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

Chapter 118 As everyone knows, there are actually eight of the Seven Divine Weapons! (Please subscribe!)

Duan Jingchen was unexpectedly loyal, which was also related to the fact that he was well protected. It was a pity that he rode up to follow Zhao Zheng directly. He never caught up with Zhao Zheng, which made him wonder why Zhao Zheng's horse ran so fast when they were both horses.

"Could it be an Akhal-Teke horse?"

Duan Jingchen pondered the doubts in his mind, but he did not slow down. At least when he heard those exclamations, he felt that he should find Zhao Zheng quickly and stop him.

To prevent Zhao Zheng from committing too many atrocities!

"Speaking of which, my dad knows I've become friends with Zhao Zheng, that demonic cultivator—cough cough, someone who's a bit ruthless. He probably won't break my legs, right? After all, I'm his only son—"

With his mind in turmoil, Duan Jingchen discovered a rather serious problem when he rode his horse along the mountain road to the gate of the Xuanji Sect's East Branch.

That is, why wasn't there a single dead person along the way?

"They didn't even scatter the body, did they?"

Duan Jingchen was shocked and his face turned slightly pale. Although he was not good at martial arts, he had a family tradition and naturally knew that there were many miraculous martial arts in the martial arts world that could destroy a body and eliminate all traces.

Brother Zhao, have you gone mad with killing?

Will he kill me too?

Duan Jingchen's mind raced with thoughts, and his face grew paler and paler. It wasn't that he was cowardly, but rather that Zhao Zheng's reputation was undeniable.

Zhao Zheng had even killed Li Canglan, the leader of the Liefeng Blade Pavilion, one of the nine righteous sects, and this time he was going to destroy the Liefeng Blade Pavilion. What if Zhao Zheng got carried away with his killing spree this time—

Duan Jingchen didn't think about it any further. As he rode his horse into the gate of the Xuanji Sect's East Branch, he discovered something strange: there was no one inside.

"Pah, no, there's someone, someone riding on horseback just like him, or rather, Zhao Zheng," he said cautiously as he approached, swallowing hard.

"Brother Zhao, a member of the Xuanji Sect—"

"They ran away!"

Zhao Zheng turned around and said something. After he finished speaking, he dismounted. Duan Jingchen was stunned for a moment, and then he also dismounted and said something.

"They ran away?"

Honestly, are you sure you didn't kill them all?

Duan Jingchen, who had jogged over to Zhao Zheng's side, looked at Zhao Zheng with a suspicious gaze while glancing around.

It was very quiet, completely silent!

Seeing Duan Jingchen's disbelieving look, Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes and said speechlessly, "What are you thinking? I'm not a bloodthirsty person!"

He felt that he had underestimated his current reputation, and besides, this Xuanji Sect was far too cowardly!

They were far more cowardly than the martial arts figures who had tried to kill him and make a name for themselves along the way, which made Zhao Zheng seriously doubt the strength of the Xuanji Sect.

"Forehead----"

To be honest, I feel you're quite—

Duan Jingchen didn't want to think about it anymore, and Zhao Zheng looked at him with a forced smile, but he still tactfully said that fighting and killing was not a good thing.

"I know fighting is wrong, so I didn't chase after them. Otherwise, if I had, would they have been able to escape?"

Zhao Zheng looked around and, after intuitively choosing a location that was roughly the scripture pavilion, continued to add.

"Besides, I didn't want to kill anyone. When I said before that someone was forcing me to kill, I just thought they were like those gangsters who wanted to kill me to make a name for themselves!"

"Brother Zhao, you think too badly of people—hmm? Brother Zhao, where are you going? This doesn't seem to be the way to the Mysterious Wall, does it?"

Duan Jingchen looked at Zhao Zheng, who was walking towards the depths of the Xuanji Sect's eastern branch, with a strange expression. Zhao Zheng didn't turn his head and said...

"I'm not going to the Mysterious Wall. I'm planning to look at the Mysterious Sect's techniques and such to improve my own martial arts foundation!"

"Um, Brother Zhao, isn't this a bit inappropriate?"

Duan Jingchen was stunned. If the Xuanji Sect members were all dead, he could somewhat understand Zhao Zheng's actions, but the Xuanji Sect members weren't dead! Zhao Zheng's actions—

"Believe it or not, even if I haven't looked at the Xuanji Sect's cultivation techniques or killed anyone, the Xuanji Sect or someone else will still release a story that I killed a Xuanji Sect disciple and looked at the cultivation techniques—"

Zhao Zheng arrived at a three-story building with its main gate half closed and a sign that read "Gongfa Building." He pushed open the gate and went inside.

