Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 348 - 313: Professor Requests an Audience, Steps in to Save Someone

Chapter 348: Chapter 313: Professor Requests an Audience, Steps in to Save Someone

Zhou Ping’an started from the beginning.

The cultivation path he chose was the orthodox one of refining blood into Qi, opening up the body’s meridians, achieving unity with heaven and man, and then comprehending the rules of the world.

Plainly speaking, it was the Daoist cultivation method passed down from the Cloud Water Sect of Another World.

Latter on, due to a series of fortunate mishaps, he started practicing a Demonic body tempering technique and, by a stroke of fate, acquired the "Five Desires Evil Art," progressing rapidly. He then glimpsed at the Supreme Devils Scripture, the "Prison Suppressing Demon Subjugation," and from then on, he was walking on two paths.

Perhaps, from the perspective of Another World, Daoism and Demonic cultivation are incompatible. If one cultivates one, they would scorn the other. In fact, once it is known that a disciple is practicing a heterodox technique, they would likely be condemned and attacked in public, if not dealt with secretly.

This is a legacy issue.

The blood feuds of the predecessors have deeply ingrained this concept into their very bones.

So much so, that even the enemies’ cultivation methods cannot taint them in the slightest.

This point, Zhou Ping’an could sense from some of the experiences he went through. Therefore, unless it was someone extremely close to him, he would not reveal that he was learning from both Daoist and Demonic paths.

Of course, cultivating both Daoist and Demonic practices also stemmed from Zhou Ping’an’s modern-era background, where his overwhelming desire for extraordinary knowledge didn’t let him differentiate between the righteous and the evil practices of cultivation.

Whatever was most useful, whatever cultivation method could strengthen his powers the fastest, that’s what he would learn.

To the point where he kept cultivating...

And his Daoist cultivation method, Canghai True Qi, was still at the Seventh Level Mortal Refinement Realm.

Meanwhile, his Demonic Body Refining Technique, "Five Desires Evil Art," had reached complete Completion, achieving the Ninth Level Mortal Refinement "Heart Refinement State." Despite not having found the next cultivation method in the "Prison Suppressing Demon Subjugation" scripture, he still felt immensely joyful.

Whether the technique was good or not was second to settling the issue of whether it was available at all.

To reach the Ninth Level.

Regardless of the strength of his True Qi, at the very least, his physical strength was formidable—his trump card.

It was precisely because he had entered the Ninth Level of Mortal Refinement in the demonic cultivation that his spiritual power and flesh had blended, inseparable from each other, and he fully achieved the "Spirit and Flesh Unification" state.

Only then did he feel the sense of danger that had been prickling him like needles begin to quietly fade, like a thin mist rising in the early morning sky.

It would no longer affect his next move.

"Ping’an..."

Hearing the sound of Zhou Ping’an opening the door, an impatient Tang Tang, who had been waiting anxiously, rushed over in a couple of quick strides.

Looking up, she saw Zhou Ping’an’s face and body shimmering as if bathed in a radiant glow. Her eyes dazzled, and she could even see faint halos surrounding him.

Her mouth opened, and she swallowed nervously, suddenly finding herself unable to remember what she had wanted to ask.

"It’s just a bit of good fortune resulting in a minor breakthrough; no need to stare without even blinking, right?" Zhou Ping’an teased.

"Who’s looking at you, I wasn’t looking, stop being conceited," said Tang Tang, a touch of embarrassment coloring her face.

She admitted that she had been momentarily distracted.

But why did she feel that her junior was becoming more and more attractive? This was a big problem. If she didn’t figure it out, she was afraid she wouldn’t be able to sleep.

"Actually, it’s not about being conceited. I’m truly beautiful." Despite the teasing tone, Zhou Ping’an didn’t laugh.

He knew Tang Tang quite well and was aware that at this moment, she definitely felt caught up in her infatuation, thinking she was lovesick.

But that wasn’t the case.

"Once the cultivation reaches a certain level, it achieves harmony and unity with the world and with oneself. Just as all things in the world, the more perfect they are, the more pleasing to the eye.

The more flawed they are, the more unsightly they appear. This natural pursuit of beauty does not change with the inherent good or evil or preferences of the individual."

Zhou Ping’an slowly explained.

Quick to understand, Tang Tang caught on immediately, "Are you saying that high-level cultivation is a process of continuous transformation and transcendence, making oneself more perfect? So if I keep cultivating, will I become prettier?"

"Uh..."

Zhou Ping’an was taken aback.

He hadn’t considered this question before.

It seemed that women’s focal points were always entirely different from men’s.

His concern was about becoming powerful.

Whereas Tang Tang cared about becoming beautiful.

Although their focus was different...

She wasn’t wrong in what she said.

"Of course, you will. Otherwise, why would so many phrases describing beauty refer to a ’beauty that rivals the celestial’? While it includes an element of admiration for the strong, is there a possibility that celestial beings are truly beautiful?"

"You talk as if you’ve seen a celestial being," Tang Tang said with a chuckle, her lips pursed, her eyes twinkling. The awkwardness in her heart vanished following Zhou Ping’an’s stream of teasing banter. She quickly changed the subject, "By the way, during your cultivation just now, Councilman Sun called. He said that Professor Wang Tonggu would like to visit..."

