Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path Chapter 210 - 210 182 Enhancement Defects Inner Mirror Space

210: Chapter 182: Enhancent Defects, Inner Mirror Space 210: Chapter 182: Enhancent Defects, Inner Mirror Space “It’s fine, the Gentle Water Eight Steps stimulate potential, invigorate the blood, and enhance strength, laying a foundation.

Little Tian has entered the door, so to speak, and his strength will grow every day.

Let him eat to his fill, and eat plenty of at.”

After saying that, Zhou Ping’an didn’t pay attention to the foolish boy bouncing around like a little monkey.

Instead, he looked curiously at Lan Fengjiao.

Speaking of which,

President Lan, aside from being extraordinarily beautiful, has a generous personality and is very good at doing business, readily gifting him a mansion…

Zhou Ping’an had a good impression of her.

When teaching the foundational cultivation technique “Gentle Water Eight Steps,” he didn’t avoid her either.

The implication was clear.

If you want to learn, go ahead.

If you don’t want to learn, just watch from the side, it’s no trouble.

As expected, she really wanted to learn.

Seeing Tang Tang and Dong Mingyue practicing enthusiastically, she shyly asked Zhou Ping’an to feel her muscles and bones and press her acupoints.

Strangely, she couldn’t keep practicing for long.

After just a few steps, she experienced a backlash of Qi-Blood and nearly fainted.

So, for the latter half of an hour, she was essentially performing logistical work, serving tea and water, without showing much disappointnt on her face, although she was actually quite frustrated internally.

That kind of heavy and lonely emotion,

Zhou Ping’an saw it with just a glance.

He reached out and pressed on Lan Fengjiao’s wrist, sensing the fluctuation of Qi-Blood in her body and felt that it was sowhat abnormal.

The Qi-Blood fluctuation of ordinary people is usually not very different between peaks and troughs.

In one’s mind, it is like a streamlined wave pattern, very smooth.

However, Lan Fengjiao’s Qi-Blood fluctuations were different.

At the peak, it surged high like a sharp cone.

And at the trough, it plunged deep…

The frequency shift between them had a kind of uncontrollable violence to it.

“Your Qi-Blood is not right,”

Zhou Ping’an sighed softly.

“Where is it wrong?

Can’t I really practice the Gentle Water Eight Steps?” She had already resigned herself to the fact that if she couldn’t practice, then she wasn’t cut out for practicing martial arts.

Hearing this, Lan Fengjiao still felt very disappointed.

If she hadn’t seen the changes in the others, it wouldn’t have mattered.

They had only practiced for a short while, and her brother could already punch through a thin wooden board.

Wouldn’t he beco a superhuman in the future?

In the Zhuxia cultural sphere, who doesn’t dream of soaring high, shattering mountains and seas, and prolonging life?

Even if one couldn’t reach that level,

it was also good to strengthen the body and protect oneself.

The larger her business grew, the more she felt the covetous gazes around her.

Over the years, she had faced quite a few crises.

Surviving and expanding her business this much, sotis, it had to be said, was due to good luck.

“Let put it this way, the Qi-Blood in your body is sowhat different from Little Tian and the others.

Their Qi-Blood is calm and stable, but despite your stronger constitution, your Qi-Blood fluctuation seems sowhat fierce…”

Zhou Ping’an chose his words carefully.

He had actually never seen such Qi-Blood before.

“Gene Strengthening Solution,”

Lan Fengjiao and Tang Tang said in unison.

Dong Mingyue looked on in confusion, not understanding what was going on.

“Right, it’s very likely because of the Strengthening Solution.”

Lan Fengjiao smacked her thigh in annoyance.

“Two years ago, I took a dose of Strengthening Solution.

Since then, my body did beco much stronger, and my strength and speed nearly doubled.

I used to be as weak as Little Tian, but then I got better.”

As she recalled, she continued, “After I took the Strengthening Solution, I would often have inexplicable dreams for three months, sotis staying awake all night, over-excited.

When sothing went against my wishes, I had the urge to hit people, flip tables…”

“That’s right, it’s because of this that many of us choose to stay away from the Gene Strengthening Solution.

Especially among traditional and conservative martial arts practitioners, a significant number regard genetic modification and strengthening as a scourge.

They claim that stuff is poisonous, that whatever you gain, you lose sothing else.”

Tang Tang suddenly interjected.

Her social circle was wider, and she heard various opinions.

“Yes, I heard a classmate ntion it once, but it was quickly criticized by others as sour grapes…”

Dong Mingyue suddenly realized.

She certainly believed Zhou Ping’an’s judgent; her senior brother’s assessnt was surely not wrong.

Additionally, the miraculous effect of the foundational cultivation technique “Gentle Water Eight Steps” she had just experienced herself.

If everyone else could practice it but Lan Fengjiao couldn’t, it must be due to the gene potion, not any other reason.

She was wealthy and did not lack channels.

Obtaining the Gene Strengthening Solution was not difficult.

Compared to the benefits one could gain from taking such a potion, a few months of poor sleep and occasional slight loss of control were nothing.

“Don’t worry, your genes have changed.

Once I research and co up with a solution, maybe I can solve the problem,”

Zhou Ping’an comforted Lan Fengjiao, who looked dejected.

He was not being untrue.

The dicine Dong Mingyue had been instructed to prepare previously was only so common dicinal materials available on the market, such as ginseng, fleece-flower root, ganoderma, poria, and notoginseng.

The main dicine, however, was not included.

Indeed, what he wanted to refine was sothing else.

It was the Blood Fortifying Pill…

How important was this dicinal pill anyway?

Whether it was for refining flesh, strengthening muscles and bones, or refining marrow blood, it was needed for all of them.

Without the support of dicine, it’s not that one cannot practice.

