes within the purple radiance.

"Is this laser, or a particle ray..."

At this time, Zhou Ping’an felt that what he had learned at the East Forest Police Security Academy was not quite enough.

To the public, Police Security personnel may seem like the epitome of authority, enjoying great esteem.

But in the eyes of the real high-ranking officials,

they are just commoners at the bottom.

Surely, they had no access to secret information or to learn about high-end weaponry resources.

Zhou Ping’an didn’t feel that there was anything unfair about this.

Because, the world had always been this way, with people separated into various levels.

Especially after the great warfare, a more stringent class system emerged.

No one thought to challenge this order.

Those who dared entertain such thoughts were, without exception, either madmen or dead men.

Taihe Pharmaceuticals in Dongjiang City was considered one of the top corporations, fully qualified to cooperate with the government. During elections of legislators, they also had significant influence. Naturally, they belonged to the elite class.

Things that others couldn’t get their hands on, they might not necessarily fail to obtain.

Once you enter a certain circle,

all the good things naturally revolve around them for use.

Just like this defense network.

And also, the two places within the villa estate that Zhou Ping’an felt were extremely dangerous.

One was a living entity, the other, an inanimate object.

"Thank goodness I didn’t let senior sister join in, or dispatch personnel to launch a forceful attack.

How many people would have to die to take down the Chen Family’s villa?"

Zhou Ping’an stood under the shade of the trees, bathed in moonlight that cast his face in shifting shadows, yet in his heart, there was not a trace of impatience.

Because he found that all the things he had been worried about, Chen Ziwen was actively eliminating them.

"That’s very considerate of you, old iron."

In his right hand, he held a thin silver needle, continually weaving through the foliage and spinning silently, puncturing the air with fine shadows of light...

In his mind, strands of Mind Wish Power Silk Threads kept burning.

His brain remained in an Overclocking state.

Whether it was trailing Chen Ziwen or probing the opponent’s depths to see if there was a chance to catch them all in a single sweep, none of it prevented Zhou Ping’an from maintaining his cultivation status at any time.

He had never fought such a well-resourced battle.

From the afternoon until eight in the evening, he had accumulated thirty-three thousand five hundred likes.

It was foreseeable that this growth would continue for a while, sufficient for him to reach the Perfection of the Five Desires Demonic Technique and possibly even to perfect the King of Light’s Golden Body Technique.

Of course, he couldn’t neglect the "Life and Death Impermanence Needle Technique," a skill valuable for healing, saving lives, and killing people without a trace.

All were very useful talents, essential for establishing oneself in life.

Utilities were plentiful, only time was required, and Zhou Ping’an wasn’t too eager.

While "hunting", casually cultivating a bit to unwind was a necessary measure.

Otherwise, it would be too boring.

...

"Uncle Sandler, look what I have brought you."

After getting out of the car, Chen Ziwen, carrying a bottle of wine, found an elderly man with greying hair half-reclining on the couch in the living room, his tone cheery like a child’s.

Since he could remember,

Sandler had been serving the Chen Family.

This man, who was said to have forged a life-and-death friendship with the family patriarch Chen Guangyuan through battles, had witnessed Chen Ziwen and Chen Zike grow up. Sometimes stern, sometimes affectionate, he was treated like family.

Chen Ziwen was a bit mischievous and would occasionally commit indiscretions unbecoming of his status.

Sandler wouldn’t indulge him. In fact, he would truly lash out with a whip.

He whipped him until he wailed like a ghost, never showing mercy.

Oddly enough, for such matters, Chen Guangyuan generally allowed them to happen without concern about his child being beaten too harshly.

He often told his children that in facing Sandler, they should show him the same respect as they would their own father and treat him like a real uncle.

And Sandler proved worthy of this esteem.

Over the decades, he had saved Chen Guangyuan’s life more than ten times and had destroyed the power of seven competing forces, often exterminating entire clans.

It could be said that more than half of Taihe Pharmaceuticals’ multi-billion dollar assets were secured by Sandler’s hands.

The dense scars on his body were the testimony.

"Oh, Mike, you’re the thoughtful one, always knowing what I like," Sandler said cheerily.

Sandler, despite still having his old habits of speech, had clearly been assimilated by this land and appreciated obedient children.

Seeing Chen Ziwen hand over the alcohol, he couldn’t wait to flick off the wooden stopper and tilt his head back to drink half the bottle.

As the liquor traveled down his throat and turned into a thick, syrupy nectar, the strong, fiery sensation rose from his belly, reminding this old warrior, now over sixty, of the days filled with the chaos of war.

The bitterness was the same, as was the sweetness.

Memories from the past, with the passage of time, had started to fade.

Only this fine drink remained a constant flavor in his memories.

Impossible to forget even if he wanted to.

Sandler squinted, savoring the thirty-year-old apricot wine that was difficult to come by, when suddenly he felt an itch in his nose.

