Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 445 - 395: Feng Jiao’s Worries, Seed Weapon

Chapter 445: Chapter 395: Feng Jiao’s Worries, Seed Weapon

"Brother, is this whole garden ours now?"

"Yes."

"Brother, it’s so hot. Can I go for a swim in that small lake?"

"You can, if you’re not afraid of people seeing you... swim as you please."

That place, called a lake, was more like a private swimming pool where one could swim at will.

At this time, with the weather being so scorching, the sight of the clear lake water indeed made one want to dive in and splash around.

However...

Zhou Ping’an glanced at the gushing water at the entry point with a twitch of his heart.

This was running water; he had no idea how much was being wasted.

He remembered the water conservation efforts he had seen over the years.

At home, even when washing dishes, he had to calculate to rinse only twice, afraid to use too much water.

He couldn’t help but fall silent.

"Damn capitalists... Oh, now I’m the capitalist. That’s quite a troubling thought."

Mother Zhou wouldn’t be as conflicted.

She had been reluctant at first, claiming she wasn’t fortunate enough to live in such a luxurious garden.

But when she saw the competitive beauty of the flower beds,

She took out her little hoe and, heaven knows where she found the vegetable seeds, she started diligently tending to the soil and planting crops.

It seems what people say isn’t always what they truly think.

Although Mother Zhou was sad to see such a nice house leveled, she eventually found a "new love".

In a little while, perhaps she would no longer remember Jinguiyuan.

After all, one must always look forward, right?

"Ping’an, I’ve found the latest varieties of the spring wheat, spring potatoes, and soybean seeds you were looking for and have placed the order.

However, as for rice and millet, their seeds are too delicate to take risks, so I chose the G95 stable version for you..."

Lan Fengjiao watched Mother Zhou and Zhou Xiaolan with a smile.

She didn’t say much.

Jinguiyuan was, after all, her gift to Zhou Ping’an as a token of apprenticeship, yet she didn’t feel the slightest sense of loss.

To her, houses are made to be lived in. If one is accidentally damaged, then it’s damaged; just find another one.

This "Hundred Flowers Garden," though, even she was a bit shocked, thinking that the Zhao Family indeed had deep pockets.

But she supposed it was a necessary move.

The growth rate of the man before her was simply too fast. Anyone with such an enemy, constantly fretting over him, probably wouldn’t be able to sleep or eat well.

Being able to use some extrinsic objects to appease his anger was a price she was willing to pay no matter how extravagant.

Her eyes fluctuated slightly when she remembered the people from the Hongguang Group’s Capital City headquarters coming to find Zhou Ping’an; she couldn’t help but sigh.

It was said that Mr. Teng could not even give his gifts.

Now, being left hanging and extremely anxious.

This was somewhat awkward.

Lan Fengjiao knew a bit more, understanding how these corporate companies operated internally.

Despite their mighty capital and power, able to muster a vast private army at a moment’s notice,

Once they were spread across the provinces and counties of Zhuxia, their power seemed insignificant.

They had opponents, too.

If they failed to gain Zhou Ping’an’s forgiveness, there would be people who would, under Zhou Ping’an’s name, make trouble for them.

When that happened, it could lead to a situation where a pack of wolves devours a tiger.

So, if they couldn’t deliver the gift, would they have to raise the stakes?

Otherwise, they would have to brace themselves and prepare to face whatever sudden actions Zhou Ping’an might take.

"Thank you, Sister Lan."

Zhou Ping’an didn’t consider the current situation too much.

He simply followed his heart.

He didn’t even care about the underhand intrigues.

What was urgent now wasn’t some power struggle...

He hadn’t forgotten how his current identity and status had come about.

It was simply because his martial strength had surpassed that of ordinary people by just a bit.

People saw value in him and also a threat.

So, the dangerous situation he had been in was swiftly resolved.

Someone once said,

When you grow strong, you’ll find that everyone around you becomes very kind, and the world becomes a better place.

If so, why overthink?

The only thing that mattered was becoming stronger, right?

Once he stood atop the world, looking down on all beings, then the whole world would be full of friends.

It’s as simple as that.

"Getting these seeds has lifted a huge weight off my shoulders, Sister Lan. Have you felt any discomfort these past few days? Let me give you another massage."

Zhou Ping’an said, tentatively.

Lan Fengjiao’s face flushed red as she quickly glanced around. Seeing that Tang Tang and Dong Mingyue were behaving as if they hadn’t heard anything, she felt somewhat reassured and answered in a low voice, "Okay."

’Geez, it’s like we’re having an affair.’

Zhou Ping’an rolled his eyes, somewhat speechless.

These women had all enjoyed his meticulous massages; how should I put it—it’s about moving the blood and circulating the qi through the meridians.

Compared to masters in Another World who take on pupils, he had delved deeper into this area.

After all, being able to practice the Life and Death Impermanence Needle Technique to the point of Completion without worrying about harming the body is something ordinary masters wouldn’t have.

And even if such people did exist, they wouldn’t have the patience to teach disciples who haven’t even laid their foundation.

They would scarcely give them a second glance.

According to Elder Qing, even within the Lishan Sword Sect, a talent who could practice the Life and Death Impermanence Needle to Completion within the True Qi Realm comes only once in several hundred years; they’re quite a rare species.

