Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 442 - 392: Water Residence Order, The semblance of All Beings

Chapter 442: Chapter 392: Water Residence Order, The semblance of All Beings

Zhou Ping’an left.

Chu Wenli sat quietly in his own pastoral home, statuesque, waiting for something.

Until the sky turned dark.

A dampness carried in the wind.

A light rain began to patter down across the manor.

The rain slanted, and a white figure appeared in the pavilion without anyone knowing when.

"A child is just a child, no matter how strong he is. It’s unlikely he can change the situation in the Southeastern Three Provinces, let alone deal with that old turtle. Was there really a need to rush and summon me here?"

The speaker was a woman with streaks of white in her hair, showing signs of age.

Her voice remained crisp and pleasant to the ear, though her eyes betrayed a hint of weariness, and the deep lines around her mouth and eyes testified to the vicissitudes she had experienced...

As her words came to a halt,

so did the rain and wind in the manor.

It seemed as if the rain had come and stopped on her account.

"Shang Siqi, your Mental Induction Heart Eye is becoming more and more skillful. If you had a few more decades, perhaps you might reach that Realm even before I do, completely healing from the damage caused by your impetuous shortcut seeking back then..."

Watching the rain that seemed to come from nowhere and go to nowhere,

Chu Wenli sighed.

In those critical times of survival, they couldn’t afford to deliberate carefully.

The path of genetic fusion was inherently a dead end.

The fate of the Landis Empire had proven that much.

But they had no choice.

For the sake of immediate power and the survival of their race, they had to take that step.

However, in comparison to the countless heroes who died, those who survived the fusion and patched themselves up to become stronger pioneers were actually quite fortunate.

’Every person must bear the consequences of their choices.’

In this life, there was nothing to regret, really.

It’s just that, when one’s lifespan was about to end and the scenery of the path ahead had been seen, to find oneself stuck in the same place, unable to progress any further,

That feeling truly drove one mad.

’If only, back then...’

The world changed and opportunities never mistreated those who ventured forth determinedly. But some mistakes, once made, were simply too hard to correct; to turn back became exceedingly difficult.

"In my life, I have had no family, no friends, no ties. All I did was slay a few more Ferocious Beasts. At the very end, I’ll head deep into Yujing and try my hand against that old turtle. Even if I die, I will splatter it with my blood and ensure ten years of peace for both banks of the Yu River."

The woman said in a deep voice, lifting her brows and casting a sidelong glance at the man opposite her.

Honestly, she didn’t have high regard for Chu Wenli’s fear of death and craving for life.

To dye his hair and beard like a young man at his old age, when he was close to dying,

was utterly ridiculous.

No matter how much you dress up, you are still an old man.

"Eat it."

Chu Wenli’s beard flapped in his exasperation, his face flushing red as his qi-blood surged to his head. He turned around, took out a spoon cradling a greenish pill, and handed it over.

"What is this medicine? I’m telling you, it’s better not to consume these so-called health medications indiscriminately, who knows what side effects they might have. Although your strength is lacking, the Southeastern Three Provinces still can’t do without..."

Shang Siqi may have been blunt with her words, but she swiftly swallowed the pill.

Deep down, she didn’t believe this old man would harm her.

Somewhere in her mind, she felt that this round green pill might actually taste good, and she couldn’t help but want to eat it.

"This is a Lifespan Extension Pill. Old Man Chu, have you opened up that cave dwelling? No, that can’t be right. With your abilities, you couldn’t even get three feet within the entrance. It must have been that kid earlier..."

"He, he... Oh, Old Chu, it’s rare for the Southeastern Three Provinces to have such a promising junior. Why didn’t you keep him for a meal? My older brother has a granddaughter, fair and beautiful, with a gentle and decent temperament, just started at Capital University, hasn’t had a boyfriend yet..."

The crow’s feet at the lady’s eyes disappeared, her brows lifted, her skin smooth as jade – only now could one see the stunning beauty she must have been when younger, making Chu Wenli’s eyes widen.

He smacked his lips.

Chu Wenli pinched his thigh hard before he said dismissively, "Are you still thinking I hurriedly called you here?"

"Of course you had to call me over. For such a big event, how could you leave me out?

A precious seedling has emerged in our Zhuxia, and we cannot let Northern Europe Skyhawk claim all the glory. We must escort and protect him from those who would harm him in the shadows."

"I seem to recall you just said that he couldn’t make much difference to the situation in the Southeast?"

"Hey, you’re muddled, Old Chu. How old is he? Barely past twenty at most, and his strength has already reached King Level. Compared to the two of us, he’s not far behind. Give him a few more years of experience, and not only the Southeastern Three Provinces, but even that old turtle guarding the Yu River might not be his match. By then, we can kill him and feast on his flesh."

Shang Siqi spoke with enthusiasm, "By that time, even Capital City might come asking us for assistance, and the Zhaos will have to bow down to us... The world is a chessboard, and a great rise of Zhuxia is imminent..."

As she spoke,

Shang Siqi seemed to falter, "Am I sounding like a fortune-seeker?"

"Not sounding like one, you are one..."

Chu Wenli rolled his eyes.

He had known Shang Siqi since they were young and was all too familiar with her temperament.

This woman’s character was so unpleasant that it was exasperating.

She had caused countless men spiritual anguish...

Yet no one truly bore her any grudge.

She was not just a fortune-seeker; she always kept people at a distance right from the start because she could not stand being in anyone’s debt.

Now, having eaten a Revitalizing Pill that increased her lifespan by twenty years, how would she repay it?

Chu Wenli thought gleefully.

"Let me tell you, Old Chu, stop messing with that cave dwelling of yours. It’s a fruitless endeavor. Take the opportunity to give this pill to that young man, I haven’t seen him yet."

