Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 204 - 177: The Three Saints’ Unique Skill, The Spider Feeds

Chapter 204: Chapter 177: The Three Saints’ Unique Skill, The Spider Feeds

Dongjiang, the port.

A giant ship, with the sound of its horn, slowly approached the shore.

On the dock, a line of vehicles was parked, and the Chairman of Taihe Pharmaceuticals stood in the wind, waiting quietly...

His gaze was intensely and crazily fixed on every person disembarking from the cruise ship.

"Chairman, actually, there’s no need for you to wait here. My receiving them is enough.

You and the Governor sitting and waiting at Green Water Villa to meet them would already be a great honor for them."

A middle-aged man beside him looked a bit unsightly.

Indeed, Eternal Life Group was a behemoth, but the ones arriving this time were just some operational staff, not even regional agents. What made them worthy of Taihe Pharmaceutical’s Chairman waiting so deferentially?

"You don’t understand, there is no more Taihe now,"

Chen Guangyuan’s voice carried a trace of desolation, and he spoke as if he was sleepwalking.

The old family house had been destroyed, and the staff left to guard it were nearly all dead or injured.

This loss, he reckoned he could afford.

But the way the wind was blowing outside seemed quite off-kilter.

In the past when there was any news that threw mud at Taihe Pharmaceuticals, the relevant departments would immediately step in to block it, not to mention exposing the truth about genetic transformation and directly associating it with Taihe Company.

What did this prove?

It proved that some people had already started to change their tune, getting ready to abandon their Taihe Pharmaceuticals.

Although this hadn’t been put into action immediately, he already had a bad premonition.

He had no choice.

"Pushing for full alliance with Eternal Life Group, even the Dongjiang authorities wouldn’t want to offend such foreign powers. They’re still hoping for both sides to cooperate, striving for mutual development, heh..."

As long as the plan succeeds.

Not only will I successfully wear another layer of tiger skin, but I’ll also be able to eliminate the thorns in my side and take my revenge, by the way.

Over seventy years old.

Chen Guangyuan no longer had the ambition of his younger days.

He just wanted to live a bit more comfortably for the rest of his life, to live a little longer, to vent the resentment in his heart.

He believed that his gift would be weighty enough for the people from Eternal Life Group to take him seriously.

"They’re here."

Although Chen Guangyuan’s eyes were somewhat cloudy, and he occasionally suffered from tears in the wind, his eyesight had always been excellent.

From afar, he saw two rows of black-suited men clearing the way on the cruise ship, followed by a young man in a white suit with golden hair and a bright smile.

This man, chiseled like a sculpture and with fair and handsome skin, walked in the center like a prince from a major Western country. His composure made all the bodyguards around him seem lesser by comparison.

One couldn’t help but be unable to shift their gaze away from him.

Of course, aside from this young man in white.

Another person, who appeared immediately after him, was also particularly eye-catching.

This was a woman who was mature like a ripe fruit, wearing a black strapless evening dress that swayed as she walked, with green eyes and red hair, her entire being like a dark and passionate flame.

Wherever her gaze went, a collective gasp could be heard.

Chen Guangyuan reached into his coat, touching a small Jade Box in the inner pocket, and felt a bit more settled.

He stepped forward with a smile and said, "That’s Paul and Elena. Let’s go up and welcome them."

No sooner had he spoken these words.

Among the movers on the dock, someone suddenly shouted, "Eternal Life Group’s foreign dogs, we’ve been waiting for you for a long time."

More than ten workers, from beneath their bulging uniforms, pulled out long and short guns. With the flash of gunfire, bullets rained down like a storm on the group.

Atop a huge container, two men and a woman leaped down, each wielding a blade. With a thunderous sound, they charged toward Paul and the others from the side.

"Shit..."

The young man in the golden hair and white suit, faced with the sudden storm of bullets, cursed loudly, crossed his hands in front of his chest, formed a cross to block, and his skin began to glow with a faint gold, as if painted with a layer of gold paint.

The bullets that struck him sparked as they were deflected.

Pushed back by the force, he stepped back three or four steps. His face, which had been extremely angry just a second ago, became very solemn, and he began to recite a prayer.

"Merciful Father, Your gaze sees all, may everyone receive Your redemption..."

His voice was like a murmur. The scene was chaotic, and it should have been hard to hear clearly.

But Chen Guangyuan, watching from afar, found that the young man’s prayers seemed to reach deep into his own soul.

All the wrongs he had done in the past echoed in his mind, and like venomous snakes, they bit at his soul. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of despair, with the urge to kneel before the man and beg for redemption.

Chen Guangyuan knew something was wrong, and he bit his tongue hard, filling his mouth with blood, which brought his mind back to clarity.

Only to see that his assistant had already started crying and crawling forward.

Similar symptoms were apparent in dozens of others.

Certainly, the worst affected were the group of rugged workers who had suddenly attacked.

The madness within his eyes had vanished; now he seemed like a docile little lamb, devoid of fighting spirit, his face full of submission and admiration...

Dongjiang stood afar, and the main focus of the opponent was not on his side.

