Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 377 - 337: 30% Chance, Dressing up a Monkey

Chapter 377: Chapter 337: 30% Chance, Dressing up a Monkey

Zhou Ping’an took out the black jade token placed on the small table in the corner of the room.

He silently sensed it for a moment.

He discovered that after nearly twenty days of rest, a strange and mysterious aura had reappeared within this jade token.

On the surface, thin black lines appeared, flowing slowly like water.

One could tell at a glance that it was extraordinary.

"What exactly did it absorb? When placed in that space, there was no movement, but it operates normally only when in this world.

Not to mention the formation of that mysterious and unpredictable trial illusion realm, just this Nine Sons Subdue Demon Order alone is already quite awe-inspiring."

Facing the inheritance treasure from one of the Three Demon Paths, "Prison Subduing Demon Sect," Zhou Ping’an vaguely felt something.

’The subsequent cultivation methods for my physical body are very likely to depend on this Nine Sons Subdue Demon Order. Now that the [Five Desires Evil Art] is in its initial completion, my physical body is strong, with soul solidifying and heart refining, which counts as a great increase in combat power, comparable to the combat prowess of the Ninth Level Mortal Refinement in Martial Intent Realm.

But even within the Ninth Level Mortal Refinement in Martial Intent Realm, the strength can vary day and night.

The Nine Refinement Martial Intent level can roughly be divided into three realms, the first realm is True Illusion, the second is Spirit Infusion, and the third is Reality and Illusion. My current physical cultivation is roughly equivalent to the [True Illusion] realm of Martial Intent.’

Zhou Ping’an was somewhat confident in his heart.

Not considering various martial techniques and secret techniques.

His true cultivation realm.

The Qi Refinement path’s cultivation is focused on the Canghai Sword Codex, merely reaching the Great Cycle Realm, not yet to completion, which is the Seventh Level of Mortal Refinement.

It’s not yet ready to be presented prominently.

With this level of True Qi, competing with a Ninth Level Mortal Refinement expert would mean death without understanding how it happened.

However, the accomplishment in body refinement, due to the Red Lotus Visualization Method and by means of the Wish Power Threads, overcoming the Five Desires and Seven Emotions, took a shortcut. It reached the Ninth Level Mortal Refinement in one go for the physical body.

But there’s still a lot missing from Physical Body Ninth Level of Perfection.

It’s about thirty percent completed of the Ninth Level mortal refinement of the physical realm.

Thus, facing characters like Yi Heavenly King and Granny Yan of the Third Realm in Martial Intent, the fight is actually very disadvantageous.

The reason he was able to win.

Was simply relying on an unbreakable physique, unable to be killed in a short time, like a cockroach with extreme life force, enduring the fight.

If Granny Yan hadn’t been fixated on a one-strike kill and had fought properly, she could still have inflicted injury on Zhou Ping’an and left triumphantly.

Zhou Ping’an would have been completely helpless against her.

In the face of her extremely formidable, Reality and Illusion-shifted [Essence Eroding Yin Wind] Martial Intent attacks, he didn’t have a good way to engage her in a drawn-out fight and to spill blood again.

But as fate would have it, Granny Yan actually stuck a clawed hand into Zhou Ping’an’s body, essentially locking down his movement technique and enduring the Martial Intent, unable to kill or escape, and as a result, suffered terribly.

Seizing the opportunity, Zhou Ping’an decapitated her with a single stroke.

It’s a pity, an assassin-type Ninth Level Expert, swift in attack and retreat, died so frustratingly.

"Ah, spit on it, what’s there to be frustrated about? If she hadn’t died, Qingyang City would have suffered."

"Her death is good, splendidly so."

Thinking of this, Zhou Ping’an still felt incredibly lucky.

He thought, that Yi Heavenly King was far too cunning.

No wonder he could reach the status of Dharma King, much higher than Granny Yan’s status as a Protector.

It wasn’t without reason.

"The good side is, Qingyang City now has a breathing space, once again gaining time to grow, to train its forces, to improve its own combat power."

"The downside is that after these two battles, the secret of my strong physique certainly can’t be concealed anymore. To try to use my indestructible body to ambush an opponent like before would be extremely difficult."

"Therefore, encountering a formidable enemy next time will be a real challenge."

Thinking this, Zhou Ping’an grew eager in his heart.

Anxious to enter the Subdue Demon Order’s illusion realm again to take another risk.

Ever since he knew that dying in the illusion realm would result in the loss of something very important and would also damage his spirit, requiring some time to recover, he had been cautious.

He always felt that dying too many times in that manner might cause him to miss out on a great opportunity.

He thought about waiting until he was stronger and more confident before taking on the challenge again.

But the world does not always work according to one’s wishes.

Sometimes, whether one is ready or not, the overwhelming forces of the times will compel one to move forward involuntarily.

To stop is to die.

This, too, is inevitable.

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Once again passing through a passage as dark and deep as eternal night.

Zhou Ping’an still couldn’t help but breathe heavily.

Looking around.

The leaves of the hundreds of acres of rice fields droop low, and the grains are full, indicating it’s nearly harvest season.

The night wind is boisterous, but the light is excellent.

In the sky, a thousand bright stars overshadow the moonlight.

So much so that one cannot distinguish the time, even feeling a reversal of day and night.

"It’s you again."

A voice came from his ear.