As she spoke, she seemed averse to changing her mind.

Shang Siqi moved, and the surrounding air stirred, raindrops fell, and she had already disappeared.

Just as hasty in departure as in arrival.

"Water Residence inheritance token, you could actually part with this?"

Chu Wenli hadn’t even reacted when he felt a weight in his hand. Looking down, he saw a Cloud-Patterned Jade Token lying quietly in his palm. As soon as his gaze fell on it, it was like seeing an ocean, impossible to divert his eyes.

He gave his thigh a hard pinch and sharply inhaled a breath of cool air.

This woman, she was truly generous, far more so than himself.

...

When Zhou Ping’an arrived in Linhai, he did so relying on his swift and peerless movement technique, practically flying there.

Though it was incredibly efficient, it was somewhat disheveled.

The return trip, however, was no longer the case.

The Linhai Security system had already arranged a private jet.

Beyond the luxurious interior of the private jet, there were also two small fighter jets following behind, providing escort.

Such a grand display.

Tsk, tsk...

Of course, compared to these material comforts,

What he valued more was the scene of Linhai’s officials—big and small—and the heads of the major families lining up on both sides of the runway to see him off.

Regardless of what these people were thinking inside.

They all wore friendly smiles on their faces, their attitudes respectful, without a single flaw to be found.

Zhou Ping’an even saw a familiar face.

That was Tang Shiyou, Tang Tang’s father, whom he saw during a video call and whom Tang Tang had labeled as "irresponsible."

He followed behind an elderly man with a lion’s nose and a broad mouth, an imposing face, and a servile smiling face.

The identity of the old man was now clear to Zhou Ping’an as well; this man was none other than Tang Chenggong, the head of the Tang Family in Linhai.

During the previous battle in the city against the Wolf King, Tang Chenggong and Old Master Zhao, Zhao Wenxun, although knowing they were no match for the Silver Wolf King, had stepped forward to intercept its movements, which greatly alleviated some of the frustration in Zhou Ping’an’s heart.

No matter how unreliable the behavior and manner of these two families’ juniors might be,

The first-generation pioneers still conducted themselves with great responsibility.

At this moment, Zhao Wenxun was extremely deferential.

Even appearing less like an S-Class master than he should.

"The Zhao Family has had many missteps in the past, Zhao Shirong and Zhao Shijie, those two spoiled brats in particular, had the gall to be disrespectful to Chief Zhou. Not long ago, I expelled them from the family records..."

It seemed he felt that such an apology alone was insufficient.

Biting his teeth, Zhao Wenxun bowed his head in thanks, "Chief Zhou saved my life from the jaws of the Wolf King, and I truly have no way to repay you. Luckily, my Zhao Family has a garden in Dongjiang which I would like to gift to Chief Zhou to enjoy, a token of my gratitude. Please do not take offense."

"Old Master Zhao is too kind."

Zhou Ping’an didn’t say much, casually accepting the land deed handed to him, thinking that in his struggle against Zhao Shirong and Zhao Shijie, he hadn’t really lost out. In fact, one brother was already cold in death and the other was likely on his way to a complete demise.

Under these circumstances, not only did the Zhao Family not dare harbor any thoughts of enmity, but they also needed to curry favor with him generously, an inexplicable turn of events.

It could only be said that at any time, power was invariably the truest and most undeniable force.

When power amassed within an individual, that person became the world unto himself.

Tang Chenggong also stepped forward with a beaming smile to express his gratitude, "I’ve long admired Chief Zhou’s Divine Power. Your trip to Proluo State made our nation proud, hitting the Sky Eagle People to the point where they couldn’t lift their heads. I hold immense admiration for you...

This time, I received Chief Zhou’s life-saving grace, and I don’t have much with which to repay you, only a promise—if there is any command you have in the future, I, old Tang, will face it without hesitation, even if it’s a mountain of knives or a sea of fire."

As he spoke, he passed along a card.

"What’s this? Oh no, oh no, I can’t accept money. Wouldn’t that be leading me astray?"

Zhou Ping’an was confused and quickly refused.

The promise of Old Master Tang was significant, making it clear that henceforth, the Tang Family would regard Zhou as their leader.

Was such a pledge made lightly?

Was he not afraid that Zhou would send them to the front lines to fight ferocious beasts, where they might suffer heavy losses?

They weren’t afraid at all.

Zhou Ping’an saw the conviction in Tang Chenggong’s eyes and understood.

This was Tang Tang’s grandfather.

Well, now it seems even more inappropriate to accept the gift.

"Sigh, it’s not my intention for anything else, but it’s just that Little Tangtang has been living in Dongjiang on her own, lacking even basic provisions, and enduring hardships. It pains my heart, as her grandfather. That child is independent and won’t ask for help, but I can’t just stand by and do nothing. There are two billion in the card—it’s not too much. Consider it pocket money for my little granddaughter."

Two billion?

Pocket money?

Zhou Ping’an’s eyebrows twitched violently.

Looking again at Tang Chenggong with his broad nose and rugged features, he had to admit that he had misjudged him.

"Nephew, I am Tang Shiyou..."

Seeing Zhou Ping’an took the card,

A middle-aged man with handsome features and a scholarly face squeezed over energetically and greeted him before he had even finished speaking.

Yet Zhou Ping’an acted as if he didn’t hear, laughing and changing the subject, "It’s getting late, no need for farewells. I’m heading back to Dongjiang, and we can gather again when time permits."

The words choked in Tang Shiyou’s throat, his face turned pale, and he trembled.

He saw the looks from the people around him, some of disdain, some of pity, but none with warmth.

Even his own father looked at him with icy eyes.

"Confine him when we get home, don’t let him make a spectacle."

This was what Tang Chenggong ordered.

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