Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 568 - 471 Peeking into Secrets + - 472 A Misstep_2

Chapter 568: Chapter 471 Peeking into Secrets + Chapter 472 A Misstep_2

Just thinking about it in detail made one’s heart shudder...

This world was too deep.

Perhaps, in the eyes of some, all his struggles were akin to a Little Fish in the vast sea, hardly worth noting or targeting.

It had nothing to do with being extremely powerful.

After his daily self-reflection, Zhou Ping’an still couldn’t suppress a faint joy in his heart.

He reached out his finger again, lightly tapping the Brass Paperweight on the desk.

This time, he was pointing at the orange-yellow light spots within the black and white network.

"Snap..."

With a crisp sound, the Brass Paperweight cracked into eight pieces.

His fingertip also felt some resistance.

’Same force, a red spot spells destruction, a yellow spot reveals a flaw, so what about a white spot?’

As soon as the thought occurred, he acted.

This time Zhou Ping’an pointed at a celadon cup in his line of sight.

"Thunk!"

Zhou Ping’an stared at the still water cup, then at his finger rebounding in slight astonishment.

No change whatsoever.

’Try again.’

This time, Zhou Ping’an applied a bit more force.

Still no change, just that the cup had been pushed and slid forward half a foot.

I refuse to believe I can’t detect any effect, what’s the issue?

Add a strand of Gang Qi.

"Snap..."

Still, it didn’t break.

Zhou Ping’an was greatly puzzled.

Picking up the water cup for a close inspection, he saw that the ordinary celadon cup had, at some unknown time, gained some extra jade-like luster, looking slightly more beautiful.

He suspected it was an illusion.

Then with Gang Qi, he pointed at two of the white spots.

It turned out to be real, unexpectedly strengthening the water cup significantly.

’I get it, the white spots are the strong points of an object, the very foundation of its solidity. Attacking white spots is akin to reinforcing...’

With that realization, Zhou Ping’an’s eyes suddenly sparkled.

If red spots impacted the most, just like the "death points" written about in comics and novels, hitting them would corner the enemy into a dire situation, leaving them half dead if not completely.

Then the white spots weren’t for targeting enemies, but rather for "targeting" allies.

Striking them would immediately unleash potential, greatly augment the ally’s strength; even if it lasted for an extremely brief period of time, it still had an immense effect.

Looking at the jade color presenting itself on the celadon water cup, slowly dissipating and returning to its original state, Zhou Ping’an remained reflective.

Yellow spots were not useless either, seeming to overlap slightly with the function of red spots, but their effect was not that significant.

However, there were many yellow spots.

On paperweights and brush washers, red spots were only in one or two places.

But there were more than a dozen yellow spots.

If placed in a situation of confronting an enemy, red spots would be fatal vulnerabilities, guarded most diligently by the foe.

While yellow spots were the unnoticed flaws, striking there could accumulate an advantage for a final victory.

Then naturally, white spots were the strongest points.

Even if exposed, they were either traps or places unafraid of attacks.

"This is the real ingenious application of Entering the Minutiae Realm."

Zhou Ping’an pushed open the door, took in a breath of cool, damp morning air, felt the refreshing chill in his lungs, and let out a long turbid breath, feeling the blockages in his heart slowly dissolving.

After reaching the Third Heaven in the "Entering Minutiae" process, the end days for the reclusive Mansion Master Cui, who had always refused to show himself, may well be approaching.

He hadn’t attempted it yet.

But recalling the previous encounters with the "Blood Spirit Child," he could roughly make a judgment.

The "Blood Spirit Child" was indestructible not because the creature was powerful enough to withstand attacks.

But because he lacked specific energy and had not found its fatal weakness.

"What has made you so happy? Could it be a huge breakthrough in your Cultivation?

No, that can’t be right. Advancement in Cultivation can’t be tricked, and not much time has passed; the increase would be limited anyway. So, could it be that your Sword Techniques have improved?"

Third Miss was just at the door when she heard it open, swiftly moving to Zhou Ping’an’s side, she glanced over him and noticed an indescribable spirit and vigor, an uplifting aura that was captivating at first sight.

’He looks even better.’

Lin Huaiyu stealthily took another glance, wanting to see more but scolding herself for her shamelessness in her heart, though she couldn’t help feeling a bit of inexplicable joy.

There was no need to ask further; it was clear he had made significant progress, and his whole demeanor seemed completely different.

Like the saying, "The face is a reflection of the heart," his unshakable confidence, his invincibility, was particularly infectious.

It brought a sense of tranquility to one’s heart.

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Chapter 472, A Misstep

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"That’s right, Little Yu has sharp eyes, nothing can escape your notice."

Zhou Ping’an was in an excellent mood, not minding the presumption of changing his address.

Lin Huaiyu’s ears tinged red with embarrassment, her heart nearly melting as she coyishly said, "Brother Zhou, you’ve changed, not as composed as before. Whether your Sword Techniques have improved, I’m not sure, but you’ve certainly become far slicker."

"Heh... you know all about whether I’m slick or not. Come on, let’s test out the move."

As he spoke, Zhou Ping’an posed his palm as a blade, controlling the Qi and Blood Strength in his body as well as the Gang Qi, aligning roughly with Lin Huaiyu. He performed the "Windless Waves" move with a floating motion.

"Whoosh," as the blade’s momentum advanced, the air filled with undulating waves of the sword, as if without a fixed target and yet encompassing all directions within its strike.

Every time Lin Huaiyu watched him wield the sword, she felt she could never see enough. The fluidity, the natural blend of softness and strength, the harmony, it was like witnessing the most beautiful painting.