Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 202 - 176: He Who Ties the Bell Must Untie It, The Tiger Is Also Considered a Person

Chapter 202: Chapter 176: He Who Ties the Bell Must Untie It, The Tiger Is Also Considered a Person

At that moment,

Gu Xiping’s phone rang.

The old man, dressed in somewhat old-fashioned attire and seemingly conservative in manner, adhered to the attitude that there’s nothing he couldn’t discuss openly, and answered the call in front of several others in the office.

"Brother Wei," he said, "with your busy schedule, I won’t disturb you now. We can gather another day... another day."

"No, it’s just a small matter. When I need help, I’ll surely trouble you."

"That young man from the Zhao Family, haha, it’s true that he can’t be cured.

It’s not that I’m shirking responsibility; poison is easy to cure, but yin and yang are difficult to balance...

Let me put it this way, according to Western medicine, he’s not sick at all, just congenitally frail, and no medication works on him.

If we were to explain it in terms of traditional Chinese medicine, it would be that the yin energy has overwhelmed the yang energy. Yet, the last trace of yang energy is exceptionally robust; that lamp refuses to be snuffed out. Don’t worry, there’s no risk to his life."

"What? Zhao Shirong has already set out with the Qinghe Combat Team along the Li River route...? Then I take back what I said; it’s not that there’s no danger to his life—it’s hopeless."

"...Untying the bell requires the person who tied it. The Zhao Family is accustomed to acting arrogantly and has its own way of doing things. Listen to me, Brother Wei, stay out of this if you can. This matter is troublesome."

After finishing the call, Gu Xiping’s brows furrowed slightly, his mood suddenly turning a bit sour.

Ma Hongshen curiously asked, "You’re not even willing to pay homage to Wei Changhe’s status, it seems like you’ve encountered a tricky situation. Is it really that difficult to cure?"

"It’s not about difficulty; it’s that it simply shouldn’t be cured..."

"The Zhao Family acts tyrannically, coveting good things, not realizing they’ve hit a tough nail. Considering how things are unfolding, they’re bound to get their brains bashed in. Why would I, full from eating and nothing better to do, rush to get involved, only to end up splattered with blood? When that happens, where could I even go to complain?"

Gu Xiping gave a mysterious smile, took a long breath, and thought to himself that it had nothing to do with him since he was just here to "take on a disciple."

"So it’s that matter. Indeed, it’s something one shouldn’t meddle in. Man schemes, and so does the tiger... It’s all down to skill. However, I’ve heard some news and am wondering if I should do a favor. Those charlatans from Eternal Life Group are almost in Dongjiang..."

"Do you need to do them a favor? That’s [King Yan], and when King Yan orders someone’s death at midnight, they can’t live until morning. Let’s just see how that young man fares. If he can’t even handle this little matter, wouldn’t the trip to Dongjiang have been a waste?"

Gu Xiping said teasingly.

It wasn’t to mock anyone.

Rather, it was his genuine belief.

With the reputation and behind-the-scenes influence of Zhuxia University, he knew far more than the average person.

For instance, the sudden improvement in Mother Zhou’s health condition.

Wu Lele’s current physical state.

Granny Wang, a teacher at Spring Breeze Kindergarten, had bone cancer that surprisingly improved dramatically overnight.

Fang Xiaoyu, the congenitally deaf and mute eight-year-old at 109 Peiyuan Road, unexpectedly began to call out for his mother.

Uncle Tong, the sixty-year-old chef at the end of Peiyuan Road, started to recover from his hemiplegia two days ago, and was today even able to take a stroll in the yard...

If it were an isolated case, Gu Xiping wouldn’t have paid it any attention.

There are countless illnesses in the world, and the human body is mysterious; sometimes, due to a change of mood, it aligns mysteriously with the vitality of the cosmos and inadvertently starts to heal.

However, so many people, with wildly different and unique conditions, all improving within a day or two,

Is no coincidence.

And think about their identities...

The reality of the situation was already laid out before him.

Granny Wang was a teacher at Zhou Ping’an’s Youyuan Garden, who had always treated him well.

Fang Xiaoyu’s father had died on duty with Zhou Changjun three years ago.

Their family was in a dire situation.

Yet, Uncle Tong was a good man.

When Zhou Changjun died, and Mother Zhou fell ill, Uncle Tong took the lead in managing the funeral with a few others, lending money and providing help.

Some things, done in secret so that others wouldn’t find out, didn’t mean that no one knew.

Gu Xiping also knew more.

It was about Yao Zhenbang, lying in the hospital with his eyes and mouth askew.

And how exactly he fell ill.

As well as the current condition of Zhao Shiying, the Deputy Director of Dongjiang Special Affairs Office, who has been hanging on by a thread, neither living nor dying.

"With a heart of compassion and the hands of a vajra, anyone who meets such a person is bound to be startled. That Zhao boy didn’t even bother to learn the facts and rashly provoked trouble.

He even mobilized his family’s power to seize what he wanted, as if he’s not worried about dying fast enough, and prematurely reported to the Linhai Special Affairs Office to get the green light..."

Gu Xiping silently shook his head, at a loss as to what that kid was thinking.

Ma Hongyu, now understanding the situation, chuckled and said:

"Could it be that, he didn’t grasp the value of the Sword Technique and movement technique demonstrated at Hongxing Guild Hall? Even Shen Yanguang, the old fox, has been avoiding involvement. Does he think his influence is greater...?"

But on further contemplation,

Those who had blind faith in genetic engineering as Evolved Humans truly did not have a keen eye and often disdained Ancient Martial Arts.

It was normal for them not to understand.

However, anyone who had earnestly practiced Traditional Martial Arts and weaponry for three to five years would know the level of skill when someone wields a sword; how they seal off eight directions and divide yin from yang.

And what level of Fist Technique cultivation does it take to be able to predict and evade bullets as if foreseeing them?

Let’s not even talk about whether their strength was extraordinary or not.