Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 456 - 405: Drizzle of Gilded Silk, Metamorphosis of the Soul

Chapter 456: Chapter 405: Drizzle of Gilded Silk, Metamorphosis of the Soul

Zhou Ping’an, blessed with a spiritual heart, did not choose a specific place, and just sat cross-legged on a patch of green grass, revolving the "Heart Sutra of Vast Cold."

At this moment, after the golden light drizzle fell, he found that the qi-blood in his body became more active, the flow of his True Qi smoother, his vitality more vigorous, and most oddly, his spiritual power had enhanced.

At this moment, he was not burning the Power of Wishes nor was his brain overclocking, yet insights poured in unceasingly, giving the illusion that his mind had become much sharper.

It was as if he had been blindly existing in this world and suddenly, one day, he saw the true nature of heaven and earth, the truth of this world.

Such enlightenment moved him inexplicably, yet it felt absolutely right.

If he had to describe it, it was like his Spiritual Aperture had opened and his spirituality had greatly increased.

The changes in his physical body were just some additional benefits.

With that in mind, what else was there to consider? To maximize the benefits, among the cultivation techniques he possessed, only the "Heart Sutra of Vast Cold" specialized in refining the soul. With a thought, he immediately attempted to circulate it.

Boom...

As the cultivation technique operated, Zhou Ping’an felt as if he saw a group of palaces, indescribably cold and clear, emerging in his mind, with trees rustling and fairies dancing...

In this mysterious space, it seemed as if an invisible and intangible cold energy was pouring into his mind.

He could feel his spirit growing rapidly while the grass around him, without wind or wave, started to ripple, extending outward in all directions.

With his mental induction, the sky seemed to brighten.

Two hundred meters, three hundred meters, the range of his mental induction continued to expand.

...

At this time, all the citizens in the city had spontaneously walked outside, stepping under the golden drizzle, bathing in the strange heavenly phenomenon. They had only a vague sense that this phenomenon was beneficial, though they had no idea what the true benefits were.

Perhaps it was the first person who exclaimed, "This feels so good!"

Soon, more people discovered this.

Stepping outside, their initial fears faded instantly, and even the weak and elderly found new energy coursing through their aged and disabled bodies, as if much improved.

Then, more and more citizens went to the streets, mostly the old, the weak, women, and children, all looking up at the sky with joy rising in their hearts.

Gliding over rooftops like a fairy, Lin Huaiyu did not find it strange at all.

The able-bodied workers of Qingyang City, nearly all of them, had been assigned to work outside the city, constructing roads, sowing seeds, building, and reclaiming land... As Qingyang City expanded its fields and villages, even a massive workforce could be absorbed.

Seeing the golden drizzle falling, she thought of something and became slightly uneasy, feeling it necessary to approach Black Mountain to have a look.

Just as she had leaped onto the city wall, she stopped in her tracks.

She stared, dazed, hundreds of meters away from the city, where a figure in green robes sat in the wilderness, above whose head a vast funnel appeared, slowly rotating.

Numerous golden rain threads in the sky, drifting along, began to converge with the vortex’s motion, falling toward the top of his head.

So much so that within hundreds of meters above his head, not a single drop of golden rain fell elsewhere.

"S-senior brother."

Lin Huaiyu was first startled, then immediately overjoyed, whispering a cheer.

It had been a few days since she had seen her senior brother, and unexpectedly, he had quietly returned.

Was he too worried about Qingyang City, or was he thinking about her?

’Wasn’t it said that this golden rain is useful to all spirits in the world but not much use to humans? What is senior brother doing?’

She had also carefully felt the substance falling from the sky. It looked like rain but was in fact intangible.

Apart from making the mind clearer and more active, it was like an invisible qi, permeating the body and then dispersing, leaving without a trace...

However, seeing the commotion Zhou Ping’an was stirring up, even if she did not understand, she knew that her senior brother must have benefited, a fact evidenced by his look of enjoyment; clearly, the benefit was not small.

"Come over here."

Lost in thought, she suddenly heard his voice, and at the same time, she felt a faint pulling force reaching down to her.

Lin Huaiyu simply did not resist, her figure flashed, and she was within the range of the swirling funnel.

"Sit down, relax your heart, don’t be afraid, it won’t hurt."

Zhou Ping’an said with a gentle laugh.

Lin Huaiyu’s cheeks flushed slightly, thinking to herself that senior brother was speaking in his usual bizarre way again.

What did he mean by it wouldn’t hurt? Was it not just the intertwining of divine souls and the interconnection of hearts?

Not only was it painless, but it also felt very comfortable.

Since she had already tried it a few times before, Lin Huaiyu was no stranger to this mental connection.

As soon as she opened her heart, she felt a vast amount of spiritual power thundering into her.

For a time, she did not know whether it was real or a dream, only feeling as if she were in the deepest, sweetest dreamscape.

Before she could come back to her senses,

suddenly a set of incantations and a passage of scripture appeared in her mind.

Despite being completely unfamiliar, Lin Huaiyu naturally grasped some of the essence and subtleties of it.

No misunderstanding, no need for heartfelt enlightenment, it was as if she had known it from birth.

As the two spirits intertwined, Lin Huaiyu’s spirit also expanded limitlessly, able to see within a range of over 350 meters around her, the growth of every blade of grass, the waving of antennae of each insect, and could also see those indistinct, ethereal airs in the void, merging with her spirit, bolstering her divine soul.

