Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 384 - 344: Calming Waves of the Four Seas, A Small Test of Skill

Chapter 384: Chapter 344: Calming Waves of the Four Seas, A Small Test of Skill

Zhou Ping’an suddenly felt a surge of tyrannical and domineering energy, which filled his body through an unknown path.

In the distance, there seemed to be a purple halo that corresponded remotely with this overbearing energy, also slowly merging into his body...

"Ah..."

Zhou Ping’an’s robust body was hit by this burst of energy, and in a moment of dizziness, it was as if he had swallowed a huge bomb.

The overwhelming power spread all around, and from muscles, bones, and tendons, there came a "crackling" sound, as if they were about to burst apart at any moment.

Excruciating pain rushed straight to his mind.

He almost let out a miserable scream without opening his mouth.

A scripture passed through his heart.

Zhou Ping’an quickly stimulated his mental strength to control this energy, directing it to the index finger of his left hand.

Although he roughly understood the cultivation method, being his first cultivation session, he was very careful, not daring to temper his most important bones... He started with his fingers because, should any problems arise, he could sever them, turning dead qi into life and growing them anew.

"This starlight is too fierce and wild. Right, Shimmering Light Star is also known as the Po Army Star. It’s a bit more domineering, which seems normal.

I’ve just formed a large army in Qingyang, and now the power of Po Army Star is entering my body; it seems there is a destined will of heaven at play..."

The will of heaven is always hard to question.

Zhou Ping’an had no certainty about some of these extremely mysterious things.

After pondering, he decided not to think too much about it.

Now that he had entered the path,

and had survived the first obstacle of Star Force entering his body, he no longer allowed himself to be distracted, focusing solely on Bone Tempering.

A shichen passed before he managed to refine the first section of his left index finger into a star-shining, translucent state.

In his mind, the Wish Power Threads had already burned off thirteen thousand and three hundred strands.

"This..."

Zhou Ping’an stopped the "Starlight Body Refining Technique" and no longer drew starlight, somewhat distressed by the consumption of his Power of Wishes.

"This method of practice is too extravagant and wasteful, but it took only a shichen to refine a small section of bone. This speed should be quite fast, right?"

Zhou Ping’an silently calculated.

If one doesn’t consider the cost and has enough Power of Wishes to expend, ten hours a day spent cultivating would allow for ten bones to be tempered.

The full 206 bones in the body would then only take twenty-one days.

Twenty-one days to cultivate the entire body into [Starry Bone]? That would be outrageous.

Zhou Ping’an laughed at the thought.

Firstly, it was impossible for him to spend ten hours a day on such arduous cultivation. Just one hour of tempering had left him feeling mentally exhausted. This method of cultivation puts a strain on willpower and mental focus, and carelessness could lead to problems.

At most, he could manage four to five hours.

Another point was that he didn’t have that much Power of Wishes to support the effort. Without burning the Power of Wishes, the efficiency of cultivation would drop by tenfold, to say the least.

In that case, if he were to practice slowly, it might take almost a year to transform all his bones into "Starry Bone."

That’s too slow.

Zhou Ping’an thought it over and over and still felt he couldn’t delay it; without Power of Wishes, he needed to quickly find ways to earn it.

If his spiritual power couldn’t last long,

then he’d look for medicines that could replenish it...

He was in such a hurry because he had already seen the wonders of [Starry Bone].

With his left hand, he lightly pressed on the Trial Iron Ingot without much force, only to find his five fingers sinking into the iron simultaneously.

Thumb, middle finger, ring finger, and little finger all pressed half an inch into the ingot, but the index finger pressed in more than three inches.

"The strength and hardness are completely different."

"Just refining a small section has given me the sense that this bone is imbued with incredibly fierce energy, six times or maybe eight times more...

If the entire finger were successfully tempered, how much stronger and more durable would it become, and how much power could it exert?"

After testing the destructive power of his own left ring finger, Zhou Ping’an was practically stunned into silence.

It was just a cultivation technique,

but could the disparity be this substantial?

Indeed, it’s no wonder it is an Immortal Scripture Rank cultivation technique, truly inconceivable.

This martial art was already beginning to exceed his understanding of martial arts.

Zhou Ping’an stared at the iron ingot, which under the pressure of his palm appeared like tofu, and his brows jumped intensely.

He felt immensely fortunate.

"Fortunately, thanks to Miss Fang Sheng... If not for her persistence and encouragement, I might have missed this opportunity in a daze."

"Missing this chance, how would I fight against future enemies who have cultivated Immortal Scripture level techniques?"

At the thought, Zhou Ping’an felt cold sweats on his forehead.

His arithmetic was good, and after a quick calculation, he understood.

Himself having fully cultivated Starlight Body Refining Technique in over two hundred bones could effortlessly defeat ten of his current selves without even breaking a sweat.

That was extremely unbelievable.

"In an age of great strife, it’s inevitable to engage. A retreat may not lead to boundless vistas but could more likely lead to death."

...

It rained at dawn.

Inside the County Yamen, there were servants to clean away the water and tend the seedlings.

The front courtyard gradually became lively.

However, the back courtyard remained quiet.

Wafts of floral fragrance drifted by, and one could faintly hear the whooshing of the wind...

With Zhou Ping’an’s keen five senses, he could easily discern that this was not the sound of the wind blowing through the leaves, but rather the sound of someone moving about, their robes fluttering in the breeze...

