Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 199 - 173: Flower King, Zhou, King of Hell

Chapter 199: Chapter 173: Flower King, Zhou, King of Hell

The rain was relentless.

The wind, carrying a hint of moisture, blew in from the open window.

Zhou Ping’an glanced at his phone; it was already eight o’clock.

The living room table held the breakfast that his sister had bought—soft buns and warm, thin porridge, both perfect for swallowing.

Day five in the modern world.

So ordinary and fulfilling.

Even a rainy day could feel cozy and tranquil.

While having breakfast, he looked around the empty villa and felt an indescribable laziness and comfort engulf his whole body.

’I can finally catch my breath...’

Now promoted to inspector, he no longer needed to rush to clock in at the Police Security Bureau every day. Being the boss of the Third Group, he could arrange his schedule as he pleased with just any excuse...

This job was starting to be a bit fun.

That’s why everyone wants to be the boss.

Rules are made by oneself, do whatever one wants...

And occasionally get to nag subordinates a bit.

While ordering around others who worked diligently, the feeling was not too bad.

He only had three buns and a bowl of thin porridge.

Zhou Ping’an stood up and stretched, feeling as if he hadn’t eaten at all.

Still empty inside.

The food he had just swallowed turned into a wisp of light smoke, instantly transforming into energy, making him feel as if he had taken a Qi-Blood Pill.

"This demonic cultivation technique might be tailor-made for me; perhaps what suits me best is not some Daoist Qi Cultivation Technique, but Demon Cultivation."

Yesterday, he cleared the southern city’s biological experiment base and got quite a bit.

Perhaps it was because the transformed monster was too shocking for the online viewers, he experienced for the first time what it was like when Mind Threads surged like a tide.

"One hundred sixty-six thousand Mind Threads obtained in one go, I didn’t expect that."

Together with the remaining eighteen thousand threads, Zhou Ping’an now had a total of one hundred eighty-four thousand Mind Threads...

Having accumulated so many, he felt free to use them; he cultivated overnight and finally broke through the ’Appetite’ stage of the ’Five Desires Evil Art’ Fourth Realm.

This time, it took six and a half hours and consumed about eighty thousand threads to break through the ’Appetite’ stage.

Indeed, the further he went, the harder it was to break through, and the greater the consumption.

However, the power he gained was proportionate to the difficulty, making the expenditure worthwhile.

After that experience, Zhou Ping’an found his appetite had increased.

Not just in the simple sense of being able to eat a lot.

But rather a feeling.

Even if he continued to eat endlessly, he could digest it all.

Eating a lot was one thing.

He just tested it with three meat buns and a big bowl of rice porridge, and it brought him an unparalleled sweet comfort. Moreover, it didn’t waste even a bit of energy.

Ordinary ingredients provided the enjoyment akin to dragon liver and phoenix marrow and had the effect of a Ten-Perfect Tonic Pill.

Even with his current strength, he felt his physical body gained a bit, becoming slightly stronger.

This was somewhat unbelievable.

’That’s something else; I always worried about not having enough medicinal pills, but now after mastering the Appetite stage, one pill gives the effect of ten. Why should I worry about not advancing fast enough in my cultivation?’

Zhou Ping’an sighed.

Feeling thoroughly satisfied.

This enhancement was not only an increase in digestion ability and the efficiency of extracting energy from food, he could also control his appetite—eat whenever he wanted, and if not, he could go without food for ten or fifteen days.

It was merely a matter of consuming his own body’s energy.

Compared to the "rumination" capability of an old ox, it was many times more powerful.

This cultivation technique, when practiced to a profound level, hardly seemed like martial arts anymore; the term "demonic" aptly described its magical effects.

At the same time, the strength of his physical constitution had also improved significantly, surpassing the previous level of 60 times that of an ordinary person.

According to a rough estimate, his constitution should have reached about 80 times that of a normal person now.

This could not be tested; it was just a conviction.

However, with the current sharpness of Zhou Ping’an’s mind, the estimation should be fairly accurate.

He stretched out his palm to look at his still fair and evenly proportioned hand.

He couldn’t help but click his tongue in wonder.

"Who would have thought that my physique could become so strong?

Unmutated ferocious beasts, even tigers and elephants, would seem as if made of tofu compared to my body."

"I wonder, compared to those wild beasts that need artillery to kill, who is stronger, them or my body?"

Zhou Ping’an quietly delighted himself for a while, his mind spreading in all directions.

As expected, the range of his mental search had increased from the original 60-meter radius to something even further.

An 80-meter radius, all clear as day.

From his villa to the guardhouse, every detail was visible.

Sitting at home, he could control a piece of the world.

"This is my true trump card."

Zhou Ping’an washed the dishes, tidied up his clothes, closed the villa door gently, and slowly walked outside.

Be it video or live streaming.

He had always controlled the display of his strength, keeping it around five or six thousand jin.

At most, he had revealed the Ghost Shadow Body Technique, the Wave Subduing Blade Technique, and the Ninth Level Wave Stacking.

In terms of strength, it wouldn’t exceed the imagination of the average person...

As for the sword technique and movement technique, exposing these skill-based techniques was not an issue.

There are hardly a few people who could understand them, and even if someone did, it wouldn’t seem strange.

Because in this world, the pursuit is to use tools to exert ten times the force with just one part strength.

If he was so capable in combat, others would just think he was extraordinarily talented.

Martial arts geniuses are often beyond conventional reasoning.

Neither would it be like genetic modification—bizarre and frightening to others.

