Turbid World: Martial Arts Master of the Republic of China Era, I Cultivate Immortality!

Xiang Shaolong?

The senior disciple standing before the altar looked puzzled, but shook his head without asking further questions, saying, "Your senior brother's father is not named Xiang Shaolong."

"Oh, okay, that's all!"

Standing opposite his martial uncle, Zhao Zheng breathed a sigh of relief. His martial uncle looked at Zhao Zheng's expression and asked curiously.

"What, do you also know someone named Xiang Yu? And Xiang Yu's father is named Xiang Shaolong?"

"Yes, he even took me to see fireworks two months ago!"

"oh oh."

The martial uncle nodded, not asking any further questions, but then changed the subject, his expression serious, and said, "Do you know you took a bit of a risk today...?"

He paused for a moment, then continued, "Leaving aside the fact that Guo Qing is a martial artist who has cultivated his Qi and Blood, and you shouldn't have gotten close to him, even that Master Zhang is not someone you can handle. This time, it was only because Master Zhang was careless; otherwise, given his level of cultivation, you would have only faced certain death..."

"What my martial uncle said... um?"

Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow at his martial uncle. He didn't mean anything by it; he was just a little curious about how his martial uncle knew so much.

"These are the results I calculated!"

"Oh……"

I do not believe!

Zhao Zheng said to himself.

The martial uncle coughed, clenching his fist, and continued the previous topic: "Ahem, alright, let's not talk about that. Do you know Guo Qing...?"

There wasn't much to say from his martial uncle; he simply warned Zhao Zheng that his victory this time was purely by chance and good luck.

If Master Zhang and his companion had been more careful, it would have been Zhao Zheng who died. Zhao Zheng nodded obediently, indicating that his uncle was right and that he admitted that this was indeed a risky situation!

Hearing his martial uncle mention again that Guo Qing would surely die if he wasn't careful, Zhao Zheng asked curiously, "Is this Guo Qing very strong?"

To be honest, Guo Qing was the first martial artist he had ever encountered and fought. Even when his master was still alive, he had seen martial artists before, but he had never fought one!

"Not bad, but enough to kill you!"

"Um?"

Don't believe me?

His uncle smiled and asked in return. Zhao Zheng was about to nod when his usually accurate intuition made him instinctively step back. But as soon as he stepped back, he saw his uncle suddenly raise his big hand, clench his fist, and punch him in the chest.

The force of the punch tore through the air, producing a distinct, slight whistling sound. Zhao Zheng watched as the fist was about to strike his chest.

He instinctively tried to turn around and dodge, but found it was too late. Just as he was thinking of activating his backup plan!

Bang!

With a muffled thud and a sharp pain, Zhao Zheng, who had been punched in the chest, was sent flying several meters backward. Just as he was trying to adjust his posture to land, a large hand suddenly caught him from behind.

"how?"

The senior apprentice who caught Zhao Zheng smiled enigmatically, and then added, "The strength I used just now was almost the same as Guo Qing's."

Somewhat surprised by his martial uncle's skill, Zhao Zheng looked at his uncle's ambiguous smile and, thinking of his own inability to resist just now, honestly said, "I won't get close next time!"

He secretly sighed, realizing that his stat allocation system only allocated skill points; otherwise, he would have maxed out the constitution and strength of this Taoist character.

"...Aren't you in pain?"

The martial uncle frowned slightly. Although he used skillful force to punch Zhao Zheng and wouldn't cause any real damage, even if it was skillful force, Zhao Zheng's expression shouldn't have changed.

"It's alright."

Zhao Zheng rubbed his chest and said, "To be honest, the chest pain is not as bad as the pain in my legs caused by using the Armor Horse Talisman."

"..."

It's confirmed.

This kid is really not afraid of pain.

The corner of his uncle's mouth twitched twice.

"By the way, Uncle-Master, shouldn't we cultivators also have methods similar to martial arts for tempering the body?" Zhao Zheng asked curiously.

"Yes, but I don't know how."

"All right."

"Don't worry, there will be a way."

Seeing Zhao Zheng frown, his uncle smiled, stepped forward to the altar, and gently pressed his hand on the wooden tabletop.

Zhao Zheng, who followed, didn't see how much strength his uncle was using. But when his uncle raised his hand, he saw a clear handprint on the altar table.

The handprint was clear and about half an inch deep, making Zhao Zheng realize he couldn't have achieved this without using the Golden Light Divine Incantation. He asked curiously, "Uncle-Master, are you using martial arts?"

"good!"

The martial uncle nodded, not explaining how he came to know martial arts, but instead saying, "Most martial artists cultivate life force but not temperament. However, once they cultivate their first wisp of qi and blood through martial arts, they are no longer mortals!"

"I know that. My master told me before he passed away that once a martial artist cultivates qi and blood strength, he can break through the limits of the human body..."

Zhao Zheng began to speak, saying that he had met martial artists with his master before his death and had also learned about them from his master.