The next moment, he indeed heard the faint sound of weapons lightly colliding.

Sword and blade struck, parted at once, followed by the continuous clatter of weapons cutting through the air like rapid rainfall by his ear.

"No one is relaxing at all,—getting up early in the morning to hone their skills, fighting with all their might. It seems everyone feels the immense pressure."

Zhou Ping’an pushed open the western window and took a glance, his eyes revealing a smile.

He saw a yellow figure and a white shadow moving back and forth, merging and separating...

That was none other than Third Miss Lin Huaiyu and the Green Lady, Little Qin Xian.

The one in white was Third Miss.

The one in a yellow dress was Green Lady.

The two fought in silence, unceasingly dueling.

Sword light rained down like a shower, while sword qi surged like tides.

Their strength and attack power were roughly equal, and their movement techniques were also similar...

In terms of sword speed, Green Lady had a slight advantage; in control of strength, however, Lin Huaiyu’s was significantly greater.

Even though her blade strikes were slower, she gradually suppressed Green Lady’s sword light, no matter how much the latter seemed to grow a thousand arms and eyes, unable to break free from the ripples of the Canghai Sword Technique.

"Third Miss still has secret moves she hasn’t used yet,—her combat power is certainly much stronger."

Zhou Ping’an watched for a while, mainly focusing his gaze upon their exquisite figures, admiring the combination of grace and strength in their movements, making it quite impossible to divert his eyes.

"At this time, with such a mood, a carefree little immortal."

Watching them filled Zhou Ping’an with joy and relaxation—if it wasn’t for the need to maintain his image, he would have almost felt like pulling out a Taishi Chair, picking up a cup of clear tea, and watching the spectacle at the doorway.

"Ping’an, can you really bear to just watch me getting hit without offering a hand?"

Seeing that she was losing, Green Lady resorted to a trick outside the normal tactics.

While wielding her sword, she hummed with her nose, speaking in a coquettish and endlessly seductive tone that made Zhou Ping’an shiver, lightening his bones by three taels.

"What a fine Oblivion Melody, but why use it on me, an outsider? Aim it at Huaiyu."

Lin Huaiyu also hummed softly, her voice sweet and sticky, revealing no hint of happiness or anger: "Brother Zhou, do you really wish for me to lose that much?"

This.

This was the moment when one should not have spoken.

Zhou Ping’an blinked, silently regretting.

He had already seen it.

In the beginning, perhaps they were breaking and feeding techniques to each other, but gradually, a competitive spirit began to emerge.

Neither spared any tricks, both refusing to give in to the other.

Especially when he poked his head out to watch the excitement, between the two of them, with their swords and blades clashing, there even arose a rough spark of temper.

"They couldn’t be serious, could they?"

Assisting one side or the other at this moment would only cause problems.

Zhou Ping’an inwardly cursed himself.

There was no issue originally, but who asked him to have nothing better to do than to come out and watch the drama?

Now there was no easy way to end it.

He straightened his face and suddenly burst into laughter, "How could a fight between two be as interesting as a fight involving three? Allow me to experience both your brilliant techniques."

As he spoke, he picked up his long blade, his figure flashed, and he left a long afterimage as he arrived in the middle of the training field.

A single stroke, Calming Waves of the Four Seas, enveloped Green Lady’s storm-like sword glare within it.

With a reverse stroke, he created No Wind Yet Waves, encircling Lin Huaiyu as well.

With the same strength, the same speed.

This set of Canghai Sword Technique, in the hands of Zhou Ping’an, seemed to come alive.

The blade danced, avoiding the solid and striking the void, adapting to changes, and directly forcing the two female warriors to break out in a sweat.

At that moment, all their complicated thoughts vanished.

They simply felt that before them lay a mountain of blades, an ocean of swords, boundless and relentless, each strike targeting their vital points.

The most outrageous part was whenever they had a thought, Zhou Ping’an’s long blade had already anticipated it, intercepting their attacks one step ahead, always three parts quicker.

If not for that pale cyan long blade that made a feint instead of striking whenever it could have hit,

Both of their bodies might have already been chopped into seventeen or eighteen pieces.

"I’m not fighting anymore, what’s the point? There’s no way to attack at all."

Green Lady’s face turned red with frustration, feeling that her Thousand-Handed Guanyin Technique, let alone manifesting a thousand arms, made her sword-wielding arms look as slow and clumsy as old lady’s bound feet, making it difficult to advance or retreat.

Zhou Ping’an’s sword technique was not overly exquisite, but when its momentum was initiated, it felt like the moon hung high and a gentle breeze caressed the body, impossible to block.

Lin Huaiyu fought for a while longer but her fighting spirit had dissipated as well; she leaped backward, her eyes slightly bewildered.

Although she did not act as petulantly as Green Lady, the looks she gave Zhou Ping’an were filled with deep resentment...

This was the first time since Zhou Ping’an had known her that he saw her reveal such a profoundly struck demeanor.

’To reach such a formidable level in the Intricacy Second Realm, the Clarity Realm...’

Zhou Ping’an had merely tested his skill without even using two-tenths of his own strength, let alone exploiting the overwhelming power of his refined physical body to bully others. He had merely controlled his strength and speed to match that of the two female generals...

Yet, taking on both at once, he effortlessly and completely crushed them.

It seemed as though the intricate moves and combat methods of the two women held no more secrets in his mind.

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