But it would require a massive amount of ti, to be slowly ground out.

The waste of ti could be asured in decades.

Zhou Ping’an obtained so prescriptions from Lin Huaiyu.

These things, the Third Miss basically did not hide from him.

After taking control of Baicao Hall as well.

He even got the unique Lishan Sect recipes for elixirs like the Vitality Pill, the Everlasting Spring Pill, and the Sun Chasing Pill.

He even consulted with Lin Huaiyu on alchemy and discussed with Zhang Ye, the forr Third Elder of Baicao Hall, about how to cultivate dicinal herbs.

He didn’t miss out on learning anything that he should learn; Zhou Ping’an learned it all.

It’s one thing to learn it.

But to apply it to the modern world.

It is like “a good wife is hard-pressed without rice to cook.”

A very awkward situation arose; he couldn’t find the key dicinal herbs.

He had been searching around all the major herbal shops for days and asked several veteran physicians, yet no one even recognized the Sunfla Flower, let alone the Xin Yelan.

The Sunfla Flower is the main ingredient for refining high-level blood replenishing elixirs; he didn’t need it for the ti being, and not finding it wasn’t an issue; he could slowly try to find substitute herbs later.

But not having found the Xin Yelan ant he couldn’t make the Blood Fortifying Pill either.

When Zhou Ping’an previously made up for his body’s deficits, he had experinted several tis…

He discovered that without Xin Yelan, the efficacy of the Blood-Strengthening Soup was actually just over 10% of the complete Blood Fortifying Pill.

It was far less effective than the Qi Blood Powder that cost five taels of silver per dose.

If the efficacy was not enough, the quantity had to compensate.

However, this ant the cost was too high to ntion, and the cultivation efficiency was reduced by several folds.

“I still need to collect more dicinal herbs all around, to see if there is any similar herb in the wild,” he thought.

Without revealing his thoughts, Zhou Ping’an simply ordered Lan Fengjiao to collect more adjuvants; low efficiency was still better than none.

After all, what he saw as low efficiency…

In the eyes of Tang Tang, Dong Mingyue, and Lan Xiaotian, was already considered rapid progress.

…

He advised a few people to practice the Gentle Water Eight Steps with moderation.

After arranging to co back the next day to learn the last four steps, Zhou Ping’an carried the box back to Jinguiyuan.

Previously at the Xingyi Dragon and Tiger Martial Club, he had been patient for a long while.

If it weren’t for worrying about Tang Tang and the others overthinking, he would have returned to his own ho earlier.

The ti was approaching noon.

His mother and Xiao Lan had not yet returned ho.

He didn’t know whether they were held up by sothing or if they were planning to eat at the school cafeteria.

Zhou Ping’an didn’t call to ask; he didn’t even care about lunch and plunged straight into his bedroom.

“The mirror, this mirror, can it reduce the standby ti?

Or does it have other unknown functions?

What is the Holy Soil?

That foreign devil Paul seed very excited, he must have seen sothing remarkable.”

When he was killing Ren Changxing, the other talked in riddles, competing in wits with himself to avoid being hoodwinked, so Zhou Ping’an simply chose not to ask and directly executed him.

He initially decided to thoroughly question that filial son, Chen Ziwen, but when the boy realized he had no way out, he instead embraced a deadly determination and directly commanded the centipede Genetically Modified Human to self-destruct.

Not a trace of his body remained.

As for Chen Guangyuan, when he was being killed, ti was too tight, and a large number of people were rushing over outside, so there wasn’t much ti to ask in detail.

Thus, Zhou Ping’an knew of the mirror’s existence, but as for so detailed information, he was unclear.

Now, without external disturbances, he opened the jade box and took out the Broken Mirror.

No sooner than this Broken Mirror was exposed to the air, even before Zhou Ping’an could slowly comprehend it with his spiritual power, it emitted a dazzling, colorful brilliance…

Like a bird sighting a little caterpillar, it flickered and eagerly dove into Zhou Ping’an’s left wrist.

“That’s it, it’s done.”

Zhou Ping’an smacked his lips.

He felt inexplicably at a loss.

Why did this scene not occur before Paul, the foreign devil, but in front of himself, it seed to co alive?

Could it be recognizing its owner?

This thing was too advanced, and with Zhou Ping’an’s knowledge, he was still a bit clueless, guessing around to no avail…

he suppressed his uneasiness, calmly concentrated, and projected a thread of his spirit toward his left wrist.

This ti, the image that appeared in his mind was quite different from before.

Previously, he saw was a crescent-shaped mirror surface, emitting a dim cold light.

This ti, when he looked again, it was a half-moon-shaped mirror surface, with the moonlight reflecting in his heart’s lake, causing ripples.

His mind suddenly plunged, his field of vision broadened, and the scenery drastically changed.

It was as if he was still sitting in his bedroom.

But then, his vision detached from the room, revealing a football field-sized round flat stony ground, besides a vast expanse of gray rocky terrain, there was a thatched cottage, a pond, and three plots of black soil.

The thatched cottage was simply furnished with a table, a stool, and a cot.

The black soil plots were bare, with nothing planted on them.

There was a green fish leaping in the small pond, diving below the surface, its shadow faintly visible under the clear water.

Next to the pond stood a stone bench, with a bucket placed beside it and a fishing rod.

“This…”

Zhou Ping’an was profoundly shocked.

He faintly felt this situation seed familiar.

No.

It wasn’t just familiar.

It was sothing he had seen in so novels.

“Damn…”

“Damn, damn, damn…”

You can’t bla Zhou Ping’an for being uncultured.

Because he had figured out what the scene inside this mirror really was.

This is a space one carries with them, isn’t it?

What Holy Soil?

That foreign devil was just uninford.

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