’The "Heart Sutra of Vast Cold", what level of scripture is this?’

Lin Huaiyu suddenly opened his eyes, his gaze towards Zhou Ping’an filled with shock. In this world, hierarchies in the cultivation techniques were clearly defined; any technique adorned with the character "Scripture" was without exception a treasured legacy of a millennium-old sect.

He did not know where his senior brother had acquired such a profound Immortal Scripture, especially one that was the rarest and hardest to find—a Spirit Refinement class Immortal Scripture. If people from those great sects were to become aware, then perhaps even the most respected seniors in the True Martial Realm would set aside their dignity to obtain it by any means necessary.

No wonder his senior brother taught the technique in such a shameful manner. Without written words, without uttering a single word. Feeling how rapidly his soul was strengthening, his mastery and understanding of all the techniques he had cultivated improved, and he controlled them with even finer precision.

At the same time, his self-realized "Ocean Moonrise" Martial Intent, the Sword Intent of Mingyue that condensed in his mind, gradually solidified from abstract to tangible, becoming real and much more powerful. Lin Huaiyu suddenly found tears rolling down his cheeks, filled with a multitude of emotions.

The Golden Rain this time did not last too long. An hour later, the clouds dispersed and the rain ceased. Once again, the sun shone brightly in the sky. Excited cheers sounded everywhere once again.

These were the sounds of the farmers excited upon seeing their rice and bean sprouts had shot up significantly, and the harvest time had moved up significantly. Just thinking that in a few months, they would harvest piles and piles of grain, everyone spontaneously wished to protect this land, not wanting to endure those days of hunger and uncertainty ever again.

Never did they wish to return to the past. "Sweet dew descends from heavens, all things grow... This is a good omen!" "Yes, ever since General Zhou came to Qingyang City, our lives have had direction, no longer needing to worry about hunger. I truly fear this is but a dream."

"Of course, it’s not a dream, this is reality. You all are misinformed. A cousin of mine serves as a Unit Leader in the Tyrant’s Army; he secretly told me this morning—don’t go spreading this around, okay?" A farmer whispered, a proud expression on his face, "I heard that General Zhou has already led his troops to a great victory over the Red Lotus Bandit Army, seizing East Mountain and Yunhu County. Recently, a divine ceremony was held within Yunhu County’s boundaries. At that time, the Red Lotus Bandit [Heavenly Sword King Chengtian] attacked, but how mighty is General Zhou! In the presence of hundreds of thousands of civilians, he slain Yue Chengtian with his blade..."

"The slain Chengtian, a bandit whose Fame once shook the world, with unparalleled Cultivation, was indeed a formidable figure. Because he was killed during the ceremony honoring the Earth God, it pleased the Divine Spirits and they showered us with such sweet dew, blessing us all..." This person was quite talented at spinning tales.

Towards the end, the stories became increasingly wild. However, given the sudden and inexplicable Golden Rain, no one had reason to doubt. Rumors and facts combined made it impossible not to believe.

"With the Red Lotus Bandits eradicated by General Zhou, Qingyang City is safe from threats; we might really live in peace. If it continues like this, even the Emperor himself is no different, right?" Another person joined in the conversation.

As he spoke, he pulled a rice ball out of his pocket, took a bite with relish, savored the sweet taste, and nodded with eyes full of indulgence. "That..." The farmer with a cousin in the army hesitated.

"Give me half your rice ball, and I’ll tell you another piece of news." "If you won’t tell, then don’t. Later I need to clear half an acre of wasteland, and having a full belly helps with the work. I can’t share it with you. It’s your fault for eating so quickly."

The man hurriedly stuffed the rice ball into his mouth, taking two or three big bites, and sighed with satisfaction, deciding he didn’t want to hear the news after all. Could a story satiate hunger? The next meal distribution was still an hour and a half away. Thinking of the next meal, the man’s mouth began to salivate, and he touched his cheek, feeling as if he was putting on weight.

From the north to the south, through the Land of the Four States, it was really not easy to survive to reach Qingyang City. But neither in any state nor in any prefecture had he ever seen a farmer indulge in three meals a day, and with rice at that, my word.

But to live such a life, even if it meant living ten or eight years less, he did not mind at all. "Forget it, I’ve never seen someone like you, hiding your food like a mouse, nibbling now and then. Even the richest households aren’t as particular as you. I’ll tell you the truth, eat more if you can. From what I heard, the swamp to the south might be attacked by the Demonic Barbarian, and my cousin has already joined the army in the mountains this morning. They say it’s to prevent any Demonic Barbarians taking a detour. We need to stay vigilant. If we truly encounter the Demonic Barbarian, we must fight for our lives and cannot flee."

"That’s a given..." Those around all wore slightly bitter expressions, but after some thought, they nodded firmly. At this point, whether it was the Demonic Barbarian or even gods attacking, they were willing to bare their chests and fight for their lives.

A hard-won good life is worth some fatigue. With abundant food, what’s the fear of a little tiredness or hardship? Throughout the world, there are countless commoners who labor year-round without a single satisfying meal.

Aren’t they tired? Just as tired. Doesn’t the Official Government have plenty of food? Plenty. It’s said that in the granaries of the rich families, batches of old grain rot every year.

When war breaks out, heaps of provisions are burned. The reason everyone has nothing to eat, those people simply never met General Zhou. ...