Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 242 - 212: Spirit Demons Invasion, Eyes in the Dark

Chapter 242: Chapter 212: Spirit Demons Invasion, Eyes in the Dark

It’s no wonder that Lin Huaiyu could no longer contain her curiosity.

Compared to the speed of Zhou Ping’an’s cultivation,

she reflected on her own years of diligent practice, which took her a full ten years to reach this point.

That made her feel like a complete fool.

"Actually, it’s the Bead I mentioned to you," he said.

Zhou Ping’an tugged at the red silk cord around his neck.

There was no point in hiding it.

The cord had been woven for him personally by the Third Miss.

On some level, his relationship with Lin Huaiyu was between that of family and dao companions, supporting each other as they moved forward.

They had both lived through their fair share of life-and-death situations.

Therefore, as long as he could explain clearly, he would basically never resort to lies or deception.

"The Yin Spirit Bead, huh? The Bead chooses its master, and even if I wanted to borrow its power, I wouldn’t be able to use it," he explained.

Lin Huaiyu’s expression fell at once.

She was so envious.

Just by collecting some herbs he had obtained the Yin Spirit Bead, and according to Zhou Ping’an, it even housed an extremely powerful specter.

"Regarding the matter of Yin Family Village, you still need to consider it thoroughly, Brother Zhou,

It’s not about the issue with Cui Guangling; if he really is the Prefectural Governor, you’re bound to confront him eventually; it doesn’t hurt to plan ahead.

The main concern is the Yin Family Village. The surname Yin is actually quite taboo in this dynasty.

You should never mention it to others. If it causes any trouble down the line, it wouldn’t be good."

"How so?"

Zhou Ping’an wasn’t very familiar with the history of this world,

so seeing Lin Huaiyu speak with such caution, he couldn’t help but ask a few more questions.

"You know, the Great Yu Dynasty was established five hundred years ago. The founding emperor rose from obscurity at a time when the entire world was in chaos, and warlords were vying for power...

The historical records say that five hundred years ago, the common people suffered ten to a hundred times more than they do now."

Zhou Ping’an didn’t interject, just listened quietly.

He wasn’t clear about that period in history, but he could guess from Lin Huaiyu’s expression

that the world of that time was likely not just about bureaucratic corruption and the rise of war—it was probably more complicated.

"One of the greatest mistakes of the Great Zhou Dynasty at that time was their perverse activities, but even worse was the fact that the royal family found a Reincarnation Book and tried to live a second life...

As a result, somehow, they connected to a place beyond this world that was not supposed to exist, leading to a series of strange incidents and the appearance of Yin spirits."

"Yin spirits?"

Zhou Ping’an, recalling the seemingly real illusion of Yin Family Village and thinking of the "Yin Cai’er" in the Yin Spirit Bead, with whom he had yet to communicate, finally understood what Lin Huaiyu was talking about.

Since arriving in this world, he had been confined to the small scope of Qingyang City.

Qingyang City was relatively stable, and no one there talked about the events of five hundred years ago, though he did occasionally hear some strange incidents from the outside world.

Zhou Ping’an had typically dismissed such talk as superstitions of the ignorant, and hadn’t taken it seriously.

Only now, after hearing Lin Huaiyu explain historical rumors, did he realize that this world differed from his original one and couldn’t be judged by his previous standards.

In this world, legends of beings like Divine Martial who lived for thousands of years were common.

So, it wasn’t too odd to have a few more bizarre events and malicious Yin spirits.

"That is to say, the Great Zhou Dynasty was quite unlucky. Even after its downfall, it’s still being cursed by people..."

Zhou Ping’an could imagine how much hatred and resentment from the masses the Great Zhou royal family must have provoked with such a big mess, leading to their ultimate and inevitable destruction.

"It’s not so much about the misfortune of Great Zhou. It seems like a set rule that at the end of a dynasty, disaster stars descend, bringing chaos to the world. Just like thirteen hundred years ago, even during the height of the Great Xia Dynasty, didn’t they also unleash the disaster named ’Starry Sky’?"

"Starry Sky?"

Zhou Ping’an’s face showed a touch of embarrassment.

He hadn’t heard of that either.

It looked like he needed to catch up on the history of this world when he had time.

It was rather embarrassing not to know these things in front of the Third Miss.

"Testing me, Brother Zhou? This is not beyond me," Lin Huaiyu responded with confidence.

"When the ’Starry Sky’ disaster happened, numerous stars descended to the world, each establishing their sects and passing down their teachings, with immortals and gods clashing fiercely. During that time, Divine Martial Realm practitioners were as common as the earth, and it was said that even the sky was nearly shattered..."

Lin Huaiyu’s gaze became distant as she spoke, evidently regretting that she hadn’t been born in an era where she could measure herself against those boundless and powerful "stars."

Now that the lineage had been scattered, and masters were rare,

just finding a Treasure Manuscript level mental method for Condensing Qi into Dan required a long and perilous journey.