The twenty-seven or twenty-eight-year-old young man with white eyebrows and hands emanating a pale golden light, who was standing by the paddy field, had a face that was originally filled with smiles, but suddenly, it looked slightly unsightly.

Zhou Ping’an noticed that his palms, originally shining with a pale golden light, had faded to an almost imperceptible hue compared to the last time he saw them.

The calm and weighty aura about him had not changed; it had subtly become even more chilly.

’Does this mean he feels his hands are no longer reliable as weapons and has secretly practiced sword techniques?’

Zhou Ping’an speculated such in his mind, but his expression remained very gentle as he smiled and said, "Did Brother Chen Guang also lose the martial prowess in his hands last time? That’s truly a pity."

He remembered that the opponent’s hands, when attacking the experts within Shanhe Manor, were capable of cutting gold and breaking jade, snapping swords as if they were dry twigs, no less formidable than divine weapons.

"You really know how to bring up the most uncomfortable subjects. Brother Zhou, your mind is like an abyss; last time, I truly misjudged you. My death was well deserved."

Chen Guang was seething with anger from the mockery, but it was not suitable for him to lose his temper on the spot.

Because, strictly speaking, last time, he and He Sifang had first set a trap and had thoroughly duped Zhou Ping’an, using him as bait and the main force to force Zhou Ping’an into a one-on-one fight with the young manor master, Xiao Ning.

Although it’s true that in the Trial Illusion Realm, whether one gains rewards all depends on one’s own abilities...

But having previously agreed to work together only to then sabotage and betray, even for someone with Chen Guang’s thick skin, was enough to make his face burn with embarrassment.

It was unbearable.

What made it even more awkward for him was the fact that.

He and He Sifang had first joined forces against Zhou Ping’an and Xiao Ning, but in the end, neither of them had gained any advantages.

One had died quicker than the other.

And yet Zhou Ping’an had lived to the last.

This was unbearably shameful.

"Brother Zhou, the magnanimous do not dwell on the transgressions of the petty. Our meeting again is fate. Why not let bygones be bygones this time, and cooperate fully? Only by passing this trial can we justify our journey."

Chen Guang’s rising flames of ignorant rage had just flared up when he violently suppressed them, self-deprecating while inviting, his voice was sincere, his attitude excellent.

No one knew which sect had cultivated such an outstanding disciple.

He was truly remarkable.

Zhou Ping’an couldn’t help but take a few more looks, finding this fellow a bit too cunning and not easy to deal with. Although he knew that there was not a single true word or a shred of sincerity in this person’s mouth.

But on the surface, there was no sign of dishonesty at all.

Impressive.

"I don’t trust you."

Even though that’s what he thought, Zhou Ping’an really wasn’t in the mood to engage in any scheming tricks with this white-browed person.

Just how hard it is to tackle Shanhe Manor.

Chen Guang died too quickly and may not have known.

But Zhou Ping’an knew it all too well.

He had even witnessed with his own eyes how a burst of sword light, as swift as a thunderous charge, had pierced through the head of the female disciple from Penglai Immortal Sect, Fang Sheng.

It was almost unavoidable in its speed.

Even now, thinking back to that flash of the sword, Zhou Ping’an still had no confidence that he could block it.

At this time, if he had one or several companions who might stab him in the back at any moment by his side, one could imagine how it would end.

"Chen Guang is right, this time we truly need to work together in harmony, without any bickering between us.

Otherwise, all our Subduing Demon tasks will fail, and we’ll lose this great opportunity."

A pleasantly crisp female voice came from above the trees.

Without anyone noticing, a cheerful and graceful girl in black, whose manner was free and easy, had already appeared on a pine branch, drifting with the wind.

She was almost the same as the last time.

Carrying a long sword on her back and her Light Body Technique exceptional as before.

Seemingly, the fall after being blown up the last time did not affect her "A Stone’s Throw, Worlds Away" Power Fruit.

Zhou Ping’an glanced at the girl in black’s tiptoes a couple of times.

He silently assessed her level of movement technique.

Then, he saw the bright girl wrinkle her nose, take a deep breath, and roll her eyes, "Stop looking. After I died that once, my qinggong was like it had been forgotten. I’ve been retraining it over these days. You can’t imagine how much suffering I’ve endured and how many resources I’ve spent."

The girl in black had an expression that said, "Boy, you got a great deal," and her mood did not seem too good.

However, she seemed quite good at adjusting her mood. After releasing that breath, she seemed to let go of the matter and simply laughed, saying, "Brother Zhou gaining my Light Body Technique is actually a good thing. At least, our chances this time are two percent greater. With a thirty percent chance of passing the trial, congratulations are in order."

"Only thirty percent?"

Zhou Ping’an had yet to voice the doubts in his heart.

Suddenly, on the distant clearing, someone emerged from a pile of grass and spoke.

The person had a sharp, monkey-like face, a thin figure, and a slightly hunched back, as if he could not stand up straight.

In his hand, he held a staff that shimmered with golden light at both ends.

Seeing this appearance, Zhou Ping’an almost blurted out the name "Brother Monkey."

If there hadn’t been the absence of a Golden Hoop on the forehead and the fierce-looking fangs, he would have resembled the figure to a great extent.

"I am Yuan Ping, new here, and I ask for everyone’s kindness."

That monkey-like figure, holding his staff, straightened the wooden crown on his head and bowed in greeting, formally introducing himself.

He was the perfect embodiment of ’a dressed-up monkey,’ which was both comical and hard to laugh at.

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