Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path Chapter 260 - 260 228 The Flesh Shell Reaches Completion the

260: Chapter 228: The Flesh Shell Reaches Completion, the Pill is Ford at Level 15_2 260: Chapter 228: The Flesh Shell Reaches Completion, the Pill is Ford at Level 15_2 However, won are creatures whose words often don’t match their feelings.

Who knows whether the Third Miss would covertly give that Steward Li so trouble.

Zhou Ping’an chuckled inwardly, yet he was quite looking forward to it.

…

He arranged so miscellaneous affairs.

All told, it didn’t take much ti.

As Zhou Ping’an entered his bedroom, he discovered that incense had been lit within, cleansing the room of every speck of dust.

The tea had just been poured and was still emitting wisps of steam.

Sunlight stread in, carrying a subtle fragrance…

In the air, there was scarcely any dust to be seen.

He was quite satisfied with this environnt.

He stretched lazily, preparing to cultivate.

His previous discussion with Lin Huaiyu about the near completion of his Five Viscera was no lie.

Now, having dismissed his servants, the room quieted down.

A faint chill in his chest seeped into his limbs and bones, his internal organs.

As this breath surged in, his whole body’s Qi-Blood shook.

Zhou Ping’an felt a rush of blue light bursting forth from his kidneys at his waist.

The Five Viscera, each glowing its respective color, interchanged in a massive thermal current that circulated endlessly throughout his body.

His Qi-Blood surged, and his strength brimd.

Zhou Ping’an took a deep breath and felt, at this mont, a sense of complete content and ease in his soul, his essence perating down to the tips of his hair.

He gave his body a slight shake and his bones snapped crisply while his tendons thrumd loudly.

He didn’t need a strength-asuring device.

Nor did he need to smash stones or break steel.

He clenched his fists and could roughly estimate his own strength.

“As expected, it should have reached a basic strength of 20,000 catties,” he muttered.

“Moreover, this strength is well-rounded, it doesn’t require the stimulation of Qi-Blood or guidance of intent like before.

It’s innate and cos naturally.”

After the Perfection of the Five Viscera.

The benefits were here.

If the physical strength acquired from past cultivation was considered an external force that had been honed and tad,

the feeling now was like a divine strength, existing from birth.

Innate.

Without close control, he could casually gather a needle and swiftly embroider an exquisite lotus flower on the surface film of the tea in the cup.

The film remained intact, and a faint fragrance lingered.

He naturally mastered every ounce of his strength, down to the smallest detail.

“No wonder the Third Miss’s use of the Wave Subduing Blade Technique, especially during the nine turns of soft strength, always seed a few degrees more delicate and nuanced than mine.

The secret lies here.”

Zhou Ping’an originally thought his Sword Technique had reached the pinnacle of Unity of Hardness and Softness,

yet unexpectedly, he was able to advance even further.

It was a pleasant surprise.

His gaze shifted towards the window, where the scenery outside seed even more vibrant.

His ears could discern the five musical tones and twelve semitones within the cacophony of ordinary sounds, creating a natural, heavenly lody.

His nose could detect hundreds of distinct, strange odors, each with clear layers.

“The five senses have improved, and it seems my spiritual power has grown much stronger,” he noted.

“So, every increase in strength isn’t just a one-sided growth, but involves every aspect of the body.

Strength of the body begets robust Qi, robust Qi ensures a vibrant spirit; this is the perfect ti to condense the Sword Pill.”

A hint of emotion floated in his heart,

along with a tranquility that felt as if after braving a thousand sails, he was returning to simplicity and peace.

Zhou Ping’an’s spirit stirred, and he started the Red Lotus Visualization thod,

and countless Wish Power Threads slowly began to burn.

In an instant, the space before his eyes seed to freeze, ti stretched out, and the “Canghai Sword Codex” morized in his heart flashed through his mind, word by word.

What were once vague words and phrases shed their fancy exteriors, revealing the original thoughts and ideas of the author.

The Sword Codex was no longer lifeless text.

It had taken on warmth.

It had emotion.

It had a unique flair.

Zhou Ping’an felt as if he saw a person, a sword, and an ocean before his eyes…

The glitter of the sword like an ocean, with its ebbing and flowing tides.

As his intent delved deeper, the overwhelming Qi-Blood within his body transford into mighty rivers, flowing towards the Sea of Blood in his Dantian, gathering into a Pill.

Boom…

The Blood Pill solidified to the extre, suddenly bursting forth with a cerulean glow.

Vital energy sprouted.

Within his ntal Induction, crossing Weilu, passing through the spine, warmth erged at two points on his ridians simultaneously, birthing a misty aura.

This breath felt both present and absent, ethereal as if inexistence…

As if it were there but also not there.

On closer sensation, there was an incredibly sharp feeling hidden within.

The Yin Spirit Bead at his chest trembled faintly, its wisps of cool breath now seemingly finding the perfect place to be.

It quietly rged into this breath.

That serene and spiritually refreshing energy almost instantly beca a bit more substantial, echoing from afar with his ntal strength.

“What exactly is this breath from the Yin Spirit Bead?

Could it be the Heaven and Earth’s Divine Opportunity that Master spoke of?” Zhou Ping’an pondered with so confusion.

Feeling the strange energy from within the bead, he had so doubts, but limited by his knowledge, he couldn’t discern it clearly.

He didn’t overthink and continued with his practice, not worrying too much.

With thought ca action.

Zhou Ping’an raised his palm like a blade and lightly slashed out.

He felt this True Qi move with his will, clinging to the edge of his palm and forming a faint blue sword shape.

As it cut through the air, it made a snap like tearing silk.

A faint sword-shaped ripple surged forward,

and on a wooden column three-zhang away, it slashed a deep cut.

Puff…

“Impressive,” he exclaid.

“Fifteen tis…

that’s a fifteenfold increase in basic strength.”

Zhou Ping’an could confirm that he had used only a slight amount of strength, not even one-tenth of his body’s capacity, and yet it resulted in such trendous power.

Only now did he truly understand why Lin Huaiyu was so fixated on learning the “Canghai Sword Codex.”

Taking the Daoist Sect’s route of Qi Cultivation…

mastering a grimoire-level Sword Qi technique offered an attack power three tis greater than ordinary Cultivation Techniques yielding common True Qi.