Yet even so, he had already been affected.

Now fully alert, his heart pounded a few times upon witnessing the scene before him, his forehead drenched in sweat.

There were rumors of three unique skills possessed by the Golden Knight Paul: first was the "Holy Armor," second the "Sacred Words," and third the "Holy Bug."

Having just witnessed the miraculous power of the "Holy Armor" and "Sacred Words," he had no idea what sort of attack the Holy Bug would embody.

Seeing Paul’s methods, Dongjiang had to admire them.

The genetic transformation techniques of the Eternal Life Group were indeed far superior to those of Zhuxia.

On his side, the application of genetic technology was still stuck at the stage of bestiality, while the other side had already begun to explore the divine phase.

Fusing the physical body and the spirit at a special frequency, creating miracles...

Under such technology, it was no wonder that the governing authorities of the Pan-Me Federation fell so quickly and were now openly supporting the transformation technology, no longer heeding the voice of the people.

He grabbed his assistant, whose spirit was on the verge of collapse, and slapped him hard several times to wake him up, looking towards Paul with a grave expression.

Then, he indeed witnessed the scene he expected to see.

The young man in the white suit with blond hair opened his mouth and spewed out three semi-golden beetles.

These beetles had wings, and as soon as they appeared, they transformed into streaks of light and entered the bodies of the three men and women brandishing swords.

Those three were exceptionally fast and strong; as they charged, the burly men in black suits trying to stop them were blown apart. Their bodies lost strength mere moments after their swords were brandished.

Two men with tiger and leopard prints on their faces had huge, gaping holes blasted through their chests, falling to the ground without uttering a sound, dead.

A woman dressed in a fiery-red qipao clutched at her chest, struggling in obvious pain. After a few breaths, the red glow that had emerged behind her faded away. She obediently lowered her head and walked up to Paul, performing a grand salute, and astonishingly, not a trace of hostility remained in her eyes, only adoration.

"Good, I do like such wild mares; tonight I won’t be lonely," Paul said, caressing the face of the woman in the fiery-red qipao, a hint of lasciviousness flashing in his eyes. "These guys from the Resistance Organization are all tough nuts to crack, truly indefensible. However, they also care most about their reputation.

If others were to see the high and mighty [Fire Phoenix] wailing under me, it should be quite an interesting sight."

"Paul, you’re still as disgusting as ever. These people have all undergone alienation and are abundant in primordial force. If you don’t want them, then I won’t be polite," the red-haired woman in the black dress said with a coquettish laugh.

"I was about to dedicate her to Miss Elena; please, help yourself," Paul replied.

Amidst speaking, the stunningly beautiful Elena shuddered, and from beneath her black dress, eight long legs emerged. In a few bounds, she reached the center of the dock. Opening her mouth, she spat out several strands of spider silk that shot towards the workmen in utility clothing like flowing light, piercing into their foreheads.

Elena’s eyes were filled with satisfaction, humming contentedly.

Visibly, those utility-clad men all turned into skin and bones, whatever she had sucked out of them unknown.

After a while, the woman’s skirt fluttered lightly, and her eight legs retracted. She said with a beaming smile, "The genetic primordial energy of this land is somewhat unique, particularly rich and robust. It seems that my strength will be able to greatly advance once more."

She looked around at the crowd as if she saw them as juicy pieces of meat, her eyes igniting like flames.

...

"My dear friend, from afar, I can already smell the scent of the treasure on you. There won’t be any accidents this time, right?" Paul said.

Paul did not pay attention to the Black Widow’s feeding habits, as watching it too much would not only stop being appealing, but also felt slightly nauseating.

His gaze fixated on Chen Guangyuan in the distance, his nose twitching lightly, "Holy Soil, I smell the scent of Holy Soil."

"No need to hurry, Mr. Paul; what’s meant to be yours, will always be yours. I wonder if you have brought the thing I want," Dongjiang advised with a seasoned presence.

Even if he saw Paul and Elena displaying such bizarre and formidable capabilities, Dongjiang didn’t show the slightest sign of weakness.

He knew that the more one seeks from another, the more one must put on airs.

The more you belittle yourself, the less others will value you.

He had understood this truth many years ago.

Although Turbulent Times was no longer what it used to be and no longer possessed anything of worth for the other party to consider.

His heart was indeed wavering at this moment, but for his own goals, sometimes he had to put on a brave front.

"Alright, the guest follows the host’s lead..."

At this moment, Paul displayed true gentlemanly grace.

After exchanging formalities, they paid no mind to the military personnel who had come to collect the bodies and headed straight for Green Water Villa.

Upon reaching his living room, Chen Guangyuan unexpectedly found that some staff from the Governing House and the Foreign Affairs Office had already left, which did not surprise him in the least.

He supposed that the sudden attack at the dock had made these people feel somewhat unsafe.

The scheduled meeting had been postponed.

Those people had always been very cautious.

Chen Guangyuan had seen through it over the years.

Once in the living room, tea was served.

He didn’t delay further.

He took out the small jade box from his bosom, placed it on the table, and gently opened it.