"Um, surely not? Although the Xuanji Sect isn't among the nine righteous sects, it's still a well-known righteous sect in the martial arts world. They wouldn't stoop to such a despicable act, would they?"

Duan Jingchen followed Zhao Zheng into the cultivation technique building with a look of astonishment. Zhao Zheng went to the bookshelf without turning his head and began to browse through the cultivation techniques.

"Yes, the Gale Blade Pavilion has falsely accused me of killing a hundred of their disciples, but in reality I only killed a little over thirty. And—" Zhao Zheng said while quickly flipping through the cultivation manual.

He said this mainly because he had encountered many disgusting things during this period. For example, after he left the state city, some people said that he had not only killed a hundred disciples of the Liefeng Blade Pavilion, but also many other people.

Yes, he was used to balance the accounts!

Not only in the martial arts world, but even the imperial court has taken action against him. He now has no fewer than several hundred charges against him.

Furthermore, the timeline of his crimes extends back ten years from today, during which he committed evil deeds almost every year and every month.

Regarding this, Zhao Zheng really wanted to say that he was only eight years old this year, and ten years ago, he wasn't even a fertilized egg!

"this----"

Duan Jingchen looked utterly bewildered, feeling that this world was nothing like the one he had imagined; the world he envisioned was not like this at all!

"Stop thinking about it, just look at the cultivation technique. You'll miss out if you don't!" Zhao Zheng turned to Duan Jingchen and said.

Knowing that Zhao Zheng meant he too was being slandered, Duan Jingchen smiled bitterly, picked up the cultivation manual, and began to look through it.

The martial arts manual building contains many manuals, numbering in the hundreds, but unfortunately, most of them are common, outdated martial arts techniques.

Similar to the Black Tiger Saber Technique that Duan Jingchen took from the bandits, Zhao Zheng saw seven different versions of the Black Tiger Saber Technique with different emphases in this martial arts building.

To be honest, this really opened Zhao Zheng's eyes. He never expected that a common, ubiquitous cultivation technique could be made into seven different versions with different focuses.

Compared to Zhao Zheng's wide-eyed excitement and enthusiasm, Duan Jingchen seemed rather uninterested, especially given the rather rubbish nature of the cultivation techniques on the first-floor bookshelves.

He read a few books and then ran upstairs. Finally, with a puzzled look, he came downstairs to Zhao Zhengdao with a few books of martial arts manuals.

"That's strange, Brother Zhao. How come the Xuanji Sect's Eastern Branch's cultivation techniques are so severely incomplete? I don't think they have any flaws in their techniques!"

"It's probably spread by word of mouth."

Zhao Zheng replied, took the several cultivation manuals Duan Jingchen handed him, quickly flipped through them, and then handed them back to Duan Jingchen before going upstairs. Duan Jingchen took the manuals and asked in confusion, "Brother Zhao, what are you looking for?"

"I'm looking at the cultivation technique!"

"???"

Are you sure you're looking?

Are you sure you're not just flipping through it for fun?

Duan Jingchen looked puzzled, when Zhao Zheng, who was going upstairs, said without turning his head, "I forgot to mention, I have a photographic memory!"

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"What, Brother Duan, you don't know how?"

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Should I be able to do it?

Is this something that can be done just by being able to do it?

Duan Jingchen followed Zhao Zheng upstairs speechlessly. Half an hour later, he walked out of the cultivation building with a blank expression.

"Brother Zhao, can you really have a photographic memory?"

"I never lie!"

"Um, but I don't understand—Brother Zhao, why are you looking at those ordinary martial arts techniques?" Duan Jingchen asked curiously.

"Broaden your horizons and enrich your knowledge!"

When Zhao Zheng arrived at the horse that hadn't run away even though it wasn't tethered, he gave a truthful reply.

Although the martial arts of this world were developed in combination with mechanical arts, they are stronger than the martial arts of his original world in some aspects.

For example, some ideas, etc., and besides that, he began to understand how to contribute to the original world in order to return.

His collection of martial arts techniques from this world is a contribution to the original world, a contribution in a way that he roughly understands.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Zheng glanced discreetly into the shadows, mounted his horse, and said to Duan Jingchen, "Let's go to the Mysterious Wall!"

"Okay, okay, okay—"

Upon hearing that they were going to the Mysterious Wall, Duan Jingchen immediately became interested and, without saying anything else, immediately mounted his horse.

