Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path Chapter 509 - 509 441 Inner Residence Elder 442 Physical Tra

509: Chapter 441 Inner Residence Elder Chapter 442 Physical Transcendence 509: Chapter 441 Inner Residence Elder Chapter 442 Physical Transcendence “General is invincible!”

“General Zhou is invincible…”

“Long live General Zhou!”

Zhou Ping’an rode a white horse into the city gate tower, followed by Xiao Chengfeng and others.

He was genuinely pleased with the heartfelt cheers from the common folk.

Then, he heard soone chant “Long live.”

The arm that had been waving slowly suddenly froze, and the aura on his body crashed down violently, almost causing the white horse beneath him to collapse.

He turned his head to look.

Right there, not far from his side, was a dirty-faced little boy about eight or nine years old, jumping and shouting at the top of his lungs.

Totally oblivious to the fact that the common folk around him had turned pale and kept their distance from him.

Zhou Ping’an was slightly startled, dismounted his horse, walked up to the little boy, tousled his hair, and said with a smile, “Your cry is not bad, but you can’t chant ‘Long live.'”

“Why can’t I chant it?”

The little boy trembled all over, his eyes feverish as he looked at Zhou Ping’an as if he had seen a deity.

Seeing Zhou Ping’an touch his head, he grinned like a fool.

Zhou Ping’an raised his brows slightly and said with a smile, “Because, this General intends to live for one hundred thousand, a million years.

If you wish a re ‘long live,’ isn’t that cursing to die early…

Haha!”

The people nearby, hearing these words, all breathed a sigh of relief and laughed along.

After dealing with the audacious little boy, Zhou Ping’an secretly wiped a bead of sweat off his brow and thought to himself that it’s no wonder why, in history, so would claim a few counties and imdiately declare themselves kings or emperors, enjoying lives wherein they no longer had to attend court.

They must have encountered similar situations where they were being pushed to the front.

When everyone around you is flattering you, the common folk are kneeling before you, and so ignorant folks prematurely shout ‘long live,’ your heart naturally grows eager.

The thought arises, ‘If others can sit on this throne, why can’t I?’

Then quickly, they et their end.

A brief ssage from this would be to enjoy the thrill, then die.

“Once we return, I’ll issue an order for children under ten at the Heroes Assembly Hall to be closely supervised and given extra lessons.

They must be hamred until it’s pitch black outside before they are allowed to leave the hall.”

Zhou Ping’an gritted out these words through his teeth.

He couldn’t allow such behavior, the little guy daring to shout “long live” in front of thousands.

Given so ti, who knows what slogans he might co up with next.

Perhaps there are so “children’s rhys” freshly made, ready to spread all over.

“Should we investigate thoroughly to see if soone is targeting them behind the scenes?

The common people are ignorant and could easily be misused, turning good intentions into bad deeds,” Green Lady softly suggested beside him.

She was in charge of intelligence and covert operations, and although this cry of “long live” seed like a whim from a child, an act of senseless shouting,

a breeze can arise from a single blade of grass.

Since the chant has been shouted, it certainly must have a cause.

Without soone teaching him, it would be impossible to associate Zhou Ping’an with the cry of “long live.”

“No need to investigate; to guard against the public opinion is more difficult than damming a river.

We don’t enforce a single opinion nor do we condemn for rely speaking out.

As long as no one curses in my presence, they can say what they wish.

But those two assassins, have you found out who’s behind them?”

Zhou Ping’an shook his head.

He deeply grasped the essence of this world.

If you are strong, whatever you do is right.

Weakness, even if it is your destined path, leads others to cut you off from it, ending in fruitless endeavors.

Because this world’s waters are too deep, and above it might lurk incredible things.

This much was evident from the Demon Subduing Trial.

Initially, it seed as though the Prison Subduing Demon Sect was a native Sect of high regard in this world.

After the descent of the Star Spirit, they were beaten and scattered like falling flowers and flowing waters.

Later, even relegated to the Three Demon Paths, their disciples were imdiately set upon by all if they showed themselves, daring not even to reveal their presence.

Now, the disciples of the Red Lotus Sect from the Three Demon Paths occasionally cause a rebellion,

The disciples of the Reincarnation Sect are like rats crossing the street, skulking around when they do appear.

The disciples of the Four Immortals Sect and the Three Buddha Sect, on the other hand, are dignified and widely acclaid.

The Imperial Court suppresses all forces to gain the greatest resources and manpower.

It clearly illustrates the principle that the victor becos king.

Considering this idea, Zhou Ping’an found himself puzzled by one thing: given the survival of the fittest, what kind of trump card did the Great Yu Dynasty hold, why was the Xiao Family the Emperor, and how in eight hundred years did they beco the master of all under heaven?

It was unlikely that having so famously nad generals who practiced the Star Annihilation Force could fend off the world’s predators.

There had to be a secret.

It had just never co up because he hadn’t reached a certain status and couldn’t get wind of those pieces of information.

If it’s survival of the fittest, then as long as he beca stronger, enlarged his influence, nothing else would matter.

With his current strength, controlling three prefectures was just manageable.

When he was strong enough to rival the True Martial, plotting for control of one prefecture might also be possible.

But to aspire to control a whole province with his present strength would be inviting disaster, like a centenarian happily hanging himself.

It would provoke attacks from powerful masters from all around, without the strength to suppress a province, any grand ambition would be like drawing a pie in the sky.

This was known as “virtue not matching one’s position.”

Leaving aside the modern world, in this one, Zhou Ping’an had co to realize that “virtue” was synonymous with “power.”

It was that simple.

He just had to proceed step by step, accelerating his cultivation bit by bit.

Once he reached a certain level of strength, an enormous montum would naturally form.

Renowned “generals” and “strategists” would all flock to his side.

So things naturally co to fruition without force.

Green Lady, however, was unaware that in the blink of an eye, Zhou Ping’an had thought so much.