"Wang Tonggu? Who is he?"

Zhou Ping’an, though currently still holding the title of Senior Inspector and serving as the deputy head of the Special Combat Squad, knew that such a status wouldn’t make an impression on a professor, and it wouldn’t be necessary for others to come to him seeking favors.

Especially those who fancied themselves as elite intellectuals.

Their work operated on parallel tracks, rarely intersecting.

"Professor Wang came from the Linhai Wang Family, and was indeed related to that troublemaker Wang Yijun; he’s Wang Yijun’s paternal uncle. The professor had a close friendship with Zhuang Ziwen and was invited to the incident at the General’s Tomb last time. He was unable to participate due to other commitments."

"I see."

Zhou Ping’an had roughly understood the situation.

Wang Yijun was set to be the next successor of the Dongjiang Governor, a decision that had already been made internally...

The matter had seemingly been settled.

And the procedure was already underway, just waiting for the current Governor Wei Changhe to complete the handover and leave Dongjiang City before he could mount the saddle and assume office.

However, heavens know what was going through that guy’s head, perhaps he couldn’t stand Zhou Ping’an causing storms in Dongjiang, or someone persuaded him to probe into the secrets and treasures Zhou Ping’an had hidden.

In any case, he teamed up with the Police Security system to give Zhou Ping’an a "warning shot".

It was also the first fire lighted by the new official in office.

As a result, before the fire even fully kindled, he got himself tangled up in it.

He was shot in his own office at the Governing Building by Zhang Xilin, a member of the Third Group, who barged in and shattered his right arm.

If not for his sensitive identity,

And Zhang Xilin’s reliably careful approach, he might have died on the spot.

Now, this Professor Wang Tonggu wishes to see him.

Presumably, he has come to the realization that no matter how low Zhou Ping’an’s official title may seem,

If he wants his nephew to leave Dongjiang City safely, he will probably need Zhou’s approval.

Otherwise, in this territory of Dongjiang, there are plenty of ways to silently kill an arrogant scion of a great family, like Zhao Shijie from the Zhao Family, and Yao Zhenbang who lies in First People’s Hospital.

Since he’s already here,

He couldn’t possibly pass up the opportunity to probe into Zhou Ping’an’s character and conduct.

After finding out the details, terror filled his heart and he probably wanted to negotiate terms with him.

Seeing Zhou Ping’an lost in thought, Tang Tang thought he was still holding a grudge about Wang Yijun’s previous actions and suggested tactfully, "Junior Brother, haven’t you been searching for some information about Madame Zhao Yue of the Qin Dynasty? Some of the historical records have been lost over time with no documentation, but a senior professor from the History College who has dedicated most of his life to archaeology would likely know more.

Why not grant them some face and inquire about the hidden secrets while you’re at it?"

Zhuang Ziwen, after the affair at the General’s Tomb, was reportedly so mentally agitated upon his return that he fell severely ill and couldn’t even see visitors.

It was also because his health had deteriorated.

That the Hongguang Group didn’t invite him on this expedition to explore the suspected ancient tomb.

Tang Tang had not found anything strange about this at first.

But ever since Zhou Ping’an mentioned the endless dangers that might lurk inside the cavity revealed by the explosive, she began to have doubts.

She suspected that Professor Zhuang Ziwen might know something about secret information.

That he was intentionally avoiding the situation.

And his illness was certainly not genuine.

He was putting on an act.

"Since Senior Sister puts it that way, of course, I’ll follow your advice. I’ve never had any quarrel with the Wang Family; it was just Wang Yijun’s ignorance. Since he has already learned his lesson, I don’t mind at all, meeting him could be possible."

Zhou Ping’an knew what Tang Tang was worried about.

He didn’t expose her little scheme, but smiled and agreed.

After all, it wasn’t me at a disadvantage.

"First, let’s set aside meeting them to inquire about Madame Zhao Yue. We should first check the condition of these few individuals."

By now, the sky had started to show the first light of dawn.

It looked to be a promising day.

Having cultivated all night, because of the inhalation of fresh air and exhalation of the stale, the room’s atmosphere felt a bit stuffy.

Zhou Ping’an turned and flung the windows wide open. Instead of first looking at the two delirious members of the Seventh Group of Police Security, his gaze firmly locked onto "Fire Phoenix" Li Yuanzhen.

He acutely sensed that this woman might be the "critical point" of the adversary’s declaration of war, or rather the trap set. If Li Yuanzhen could be revived, basically, he could discern the methods of the adversary.

It would then become much easier to treat the two injured police officers.

This thought process wasn’t based purely on intuition.

It was a solid judgment.

If the adversary had such a formidable lineup and such an impressive mental hypnosis technique, how could they possibly leave behind so many flaws for Tang Tang and others to discover?

"Moreover, the most suspicious part is that, despite being in such a state, Li Yuanzhen was able to escape the adversary’s control, made it into Dongjiang City, and even appeared within the field of vision of the Special Combat Squad members."

"Also, concerning the two investigation team members from the Seventh Group, since they were driven to mental collapse and delirium, it would naturally have been an easy task to kill them. It would be much simpler than targeting the mind and leaving future problems.

Any action that avoids easy solutions for difficult ones or goes against common sense must have its profound significance..."