Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path
Chapter 645 - 519: Mirror Trace Disturbance + - 520: Blockade

Chapter 645: Chapter 519: Mirror Trace Disturbance + Chapter 520: Blockade

Chapter 519: Stirrings of the Mirror Trace + Chapter 520: Lockdown

East River City.

Baihua Manor.

Morning light struck the window, filtering through the delicately patterned chiffon curtain and casting beautiful luminous patterns on the wooden floor.

Zhou Ping’an opened his eyes, immediately smelling the strange fragrance of flowers, hearing the distant chirping of birds, and the daily groans of his little sister, Zhou Lan, when she gets up.

"Mom, it’s Saturday, we don’t have classes, why get up so early? Even if you do, why drag me out of bed too? I finally have a chance to get some beauty sleep."

"Sleep, sleep, all you know is sleep? Didn’t you say you wanted to practice the Impermanence Needle Technique? Even talked about making a name for yourself in Yujing, to bring glory to the Martial Arts world, with this kind of practice... I doubt it..."

Mother Zhou was very aware of her daughter’s character, knowing she was merely grumbling as a morning habit and had no intention of slacking off.

However, her son Zhou Ping’an hadn’t been seen for two to three days, and she had no idea where he had gone. Captain Tang had visited twice without finding him, and by the look on her face, she seemed to have urgent matters.

’Could he have gone overseas again?’

Mother Zhou sighed.

She harbored slight worries but found it not right to voice them.

Her son now possessed capabilities beyond her wildest dreams, and in terms of status, he had skyrocketed to unthinkable heights.

Even the newly appointed Eastern River Mayor had to be cautious and deferential when speaking with him.

Wouldn’t you say his status is high?

When she went out to buy groceries these days, even without paying much attention, she could detect ten or twenty sturdy bodyguards, whether overt or covert, surrounding her. Though they tried to blend in with passersby, she just knew they were specifically assigned to protect her.

It wasn’t just her; when Zhou Lan went out, she was also followed quietly by many guards.

Moreover, sometimes when she deliberately paused, she could overhear whispers on the street about her son wreaking havoc in Linhai City.

People even said that he alone had flattened the Ninth Seashore Base in Linhai, killing everyone.

’He’s not that kind of person; it must be slander, rumors...’

Mother Zhou felt a chill in her heart upon hearing this, but at the same time, a great indignation.

When a tree stands out in the forest, the wind will invariably blow fiercest against it.

With her son being so outstanding, it’s inevitable that there are many rumors and gossip.

However, no matter what, the child has grown up and become a significant figure; she should try not to influence his decisions.

After all, whatever he says, just go along with it.

Mother Zhou looked at the colorful sunlight reflected on the dew of the purple and white roses outside the window, let out a long sigh, and somehow, her thoughts drifted back to her husband.

Back then, the family had struggled to make ends meet. Her husband had worked himself to the bone, solely hoping to raise their children well so that they would not be bullied in the future.

He probably couldn’t have dreamed that the Zhou Family would reach the level it has today, could he?

Regretfully, he would never see their current prosperity.

Mother Zhou thought of the past and then looked at the present, feeling both fulfillment and loss.

The son doesn’t need her attention, but the daughter cannot be left alone.

"Look at you, all grown up and still not taking care of your appearance. When you have time, at least put on your pajamas properly, and your eyes – don’t you know to wipe away the sleep in them?"

"Mom..."

Zhou Lan blushed at her mother’s words, her drowsiness completely gone, and she hurried into the vast bathroom.

In the empty house, her murmurs could faintly be heard.

She seemed to be complaining about something along the lines of an "unfair mother who prefers her son over her daughter," incomprehensible mutterings.

The air was filled with a cheerful atmosphere.

Zhou Ping’an withdrew his senses and a silent smile spread across his lips.

In Another World, every day he was on edge, competing every second to strengthen himself, matching wits and courage with heroes from all sides, struggling to carve out a place for himself, all immensely stressful.

But returning to modern society, smelling the light fragrance of flowers and listening to the daily quarrels between his mother and sister, he felt an inexplicable sense of tranquility.

’The reason I’m so eager to grow stronger quickly is precisely to ensure my family and friends can always live in peace and happiness, isn’t it? The world is changing too fast, dangers always lurk, and there’s no hope of living comfortably or the way one desires without sufficient strength.’

’Zhao Mountain Prefecture must be conquered quickly, otherwise, if Brahma Temple and the World Family’s Tang Clan react and send numerous experts to reinforce, there could be unforeseen complications.’

’The third Spirit Tide is not far off, my current strength is far from sufficient, and it’s not out of the question that Brahma Temple may take a desperate gamble and mobilize a large number of Heavenly Cave experts. The best course of action, actually, is to completely refine the Heavenly Origin Nine Orifices.’

That was precisely the reason Zhou Ping’an hastily left instructions and rushed back to the modern world.

Using the Yin Yang Void Stone obtained from the Incarnation of Blood Asura, which was originally Old Monk Xuanming’s, he successfully refined the Heavenly Origin First Acupoint. Although his power had increased by a great margin, accumulating that energy was unimaginable.

The amount of Spiritual Energy in the world is finite; even if he cultivated at unprecedented speeds, he still needed to use his spiritual power to draw upon the Spiritual Mechanism and integrate it into the Acupoint, refining it before it becomes readily utilisable energy.

This process, unavoidable, was an operation of grinding perseverance.

Even those with exceptional gifts might cultivate faster, but they cannot create something out of nothing.

As a result, his Heavenly Origin First Acupoint is currently but an empty vessel...

If this Body Orifice were compared to a lake, the energy he has accumulated thus far is comparable to a small pond’s volume of water, a long way from being filled to the brim, activating the Orifice, and unleashing its full potential, it is still a distant goal.