If it were the end of the Great Xia period, perhaps such martial arts wouldn’t even be prized for cultivation, would they?

"’Starry Sky’, ’Times of Yin Turmoil’, it was those times that gave rise to the Great Zhou and Great Yu Dynasties.

Now, as we’re in a time of a dynasty’s decline and the world is in chaos, could it be that some earth-shattering events are about to emerge?"

Back in school, his teachers always preached not to let one’s thinking become rigid, that the most valuable trait was creativity,

encouraging him to think freely and expansively...

For some reason, his thoughts turned to the ’Blood Shadow Divine Skill’ from the illusion of Yin Family Village—it didn’t quite fit with the current martial arts system.

Turning one’s body into Blood Shadow, refining into the Blood God, enhancing cultivation by absorbing fresh blood.

This hardly resembled martial arts.

Not even Demonic Cultivation was this strange and eerie.

Could it be another monster outbreak?

"Yes..."

Lin Huaiyu was momentarily startled upon hearing this, stopped eating, and her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, "I did hear some rumors a few days ago, claiming that in the far West, there were spirit demons possessing people..."

"According to those merchants who travel beyond the borders into the wild lands, in the northwest, a large number of small tribes have been devoured whole by monsters.

It scared those merchants so much that for a long time, they dared not venture out beyond the fortifications..."

Lin Huaiyu’s expression suddenly changed, "Right, not long after, there were reports of northern barbarians invading. They said this time the barbarian soldiers were unlike before, much more brutal and terrifying, and even cannibals. Some people have started calling them ’Demonic Barbarians’..."

The two exchanged glances, thinking this could really be the kind of calamity that occurs at the end of a dynasty.

"Could it be yet another spirit demon invasion?"

Zhou Ping’an chuckled twice, but then he could not continue laughing.

Don’t say it.

It was indeed possible.

...

"Sir, would you like to add more wine and dishes?"

As the two were quietly discussing the matter, the waiter’s knock on the door came from down the hallway.

So they stopped talking about it.

"Come in."

The waiter promptly brought the hot dishes and served the drinks, bowed his head, and said, "Enjoy your meal," before retreating.

"Not right."

Once the waiter’s footsteps faded away.

Zhou Ping’an put down his chopsticks.

"The look in that waiter’s eyes was very odd; it seemed like he recognized me."

A faint trace of surprise flickered in Lin Huaiyu’s eyes.

She also sensed something amiss.

While drinking and dining indoors, naturally, they would not be wearing veils and bamboo hats again.

She thought it couldn’t be such a coincidence that a mere waiter delivering food would recognize her.

The likelihood of that was about the same as finding a needle in a haystack.

The impossible had just happened.

There must be something fishy going on.

"No problem, let’s see who is behind this, and we’ll understand. There’s no need to keep guessing."

Zhou Ping’an smiled coldly.

On this journey, they had hardly revealed themselves, fearing that before they even reached Floating Cloud Mountain, they would attract others’ covetousness for the Seven-Colored Pill, leading to robbery and chaos.

He wasn’t afraid of trouble.

But delays, fighting over and over again for possession, that was just dull.

Yet unexpectedly, even hiding in a room to eat beneath Floating Cloud Mountain, they could be recognized...

That was too much of a coincidence.

Lin Huaiyu might just suspect, unable to be sure.

Zhou Ping’an, however, was already very certain.

Just now, that waiter, upon seeing the Third Miss’s true face, was first amazed, his gaze infatuated for about two seconds.

Right after, his heart started pounding excitedly.

It turned into wild joy.

That kind of emotion as if one was about to make a fortune or get promoted was blazing like a torch in Zhou Ping’an’s Mental Induction, incredibly conspicuous.

If that wasn’t considered conclusive evidence, then, as soon as that waiter left their room and tiptoed downstairs, he broke into a run towards the back door and sped off into the street.

That was pretty much confirmation.

"Shall we go take a look? Who is it that’s so painstakingly fixated on us?"

Zhou Ping’an waved his hand to snuff out the room’s oil lamp, swiveled his body, and leaped out the window.

Landing in the street, he turned into a faint ghostly figure, closely trailing behind the waiter.

Behind him, one could almost hear the breath.

Lin Huaiyu’s footsteps seemed to tread on ripples of water, also closely following.

Zigging and zagging.

After turning down three streets,

Zhou Ping’an saw the waiter approach a spacious and enormous mansion.

Gently knocking on the door knocker.

After a few words, he entered the courtyard.

"Zhao Residence."

When Zhou Ping’an leaped into the courtyard, he glanced at the name of the house.

As he pondered, his vast spiritual power had already sensed a familiar figure in advance.

"So it’s him."

Zhou Ping’an gestured for Lin Huaiyu to stop.

The two stood quietly under an apricot tree, looking towards the house and listening closely.

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