"When everyone believes that my strength is just that, that’s when I’m truly safe.

Of course, there will inevitably be some who fail to understand the situation and come searching for death... but what does that matter? At least it’s safe."

Since receiving a Broken Mirror from Master Dong.

Zhou Ping’an keenly sensed that this was the greatest opportunity of his life.

All along, he had been wary of others spying on and coveting what he had.

Only now did he finally feel confident enough to declare, "I’m not worried."

He had fully gained the confidence needed to protect what he had achieved.

As for the remaining one hundred thousand Mind Wish Power Silk Threads.

Zhou Ping’an was in no hurry to expend them.

"First, I must master the Life and Death Impermanence Needle Technique to completion," he thought.

The Needle Technique’s seventh level, the Life and Death Realm, required understanding as well as practical application.

Merely using Power of Wishes to overclock the brain wouldn’t suffice; although his mind understood, his hands couldn’t keep up just yet, but there was no rush.

There was still time, he could practice slowly.

Meanwhile, the King of Light’s Golden Body Technique," Zhou Ping’an temporarily set aside.

Advancing to the Seventh Level of the Golden Body Realm was a major hurdle, requiring more energy accumulation.

Having not found any particularly good medicines, and this place not being like Another World with its abundant supply of Precious Medicine, he wasn’t in a hurry to break through.

Lest he wore himself to the bone.

"That being said, my influence is still too small.

Otherwise, by leveraging various connections to find Precious Medicines and rare materials of the modern world, I could replenish my bodily energy in minutes," he reasoned.

Thinking of his own status and position,

Zhou Ping’an’s mind stirred.

He wondered what those people would think after the battle at the research base?

Would they promote him, or keep him at arm’s length?

He would take steps as they came.

...

From a distance, he saw a small white car slowly approaching.

A radiant smile beamed from a charming face, right in front of him.

Master Sister Tang Tang looked in great spirits and health today.

It was indeed the vigor of joyous events.

The battle the previous day had benefited not only Zhou Ping’an but also Tang Tang. As deputy captain handling the everyday affairs of the Special Combat Squad, she was still under evaluation.

Having achieved a lot in her first mission in command, she had likely secured her position.

Her visit to Zhou Ping’an was prearranged.

"Today you can’t let me win, let’s have a good fight, so I can see the real gap between us," Tang Tang said with full confidence.

Where her confidence came from, he had no idea.

"Sure, I definitely won’t hold back."

Zhou Ping’an knew that with women, sometimes you had to interpret their words in reverse.

Even straightforward ones like Master Sister, after being made to cry, were hard to console.

He would have to be careful later, stronger than her but just by a bit, winning narrowly, and must sweat a little on his forehead.

That would be difficult.

Engaging Master Sister in close combat required careful consideration of many aspects.

Definitely couldn’t go messing with the headlights.

Couldn’t even touch the peach...

It highly tested his skills.

Upon entering the Public Security Martial Arts Gym in the eastern sector, they changed into comfortable martial attire and walked through the exit, immediately seeing many people training fervently.

They hadn’t gone far,

when someone saluted, "Captain Tang, good day."

"Captain Tang also came to join in the activities, huh?"

"Captain, there’s a spot free over here... make way, don’t you have any sense? Over there, lay the mats thicker to avoid any bumps or bruises for the captain."

Tang Tang looked around, stifling a laugh, and sneaked a glance at Zhou Ping’an with a sly sparkle in her eyes, revealing her inward delight.

See, I’m quite popular.

Respected and loved by so many.

No wonder she was happy.

Back when she was the leader of the Third Group, she was the kind to be respectfully avoided—though not treated like a plague, it wasn’t far off.

In principle, a "Flower King" like her would definitely attract endless suitors, plunging headlong into the fray.

In a system where it is rare to see such a beauty, why would the riches be allowed to flow into others’ fields? Who wouldn’t be tempted?

But ever since several got beaten till even their mothers couldn’t recognize them, there were basically no more challengers.

Instead, there were various nasty rumors.

Such as,

She got her position through backdoors.

She was a lesbian.

Or that she secretly kept a boy toy.

Her lifestyle was improper, and so forth...

It took Tang Tang a long time to get over it.

The ecology of the workplace was blunt and unadorned; there was nowhere to direct her anger.

Now, however, the situation had completely reversed.

Who would dare to talk back to their own superior?

The traditional customs of Zhuxia didn’t allow it.

Thus, what she saw was a completely different scene.

As for Zhou Ping’an,

as he walked, his expression gradually turned somber.

"That’s Zhou, King of Hell; don’t look at him—do you not value your life?"

"Yeah, that guy’s really severe."

"Think about Yao Zhenbang, who’s still lying in the hospital, face all crooked. Do you want to end up like him?"

"I haven’t offended him, what’s there to fear?"

"Taihe’s Chen Family, the Half Mountain Villa were all razed, and yet no one ever troubles him. Think about that, think carefully."

Truly,

it wasn’t their too-loud whispers to blame.

It was just that Zhou Ping’an’s hearing was too good.

No matter how far away or softly spoken, whether it was breath voices or lip-reading, he would hear and see them all.

Even the emotions in others’ eyes, he could almost always guess right.

"I can’t live like this any longer,"

Zhou Ping’an smiled awkwardly as he watched the people courteously passing by Tang Tang, making a wide detour around him.

Thus, he realized that he should no longer come back to the Police Security Martial Arts Gym.

However, since he was here today,

he couldn’t just leave outright.

That wouldn’t be very appropriate.