The two rode away, and a few minutes after Zhao Zheng left, the leader of the Eastern Branch of the Xuanji Sect and several elders emerged from the shadows with lingering fear and relief.

"That deadly scholar is finally gone!"

"Yeah, I thought he was planning to set fire to our Eastern Sect and burn it down!"

"But I didn't expect him to not burn it, and he doesn't seem to be as bloodthirsty as the rumors say!"

"Not bloodthirsty? You should know that in the state capital, he killed nearly a thousand people, including Li Canglan, not to mention the three thousand bandits!"

Everyone chimed in, showing no embarrassment at their previous retreat without a fight, only relief.

After all, this was a powerful demonic cultivator who had killed Li Canglan, the Pavilion Master. Their retreat without a fight was a prudent act to protect themselves and preserve their lives so they could continue to uphold justice.

As they were talking, the Eastern Sect Leader and several elders discussed the matter of Zhao Zheng and his companion entering the Cultivation Techniques Pavilion. The Third Elder frowned slightly.

"We were moving too fast just now and forgot to take our Eastern Sect's internal energy cultivation techniques and sword moves with us. He must have seen them—"

"That's not all. I remember that the Deadly Scholar clearly looted our Eastern Sect's entire treasury and even took the precious treasures left behind by our founder—"

"Yes, that's right. He not only observed our Eastern Sect's martial arts, but also forcibly plundered the most valuable treasures from our Eastern Sect's treasury—"

In a few words, one accusation after another was slapped on Zhao Zheng. Suddenly, a disdainful female voice rang out.

"What an upright person!"

"who!"

The Eastern Sect Leader and the others' expressions changed, and they subconsciously looked in the direction of the sound. What they saw was a woman who had appeared several meters behind them at some point, wearing a long robe with wide sleeves embroidered with crimson and gold, and with dark dragon patterns embroidered on the collar and hem.

This woman possessed no trace of femininity, only the air of a ruthless and powerful figure. Her appearance startled the Eastern Sect Leader and the others.

Just as they were stunned, the woman moved. She raised her right hand, which was shaped like a delicate orchid finger, and gently flicked a tiny embroidery needle, no bigger than a hair.

Swah—

The embroidery needle, with its finely textured needle body, was drawn by the internal force of the silk thread, like a dragon soaring through the sky, turning and twisting strangely, before turning after piercing the heads of the Eastern Sect Leader and others.

In the blink of an eye, the Eastern Sect Leader and the others were all frozen in place, with tiny holes between their eyebrows, and they all collapsed to the ground with wide eyes.

With a flick of her inner strength, the woman caused the condensed silk thread to move slightly, and the embroidery needle, which remained unstained by blood, fell back to her fingertips and disappeared. She didn't even glance at the dead Eastern Sect Leader and the others on the ground, but instead looked at the Mysterious Wall.

"The Sword of Dingcang—"

Beside the mysterious wall.

To be precise, Zhao Zheng and Duan Jingchen stood side by side on the edge of the cliff, looking at the ancient and rugged Mystery Wall opposite them.

The natural patterns on the stone wall are crisscrossed, and from a distance, they look like countless mechanical pivots and meridian diagrams intertwined.

A faint, ink-like light flowed across the stone wall, seemingly concealing the martial arts and secret mechanisms of heaven and earth, captivating all who beheld it.

A sudden jolt ran through me.

Of course, Zhao Zheng wasn't shocked; it was Duan Jingchen beside him who was muttering about what kind of technique this was.

He glanced curiously at the mountain stream below the cliff, shrouded in mist, before continuing to look at the mysterious wall that should have been a jade wall.

"This is quite a radical modification—"

Zhao Zheng, who hadn't seen the sword dance, muttered to himself as he activated his newly forged Innate Five Elements Dao Body and his innate insightful eyes.

The clouds and mist dissipated in an instant, but not into the world. Instead, Zhao Zheng's gaze pierced through the layers of clouds and mist in the mountain stream and saw the blessed land in the valley below.

It's not Langya Blessed Land, but rather—Moyin Cave Heaven!

Clearly, this is a legacy left by the Mohists!

"The legacy of the Mohist school?"

My entire carefree sect is gone?

Zhao Zheng, who still wanted to witness the carefree journey, had a flurry of thoughts. Then he thought of another question: would there be other divine weapons below? A sudden intuition told him that there didn't seem to be.

To ensure accuracy and to identify the unknown man or woman spying on him, Zhao Zheng used his right hand to draw the Dingcang Sword from the Five-Colored Divine Light Pearl.

