Twin Dimension Yin-Yang Mirror: Attaining immortality through the martial path Chapter 859: 661 Divine Statue Chapter 662 Space Channel3

Chapter 859: Chapter 661 Divine Statue Chapter 662 Space Channel_3

“Miss Shang, why aren’t you staying in the Water Residence overseeing affairs? What brings you to Linhai? Could it be that you’re also intrigued by Zhou Ping’an’s skills?”

Chu Wenli turned his head and glanced over, his brows arched with surprise. The annoyance in his heart dissipated significantly. He quickly welcod Shang Siqi to sit and have tea.

“Bah, I’m nothing but old bones now, and you’re still calling ‘girl’?”

The elderly woman shot him a glare and replied irritably, “You clearly understand what’s going on but choose to feign ignorance. Zhou Ping’an’s capabilities now are sothing even Zhongshan and Zhao Ji, those two ancient figures, hold in fear. Can we ordinary people even dare to plot anything concerning him? Knowledge has no precedence, and those who achieve more are considered masters. If we could leverage so past connections to request one or two techniques from him, it would be a benefit that we’d never exhaust.”

Saying this, Shang Siqi’s face betrayed a regretful expression. The last ti Zhou Ping’an visited Linhai, she had prided herself on her status and didn’t go et him for a chat, nor did she present any gestures of goodwill.

On the other hand, Chu Wenli, for reasons inexplicable, chose to gift the partial manual of the “Heart Sutra of Vast Cold.” Though the cultivation technique was an incomplete relic from historical ruins that was exceedingly difficult to master and not particularly worthwhile as a gift, it had still established a modicum of goodwill between them.

How enviable.

If this goodwill could serve as a bridge to build relations, perhaps she and their peers, who were stuck at the King Level bottleneck, might finally break through to the next tier and extend their life spans.

“Is it worth all that trouble? Cultivation is ultimately personal; others truly can’t assist much.” Chu Wenli cast a look at his longti friend of sixty years, sighed, and remarked.

“Do you not understand or are you pretending not to?” Shang Siqi turned her head to peer at Chu Wenli, her gaze filled with equal parts frustration and pity. “That black demon fox erged from the Sky Hawk Alliance’s domain. Even Luo Lin and her peers couldn’t stand its power—they were utterly routed, narrowly escaping death. Such creatures have already surpassed the level of National Guardian prowess.”

Her expression carried a trace of fear as she envisioned encountering such a frightful being. Were she, as a Town Defense Commander, to face that demon fox, she suspected she wouldn’t even endure a single blow before being utterly obliterated.

“For demon beasts so overpowering that even National Guardian-level individuals are outmatched, Zhou Ping’an managed to slay it effortlessly. Think for a mont—how many levels stand between us and him?”

Shang Siqi was acutely self-aware. She possessed greater clarity and ambition than Chu Wenli.

Even at over eighty years old, she refused to let go of her daily energy cultivation regin, holding on to hopes of one day transcending to Emperor Level, the echelon equivalent to National Guardian strength.

Previously, she had believed that the pinnacle of power in this world was the National Guardian level, with no higher tier possibly existing.

But now, she wasn’t so sure.

Perhaps she had always been a frog trapped in the well, glimpsing only the small patch of sky visible from the well’s mouth and entirely oblivious to how vast the world truly was.

Zhou Ping’an’s blade—One Slash to Part the Sea and One Slash to Slay Demons—was so indomitable that even watching the footage made her heart race with fear. It felt like witnessing myths and legends co alive anew.

eting such a godlike figure and failing to build rapport while instead remaining an outsider was a cri against herself and her nation.

As for the whispers from the capital attempting clever tricks angling for so benefits, she thought disdainfully about how so figures in high places had occupied their positions for so long that their minds had turned to mush, utterly blind to the reality before them.

“The heavens… are about to change.”

“Alright, spare the lecture. I’ll follow your advice. Even if I have to cast aside my old face, I’ll go humbly plead with my little brother and beg for his help to elevate us.”

Chu Wenli felt sowhat embarrassed being lambasted.

He had spent his life avoiding entanglents, never seeking favors or self-improvent, content to rely drift along. This lifestyle was admittedly comfortable. However, he absolutely couldn’t endure Shang Siqi’s nagging.

After all, she was his “White Moonlight.”

A dream spanning a full sixty years.

Being lectured by her—so what?

It made him happy.

“Putting that aside, Miss Shang, you’ve guarded the Water Residence for years. Surely you’ve accumulated a fine collection of rare secret manuals and prized treasures. Go check your inventory for significant items whose origins we can’t discern but seem extraordinary, and we’ll offer them as our gift.”

“Naturally, I’ll take a look.” Shang Siqi laughed heartily, her eyes narrowing cheerfully.

Years of serving as Town Defense Commander had certainly afforded her an impressive trove.

As she sifted through her collection, a middle-aged man hurried up from the mountain below. Standing outside the courtyard, he called out loudly, “Lord Protector, there’s crucial news from the Sky Hawk Alliance that requires your imdiate attention in person.”

“Co in.”

Chu Wenli’s deanor changed instantly, adopting a serious and dignified composure.

Before his subordinates, Chu Wenli maintained a asure of respectability, exuding the persona of an esteed figure. Losing that authority would lead to insubordination, which could spiral into chaos.

“Our spies report that at Red House’s Seventy-Ninth Base, ongoing research into the space channel that spawned the black fox is showing preliminary results.”

“What? Is the news reliable?”

Chu Wenli imdiately opened his phone.

A series of chiming notifications—plink, plonk, plink—caught his attention. He reviewed the latest ten or so ssages, noting that even his confidential channels had begun circulating this intel.

“It’s true, Lord Protector. The Sky Hawk Alliance mbers have always been daring beyond asure. Witnessing the black fox’s imnse power—and also catching glimpses of Zhou Jing and Si Zhuyu—

it’s only natural they’d feel trendous pressure. Their desperation would surely incline them toward studying the space channel, hoping to extract so advantage from it. This course of action is entirely plausible.”

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