He rubbed his reddened, wine-stained nose and was about to say something when he noticed something odd about the touch. Half of his nose had fallen off with just a rub.

"Hmm..."

Sandler slowly looked up at Chen Ziwen, his eyes first filled with confusion, then sadness, and finally surging with furious rage and a desire to kill...

Ah...

With a roar, a bloody red mist rose from his body, and wisps of black air expanded outward like mist and smoke, forming a circle around him.

His right foot stamped the ground.

The living room sounded as if thunder had exploded.

His figure had already become a streak of afterimage, lunging forward at great speed.

Chen Ziwen only knew that their Uncle Sandler, who had merged with Mutant Black Panther genes by accident thirty years ago, possessed great strength.

Especially after years of relentless training and combat, his skills had become almost magical.

He would boast that even A-grade experts wouldn’t necessarily survive if they faced him.

Of course, everyone in the Chen family, including Chen Ziwen and his brothers, only took it as a story.

They thought he was bragging.

People in the circle all knew that a true A-grade expert wouldn’t stay in Dongjiang, not to mention that even in the provincial cities, where experts gathered, they would be among the top combatants.

What kind of A-grade expert would deign to live in a third-tier city, faithfully guarding a businessman day in and day out for decades?

It just didn’t make sense.

Furthermore, there was another reason.

As the Ferocious Beast Atlas became more comprehensive, it was generally believed that genetic modification, or being a Mutant, meant that innate genes determined everything.

Even if trained to the extreme, the limitations of common gene modifications such as those of the black panther, tiger, or grey wolf were already set.

It was simply a matter of being a bit faster or stronger.

Nothing truly remarkable.

At least, compared to the "Millipede gene" of the Gene Modifier "Number One" by his side, it was inherently weaker.

How much weaker?

The speed of the black panther might be fast, but not necessarily faster than the agility of the millipede.

The strength might be formidable, but compared to the fierce toxicity of the "Millipede," capable of dissolving the strongest alloy, it was hardly worth mentioning.

Of course, even if Chen Ziwen didn’t think that Uncle Sandler truly had A-grade strength, he was still very cautious, first lacing the wine with strong corrosive poison.

And after watching the other party drink the wine, he pretended to change shoes and retreated to the doorway, a distance of more than twenty meters away.

He even hid behind the driver, Li Zhong, and Number One, who was cloaked.

It couldn’t be said that he was being careless.

But seeing Sandler’s lunge, Chen Ziwen realized that he had still been somewhat negligent.

How far is twenty meters?

Forget twenty meters; he suspected that even if he had run fifty or a hundred meters, he would still be caught in an instant and easily have his head twisted off by Uncle Sandler.

The figure flickered and was already in front of him.

In the midst of a sweeping gale, the living room door burst open with a bang, the impact scattering brick and stone fragments wildly, and the myriad of tiny particles shot out like a torrential downpour.

The driver, Li Zhong, who was also a tough and battle-hardened man, didn’t even grunt as the scattering brick and stone shards pierced his body, creating thirty to forty small bloody holes.

His entire body collapsed like a deflated rag doll, a pile of broken flesh.

Behind him, the person in the cloak’s chest burst open, innumerable tiny limbs shooting out like arrows, and a large plume of dark purple mist formed a shield in front.

He had just blocked a wave of stone shrapnel when he was faced with a fist.

Bang...

It pierced through hundreds of limbs, shattered his chest cavity, and nearly split his body in two.

Chen Ziwen was so frightened that he kept retreating, stopping only after stumbling back more than a dozen steps and falling to the ground, his face filled with shock.

Before he could beg for mercy, he saw the divine-like figure of Uncle Sandler, with his snowy white hair, fluttering like snowflakes in the wind.

His flesh began to melt like softened mush, flowing towards the ground as if it were a candle that had burned to its end.

"This is the corrosive toxicity of the centipede; indeed, innate talent suppresses everything. Xiao Wen, you’re too impatient; I hope you won’t regret this..."

Sandler’s disintegrating eyes drooped, and there was a tinge of sorrow in his pupils. This was the child he had watched grow up, and indeed he was wolfish by nature, impossible to nurture properly.

Yet, to be so vicious to his own kin...

It was just uncertain if he could bear the consequences.

With that thought, Sandler closed his eyes, his spirit relaxed, and his body collapsed into a lump of bloody mush.

The toxicity extracted from the "Millipede" Gene Modifier was excessively powerful, and not something a flesh-and-blood body could withstand.

Even a master like Sandler, caught completely unawares and having ingested it, couldn’t bear it.

He was only capable of throwing one punch before his genes collapsed and his body melted away.

"Aunt, brother, here I am. Are you happy, are you surprised?"

Looking at the hole in "Number One’s" chest, which had already healed in just a few breaths.

Chen Ziwen looked up toward Madam Wang and his half-brother from a different mother, Chen Zike, who had appeared nearby after hearing the noise, and he was ecstatic.

...

Seeking Monthly Pass.