Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 430 - 382: The Method to Break the Code, Three Mirrors_3

Chapter 430: Chapter 382: The Method to Break the Code, Three Mirrors_3

Otherwise, how had Ruan Yucheng managed to conceal two "Star Force Pearls" on his person?

It’s worth mentioning that.

These Star Force Pearls, not only useful to oneself.

But also beneficial for energy level enhancements in genetically modified warriors.

The energy within the Star Force Pearls is mild and harmless, without any specific attributes—it seems like a universal energy.

How they were formed was still a mystery.

Zhou Ping’an had tried and found that compared to the mild Star Force within the pearls, directly absorbing the free starlight from the starry sky seemed much more violent and fierce.

Not only did one need to suppress this violence, but meticulous control over bone refining was also necessary, naturally requiring much more effort and resulting in lower efficiency.

Using the Star Force Pearls for cultivation, however, was a completely different experience.

One could refine as they wished, pulling with their eyes closed without the slightest fatigue.

It was then that Zhou Ping’an discovered the joy in bone refining.

Zhou Ping’an hastily made arrangements and then left with Lan Fengjiao.

He prepared to help her overcome the first hurdle and step onto the path of cultivation.

The method was actually quite simple, an inspiration he had gained from the Saintess Yunling.

As for the Huang Family, and even potential retaliations from Hongguang Headquarters, he didn’t take them to heart.

The pressing matter now was to focus on enhancing his strength.

There wasn’t enough time to engage in a strategic chase with them across thousands of miles, exhausting himself in the process.

Rather, it was better to rigorously cultivate "Inner Strength," hold his ground in Dongjiang City, and crush anyone who dared to oppose him.

Once his power grew stronger, he would then settle scores.

By that time, with the situation already in his favor, he might not even need to act personally, as numerous forces would naturally take care of Hongguang Group for him.

...

Eastern Sea, a fishing village.

Late at night, a few spots of light dotted the night, adorning the darkness.

In the village, no chickens crowed, no dogs barked—it was somewhat eerily quiet.

In those days, anyone with a bit of connections tried to find a way to live in the city.

Even if they couldn’t enter the city or afford a house, they would build homes near the city to enjoy some protection from the city’s armed forces.

That was the general trend.

The wilderness was too dangerous; no one knew when their luck would run out and they would encounter a wandering ferocious beast.

It was truly a test of one’s luck.

For this reason, no one lived in the mountains or forests, and few lived near the sea.

Zhang Changgong’s home was located here.

Managing to live outside the city, relying on his own skills to fish and support a family of three.

Zhang Changgong naturally had his own unique skills...

Not only was his harpoon incredibly accurate, always able to spear fish in the water, but his swimming skills were also exceptional, allowing him to wrestle with a great white shark.

Of course, only with a non-mutated great white shark.

Because he too had eaten the flesh of a ferocious beast and was among the mutated population.

Luckily, he had mutated to acquire an aptitude for swimming and an increase in strength and speed.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t fully survived the ordeal.

Fine white scales appeared on his face, neck, and arms, making him look like a monster.

But that didn’t matter; his wife and son did not despise him for it; instead, they grew closer to him, empathizing with his struggles.

This made him feel full of fighting spirit every day, wanting to hunt for a Precious Mutated Blue Clam Pearl, take it to sell in Dongjiang City, buy a big house, and settle his family so they would no longer have to live in fear by the sea.

Ordinary ferocious fish, aside from killing to eat their meat, couldn’t fetch a high price...

Hongguang Company was particularly fierce in driving down the prices, offering just enough goods to ensure the fishermen’s survival and not a penny more.

And one couldn’t sell to anyone else.

But there was one kind of precious material they wouldn’t drive the prices down for.

That was the kind that could enhance spiritual power, the kind that could increase the success rate of genetic modification...

Faced with such materials, not only would they not drive down the prices, but they would also pay a higher price to buy them.

It wasn’t that they had a sudden strike of conscience; rather, such treasures were too rare, acquired purely by luck.

Zhang Changgong had scoured thirty li of beach, killed more than seventy clam-type ferocious beasts, and had yet to find even one...

