Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path Chapter 428 - 428 382 The Method of Cracking Three Mirrors

428: Chapter 382: The thod of Cracking, Three Mirrors 428: Chapter 382: The thod of Cracking, Three Mirrors Lan Fengjiao managed within just three days not only to finalize with the manufacturers but also to secure the officials and the transportation channels, and even set the delivery date to happen in half a month.

From this, one could see just how formidable Lan Fengjiao’s capabilities were.

She even managed to ensure everyone tacitly didn’t ask what these items were ant for.

These were weapons, ant for killing, not casually bought tissues.

“Sister Lan, you’ve worked hard.”

Zhou Ping’an was also very happy.

With these 100,000 sharp weapons, the urgent need of the Three Counties of Liyou was finally resolved.

The alloy cold weapons created in the modern world, although they were standard issues, had already surpassed the ancient tallurgy by several levels just based on their materials alone.

Setting the standards a bit lower, in the lower echelons of Jianghu, calling them divine weapons wasn’t an exaggeration at all.

They were far superior to the weapons made by a random blacksmith’s workshop with a few master blacksmiths hamring them out.

With this batch of weapons acquired, the last shortcoming of the Three Counties of Liyou was also rectified.

No longer would most people have to fight the enemy with hoes, dung forks, or even bamboo sticks and wooden clubs…

“It’s not hard at all.

Let’s not even ntion that Master Zhou has already paid for the goods in full, just with your reputation alone suppressing several major corporations that had designs on Tianxiang Group, now they’ve all been scared off and retreated; I’ve already made a huge profit.”

The key issue was still not there.

It was still about Lan Xiaotian.

Although the boy was only turning thirteen in a few months, his body had been growing trendously, and he had already reached a height of 1.75 ters.

When Lan Fengjiao saw him effortlessly smash a rock with his palm and kick down a large tree, she almost couldn’t close her mouth in shock.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t seen such experts before.

First, one must understand what Lan Xiaotian was like before.

It hadn’t been that long, yet he had already beco so powerful.

Given enough ti, who knew what would happen.

His brother was now attending school, and not to ntion being bullied again; just by standing there, arrayed before him were students bowing their heads, calling him “boss.”

He had already beco a tyrannical presence like a T-rex at Yulan Primary School.

Teachers and the principal, upon seeing him, would be full of fear and trepidation.

They were afraid that if this boy got unhappy, he might throw a punch at them.

Of course, Lan Xiaotian was a well-behaved child, and he wouldn’t easily physically attack others unless pushed to his limit, at most he would just verbally flaunt his power.

Seeing her brother having such an opportunity,

as a sister, besides feeling joy, she was filled with deep envy.

She also wanted it.

Regrettably, she had also been influenced by the trend of thought at the ti and had early on taken a Gene Enhancer.

At the ti, it seed like the correct choice; her body and spirit were three tis stronger than an ordinary person, and she was always energetic and tireless.

However, when practicing Martial Arts, even just to lay the foundation with the Gentle Water Eight Steps, she couldn’t make it through.

Her body had already lost its balance, and when trying to focus her strength, her mind would be filled with violent and chaotic thoughts, disrupting the process, and forcibly concentrating would result in Qi-Blood backflow, making her feel like vomiting blood.

It was a frustrating issue.

She could only watch as others around her progressed swiftly while she remained stuck in place.

The frustration in her heart was imaginable.

I wasn’t too late to the scene, yet only I am hurt.

Unfortunately, she couldn’t continue down the path of genetic transformation either.

Regardless of the glory of those A-level and B-level Gene Modifiers,

the dangers involved were not sothing others would speak of.

The higher the level of integration and transformation, the lower the success rate beca.

If the transformation integration was successful, then all was well, creating a master; if not successful, it resulted in bizarre-looking monsters, or even worse, grueso deaths from total bodily collapse.

The deaths were incredibly tragic.

According to incomplete statistics, the success rate of B-level transformations was about sixty to seventy percent across various countries.

This was among those who naturally had strong spiritual power and were better suited physically…

pulling just anyone for transformation, they wouldn’t even likely have a ten percent success rate.

Any individual with considerable family assets or a prominent societal position wouldn’t gamble on such an uncertain outco unless they found highly precious ntal Treasure dicine.

And those items, upon each appearance, would be driven to exorbitant prices on the market.

Even with Lan Fengjiao’s current status and worth, she couldn’t easily acquire them.

Moreover, even if she could be transford into a B-level, or even an A-level Gene Modifier, what of it?

Aside from becoming even more physically robust and not experiencing quick dedcline in bodily functions,

it did nothing to lengthen one’s lifespan.

If one was ant to die at seventy, that was all the ti they had.

If ant to live to a hundred, they couldn’t even live an extra month.

If at that mont, without any illness, both spirit and body would just collapse.

It seed as if so limitation had locked a person’s lifespan in place.

From this perspective, gene transformation wasn’t very useful.

Compared to the Martial Arts taught by Zhou Ping’an, there might not seem to be much difference at the outset, but in the later stages, they were worlds apart.

As a core mber of Zhou Ping’an’s forces, she knew that after practicing Martial Arts, as long as one reached the True Qi Realm and had no internal injuries, one could easily live up to one hundred forty years.

If one managed their Qi well, they could live up to one hundred eighty years.

Moreover, if there was a chance to ascend further, one could live five hundred years without dying.

Five hundred years, by which ti even the Monkey would have erged from Mount Wuxing.

That would be a ti of great changes…

Not to ntion five hundred years.

Even living to one hundred fifty was already a lifeti more than ordinary people.