"!!!"

Not to mention the pair of eyes in the shadows that widened even more, Duan Jingchen stared wide-eyed at Zhao Zheng, stammering.

"Brother Zhao, where did you get this sword from? Wait—this is the Dingcang Sword, one of the Seven Divine Weapons!"

Duan Jingchen's eyes widened even more as he stared at the two ancient seal characters "Ding Cang" revealed as Zhao Zheng drew his longsword.

"Is it possible that there are actually eight of the Seven Divine Weapons? And that there's another divine weapon called the Five Elements Creation Pot Heavenly Pearl!"

Zhao Zheng shook the Five-Colored Divine Light Pearl in his left hand and spoke, leaving Duan Jingchen speechless with a blank expression.

"Huh? The Seven Divine Weapons are actually eight divine weapons?"

"Yes, just like there are five of the Four Heavenly Kings!"

"???"

Are there five of the Four Heavenly Kings?!

Duan Jingchen, who had some knowledge of Buddhist scriptures, was taken aback, and then saw Zhao Zheng put away the Dingcang Sword and stuff it into the Five-Colored Divine Light Pearl space.

"Come on, I'll take you to get this divine skill!"

"Divine skill—ahhh—"

Duan Jingchen screamed incessantly because Zhao Zheng suddenly pulled him off the cliff. As the two landed in the misty ravine below the cliff, a figure from the shadows appeared on the edge of the cliff.

This person is none other than the woman who killed the leader of the Eastern Sect and others before, or rather, Wen Jin, the current leader of the Xuan Shu Demon Mansion, one of the four major demonic sects.

Because Wen Jin, who had come to pursue them after the appearance of the Dingcang Sword!

"Actually, there are eight of the Seven Divine Weapons?"

Wen Jin thought with a puzzled look on her face. She didn't really believe Zhao Zheng's words. At least in the information she knew, there were only seven divine weapons, four evil weapons and three imperial weapons.

But thinking about the scene of Zhao Zheng taking the Dingcang Sword from the prayer beads on his wrist, she began to doubt the authenticity of the information she knew.

"Could it be that the Mohists created more than just three defensive weapons back then—or perhaps the Gongshu family actually created five deadly weapons—"

Wen Jin's mind was racing. She looked down at the mountain stream and thought about what Zhao Zheng had said about obtaining the divine skill. Suddenly, she vanished from the spot.

Meanwhile, 500 meters below the cliff, in the Ink-Hidden Cave.

"Brother Zhao, next time—could you please explain things clearly to me before you take me off the cliff, and wait until I realize what's happening?"

Duan Jingchen, who had just landed, looked at Zhao Zheng, who had released him, his voice trembling and his whole body shaking. He couldn't help it; it had been too stimulating.

At the same time, he began to feel glad that he hadn't drunk much water!

"There are no gods on other cliffs—"

"Alright, there's another place that should also have divine skills," Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, glancing around.

Looking up, one sees long, green vines hanging down, a clear spring flowing beside the mountain stream, and scattered fragments of rusted mechanisms along the stream's edge.

The weathered stone walls around them revealed fragmented mechanisms that had also been weathered, giving the impression that the area had been abandoned for a long time.

"Ink-Hidden Cave Heaven—Brother Zhao, is this the divine skill you spoke of, even more powerful than Xiao Qingtian's Devouring Yuan Technique?"

Duan Jingchen looked at the cave dwelling in front of him and, considering what Zhao Zheng had said earlier, asked a question. Zhao Zheng nodded in response.

"It should be!"

He said it probably was because he was a little unsure, after all, the name of the cave had changed, and who knew if there were still any techniques similar to the Devouring Pivot and Swallowing Yuan Technique.

"Should be?"

Duan Jingchen was taken aback. Just as he was about to speak, a woman's scream rang out from above.

"Aaaaaah—Help me—"

Duan Jingchen turned around and saw a woman screaming as she fell from the sky and landed unconscious on an ancient pine tree. He was stunned for a moment, then took half a step forward with concern in his eyes.

"She—she couldn't be dead, could she?"

"What's it to you?"

Having already learned from the Bone Scroll that the woman before him was Wen Jin, Zhao Zheng asked a question, causing Duan Jingchen to pause in his steps.

"It seems—it really has nothing to do with me!"

"That settles it then. Let's go get the divine skill!"

"???"

"No way, why don't you do things the way they're supposed to?!" The little voice inside Wen Jin, who was pretending to be unconscious, widened its eyes.