But Zhou Ping’an was not at all dejected; he believed that, with his abilities, it wouldn’t be long before he encountered one sooner or later.

This was a matter of probability, hard to avoid, and he trusted that fate was on his side.

Zhang Changgong’s reverie ended at this moment as the silvery-white scales on his head and neck faded away, reverting to their former appearance.

His breathing had long since ceased completely, and his body was ice-cold, giving off a pale gray color, as though he had been dead for three days and nights.

Next to his corpse stood a foreign young man with brown hair and blue eyes, and a high-bridged nose.

Behind the young man were twelve shadowy figures rising in black smoke, their mouths open in ferocious roars.

If Professor Zhuang were here, he would recognize at a glance that this was none other than Jacob, the student who had escaped from Dongjiang City.

"Just a little more, and I could have summoned a Demonic Soul into my body, create a Demonic Pattern, and greatly increase my strength to become superhuman. To be pulled back at the crucial moment, what was the reason? It’s a pity about all that gold."

Having returned to the modern world three days ago, Jacob still hadn’t snapped out of his despair, feeling like each day was a year.

In a bad mood, he had killed Zhang Changgong.

Speaking of which, Zhang Changgong’s family even owed him a favor.

Originally suffering from three gunshot wounds, in a dire state, he had fled to this fisherman’s home and found some life-saving medicine, barely clinging to life...

Of course, he also helped the family fend off an attack by a Ferocious Beast, believing he had reciprocated their aid.

But ever since being forcibly brought back to the modern world three days ago, he felt danger closing in.

He even dared not approach Dongjiang City or cross the hundred-li coastline to search for a boat capable of going to sea.

He thought of waiting a bit longer, enter that world, cultivate the Demonic Pattern, leap to B-level, or even A-level strength, then find a way to escape back to his homeland.

The desire for power stemmed from his realization that he could control the thirteen shadowy specters inexplicably appearing in the mirror to kill people; however, he couldn’t block attacks from others.

When a fight broke out, these ghostly shadows just kept rushing forward.

And there he would stand, shivering in the wind.

Poor him, just a senior intern, with nothing but three months of boxing training, somewhat nimble footwork, and a head filled with archaeological knowledge.

He couldn’t even defeat an ordinary soldier.

Nor could he defeat the fisherman in front of him.

"Opportunity, this is a huge opportunity, not to be spoiled by anyone. This fisherman even thought about betraying me, totally deserves to die."

Looking at the mother and child shivering in the corner, Jacob squeezed a smile that he thought was kind: "Madam, you wouldn’t want your child to grow up without parents, right? It was an accident. From now on, let me take care of you, and life can go on as usual."

Some choices are simply expedient.

He had no choice.

Jacob needed a stable environment to survive the remaining seven days.

Maybe it’s seven days, maybe longer, his past experiences suggested.

If he could just survive this period, he could return to that world, learn powerful methods, and become extremely powerful, perhaps even capable of soaring through the skies, as strong as that blood-red figure that loomed in the air, making a hundred thousand people bow down.

The dream was vast, reality was harsh.

Jacob felt he might not even make it through these seven days.

On a whim, he set loose three shadowy Specters to scout for information in Dongjiang City; one of them ventured into an ancient tomb outside the city, hoping to find treasures.

Instead, a young man barged in, casually throwing a blood-red fiery chain that burned it to ashes.

This was the first time he learned that the thirteen ghostly shadows carried in his mirror could also die.

Fear struck him immensely.

Jacob sat restlessly, clutching the Broken Mirror, glancing at the mother and child, his eyes flickering with malice once again.

He thought about killing them too, then taking a risk by traveling far along the coastline, seeking a chance.

Perhaps he could find a boat and return to his country.

Zhuxia was too dangerous.

Before he could decide,

a shout came from afar.

It was Skyhawk’s language.

"Send more people to the coast, even at the cost of death, block him,

now that we have found him, we must not let him escape this time, capture him alive."

Boom...

A gust of wind blew past, the earth house collapsed.

Jacob saw dozens to hundreds of fully armed soldiers surrounding him.

A silvery steel beast with wings trod deeply into the sandy soil, leaped into the air, and charged crazily at him.

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