Generally speaking, only when one reaches the True Martial Realm and begins to comprehend the laws of Heaven and Earth can one be confident in achieving Completion for several skills.

That is the perspective of looking at issues from a higher vantage point, which naturally allows one to discover and solve problems.

It has nothing to do with innate talent anymore.

With such a completed skill in hand, Zhou Ping’an found instructing his "disciple" a breeze; concerns like hidden injuries or risks simply did not exist.

After making sure Lan Fengjiao took the "Sun Chasing Pill," Zhou Ping’an geared up, meticulously channeling his Qi-Blood into her limbs and bones.

Sensing through Mental Induction that changes were occurring in President Lan’s bones and that a trace of Yuan Blood was being generated, he relaxed.

After thinking for a moment, he added another dose of Impermanence Life Qi to reside permanently in Lan Fengjiao’s body and said with a smile, "Next, it’s all about taking medicine and replenishing blood. It would be best to progress in an orderly manner, and you’ll need to catch up on the previous lessons. Training more with Mingyue will do the trick."

"Mmm, I understand."

Lan Fengjiao was blushing so intensely it was alarming; she lowered her head, and her voice was as quiet as a mosquito’s.

Gone was the semblance of a powerful woman.

"You’ve worked hard, Master Zhou. Go and attend to your business, I’ll take another rest if I feel tired."

"Oh, then you get some good rest. Stay here for now; no need to rush back and forth. Little Tian hasn’t caused any trouble, has he?"

At that moment, Zhou Ping’an finally remembered his inexpensive little disciple.

He had heard that the boy had become a king at school, his fame spreading through the eighteen primary schools in the west of the city; no one was unaware of his reputation. He seemed to be doing quite well.

"There’s been no trouble. Little Tian is mild-mannered and never bullies his classmates. He hardly ever gets physical unless someone troubles him first. But, the teacher has given up on assigning him homework, which is just ridiculous."

"Haha, as long as he can read and do addition and subtraction, that’s fine. There’s no need to be too serious about academics. It’s the cultivation of his character that should be emphasized..."

"Mmm."

Lan Fengjiao agreed with a nod, fully endorsing Zhou Ping’an’s point of view.

With the scale of the Tianxiang Group, even a little bit of resources leaked through the cracks for Lan Xiaotian would ensure that none would worry about him going to school or finding a job. Whatever he learned was entirely based on interest, without any need to compete with others for spots.

It’s rather pointless.

As Zhou Ping’an turned and left,

Lan Fengjiao quickly scrambled to her feet.

With swift hands and feet, she grabbed a towel nearby and wiped away the large wet patch beneath her.

Then, she breathed a long sigh of relief.

Turning on the faucet, she soaked the towel, then Lan Fengjiao sat on the bed with her eyes half-closed, a smile hanging on her lips.

Practicing Martial Arts? No way.

Lying down alone, her cultivation was rapidly increasing—no one would want to painstakingly train.

However, she had heard that in Ancient Times, there was some sort of dual Secret Technique, where just by sleeping, one could make leaps and bounds in advancement. Where could one possibly obtain it?

At the thought, Lan Fengjiao shuddered, an image of a certain individual flashed through her mind, and she knew she couldn’t continue down this rabbit hole of wild thoughts.

Quickly wringing out the cloth, she turned off the faucet and went to find Dong Mingyue.

It was indeed time to practice some Martial Techniques; a stronger body made everything better, but her Essence and energy were a little too robust.

Too much Qi-Blood always led to wild thoughts.

...

After Zhou Ping’an had taken care of the difficulties with food seeds and weapons, his mind was free of worries.

Now at leisure, he instructed Zhou Xiaolan not to save any meals for him, and entered the Quiet Room, burned incense and sat in meditation, wholly devoted to cultivation.

His first focus was not on cultivating the "Heart Sutra of Vast Cold".

This Cultivation Technique wasn’t a feat that could be achieved overnight.

The strengthening of the soul is a long-term project, and whether one’s cultivation speed was fast or slow, it was impossible to reach the upper limit quickly. It’s a matter where hard work pays off.

One can take it slowly.

What really interested him was the King of Light’s Golden Body Technique.

After reaching the Eighth Level, Zhou Ping’an could stand firm on the earth, draw strength from it, and enhance his defense... Around his body, a protective layer of Gang Qi would spontaneously form, impregnable.

At the same time, he discovered that the thick, mountain-like golden energy not only protected him like armor but also penetrated the layers of his skin, adding an Inner Armor. Golden light illuminated his flesh and blood, transforming his body into a unique pattern of Primordial Flawlessness.

Any energy attack coming in would first be diminished by seven or eight tenths by the Protective Qi shield outside, before the golden light in his skin and muscles would spring into action to dissipate the remaining energy.

If that still didn’t stop the attack, then the dense energy within his body would contract and concentrate, shielding his vital organs, and spread out across key areas to form a network of light.

"With all-round protection, this Cultivation Technique might not yet have reached the level of Immortal Sutra. It’s only at the level of a Treasure Manuscript, but when it comes to defense, it is extremely specialized. If truly cultivated to the Complete Level, its effect might not even be slightly inferior to that of ’Starry Bone’..."

Zhou Ping’an silently experienced the triple-layered network of light protecting his body, as well as the continuous transfer of energy from the earth, feeling an ultimate sense of security in his heart.