Martial arts have existed in this world since ancient times. For example, Confucius traveled around the country using his knowledge of philosophy and physics.

It is precisely because of this that martial arts have always flourished in this world, with martial arts schools of all sizes scattered throughout the country.

Even the newly established Xinmin government specifically opened Xinmin Martial Arts Schools in various provinces to recruit talented individuals.

At this point, Zhao Zheng asked his master another question about martial arts: how did foreigners manage to invade when martial arts were so prosperous?

The answer is simple: apart from the fact that the Great Chen Dynasty is just like the barbarian dynasties of the previous life, foreigners also practice martial arts!

On the island of Yinghua, there are warriors who practice martial arts. Moreover, foreigners not only practice martial arts, but according to his master, the Western powers in this world also have armor!

Yes, bio-bio ...

In addition to physical armor, there are also witchcraft and magic. In short, you have the path of blood and qi martial arts, and I have other paths too!

Zhao Zheng was speechless.

"That's right. After martial artists cultivate their Qi and blood, their bodies undergo a qualitative change due to the generation of Qi and blood, giving them strength and speed far exceeding that of ordinary people... which is what you just mentioned, breaking the limits of the human body..."

Uncle-Master nodded, but his smile had lost its previous naturalness. Zhao Zheng, who roughly understood his uncle's feelings, asked, "Uncle-Master, in your opinion, which is stronger, martial arts or immortality?"

"I asked you the same question back then."

The uncle laughed, then stopped laughing and said to Zhao Zheng, "My master said that neither of them is weak; the weak one is the person who asked this question."

"Can martial arts truly rival the path of immortality?"

Zhao Zheng grasped another key point, and his martial uncle nodded, saying, "In the end, when we cultivators reach the ninth rank of martial arts, there isn't actually that much difference between us..."

"Hmm? I understand... Please tell me, Uncle-Master!"

Knowing that martial arts realms are divided according to the nine-rank system, Zhao Zheng spoke up, but upon seeing the identical look in his uncle's eyes as his master's, he changed his mind.

He had no choice but to change his way of addressing him; every time his master gave him that look, he never fared well.

"The so-called difference is merely a difference in methods. Martial artists rely on themselves, while we rely on techniques and supernatural powers..."

The martial uncle paused, then gave an example: "For instance, we can use talismans and formations to deal with demons and monsters, but martial artists can only rely on themselves and their own qi and internal energy..."

"Internal energy?"

Zhao Zheng's eyes flickered, and he grasped the key point again. His martial uncle didn't explain, but simply said, "You'll understand later," and continued with examples.

"For example, when we encounter an evil spirit, we can set up formations and create talismans to deal with it. Even if the evil spirit is invisible, we can still use our Yin-Yang Eyes to see it. But ordinary martial artists can only rely on their intuition!"

"Uncle-Master, can martial arts realms and immortal realms be correlated? In other words, what immortal realm does a ninth-rank martial artist who has just entered the martial arts realm correspond to?"

"What do you think? One is at the ninth rank of martial arts, the other at the fourth realm of immortality—the numbers are all wrong, how can that be right? Besides, realm doesn't represent strength!"

The martial uncle rolled his eyes in annoyance, then looked at Zhao Zhengdao with a strange smile.

"Just like Master Zhang, who had reached the peak of the Qi Refining and Spirit Transformation Realm, he still died under the gun of a mere pistol belonging to someone who had just entered the path of immortality!"

"That's true!"

Zhao Zheng nodded, no longer dwelling on the correspondence between the two realms. Seeing this, his uncle curiously changed the subject.

"By the way, where did you get the Seven Swords of Heaven-Burning God-Slaying Escape that you used to kill Guo Qing? My elder brother doesn't seem to know any martial arts or swordsmanship, does he?"

The senior apprentice changed the subject, asking with the same curiosity as Master Zhang, while Zhao Zheng stared at his senior apprentice for a few seconds without expression.

He didn't mean anything by it; he simply didn't believe that the middle-aged man's divination skills were so advanced that he could even predict what the man was saying.

My uncle's complexion remained unchanged, except that his cheeks were slightly flushed due to the rapid flow of blood in his capillaries.

Commonly known as—blushing!

Zhao Zheng loosely grasped the Tai'a sword with his left hand, and as he held the hilt with his right hand, he suddenly pulled it out.

Clang!

A flash of cold light appeared, the dazzling golden light so bright that the martial uncle instinctively closed his eyes, then squinted at Zhao Zheng.

He didn't mean anything by it.

He just felt that the kid was doing it on purpose!

However, the uncle, who was in a good mood, was not angry. He simply followed Zhao Zheng's gaze to a golden sword tip that was not covered by the tip of the Tai'a sword, but was instead formed by the golden light of the Golden Light Divine Mantra half an inch away from the Tai'a sword. Zhao Zheng was slightly taken aback.

"This is... the Seven Swords of Heaven-Burning, God-Slaying, and Void-Escape?"

"Yeah, surprised, right!"

"...Yes, indeed!"