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

"No, there really isn't. There's nothing I can do; my master died young. What, Uncle Qin, do you want to teach me how to write the word 'rules'?"

As Zhao Zheng walked out of the kitchen, he looked with a smile at an old Taoist priest with one eye who had entered the courtyard of the Taoist temple.

"You did something wrong, Zhang Laoqi!"

The one-eyed Taoist priest, also known as Master Qin, stared coldly at Zhao Zhengdao, who was standing opposite the incense burner, with his only right eye.

Zhao Zheng was secretly amused, knowing this person was looking for trouble. He shook his head and laughed, "Uncle Qin, are you saying I can't take any business? What, are you trying to cut off my livelihood?"

"Zhang Laoqi is from the south of the city!"

"I know, but when did we cultivators start having rules like those rubber bands marking out territories? Besides, he came here to find me today, not the other way around!" Zhao Zheng retorted.

He believed he was no less capable than others in reasoning, and if he couldn't win an argument, he would simply resort to physics.

Besides, this Master Qin is clearly a bad guy who wants to bully him and drive him away because his master has passed away.

"Hehe, it seems your master never really taught you how to write the word 'rules' before he passed away. Today, your uncle will teach you properly..."

Before he finished speaking, Master Qin moved with lightning speed, leaping over the incense burner in front of him like a dragon, raising his large hand to stand in front of Zhao Zheng, as if he were about to slap him.

"The profound origin of heaven and earth, the root of all vital energy..."

Having anticipated Qin Daoist's move, Zhao Zheng instantly activated the Golden Light Divine Incantation. As a faint golden light emanated from his body, he raised his left arm to block the attack.

Bang!

A muffled thud came from where their palms and arms collided. Zhao Zheng's expression remained unchanged as he clenched his right fist, which was surrounded by a faint golden light, and struck straight at his opponent's face.

It's just a matter of being proven wrong; anyone can do that!

Master Qin's expression remained unchanged, a flash of surprise crossed his eyes, and his face grew even colder as he raised his left hand to claw out.

After a muffled thud, one person took two steps back, and the other took three steps back. The one who took three steps back was naturally Zhao Zheng.

Zhao Zheng, expressionless, clenched his fists together, producing a slight cracking sound, and looked at Master Qin, saying, "Again!"

Just like Master Qin before him, Zhao Zheng moved before he finished speaking, rushing forward and instantly appearing in front of Master Qin, raising his hand to slap Master Qin's face.

He didn't mean anything by it.

Anyone who tries to slap him in the face, he'll slap them back!

"snort!"

Master Qin snorted coldly, moved his feet and arrived beside Zhao Zheng like a swimming dragon, and punched Zhao Zheng in the temple!

Dragon Steps?

Or is it the Bagua Swimming Dragon Palm?

Zhao Zheng's mind raced. He began to dodge the punch by changing his stance, while simultaneously retracting his fist and raising his elbow to strike Qin Daoist's chest.

Thud! Thud! Thud—

After a few breaths, with a loud bang, the two, who had already exchanged more than a dozen blows, both took several steps back to create distance. Master Qin stared at Zhao Zheng in front of him with an ugly expression.

"That kid... he's ruthless!"

Seeing that Zhao Zheng had taken several of his moves but his expression remained unchanged, Master Qin snorted coldly and left, feeling a sense of retreat.

The ruthless fear the stubborn, and the stubborn fear the reckless. Master Qin knew he couldn't withstand Zhao Zheng's painless fighting style.

He felt the pain was almost unbearable, but Zhao Zheng's expression didn't change at all, as if he didn't feel any pain.

"Blind Qin, goodbye and best of luck!"

Zhao Zheng spoke with a smile, but the word "Blind Qin" made Master Qin stop in his tracks. He clenched his fist, turned around, and glared at Zhao Zheng. Then, he turned back with a cold laugh.

"Master Zhao, I see your forehead is dark; you clearly don't have long to live. Be careful, the roads may be slippery in the dark, or you might end up dead with no one to claim your body!"

"You're wrong. My master divined my fate, saying I'm blessed with good fortune, prosperity is at my door, and even the God of Longevity wouldn't leave. I'm destined to live to ninety-nine! On the contrary, you, Blind Qin, I foresee you'll suffer a bloody disaster tonight!"

Zhao Zheng shook his head and smiled, then used his left hand to perform a small divination using the Six Ren method. Qin Daoist sneered and stopped talking, simply striding out of the crowded Taoist temple gate.

After Master Qin had gone far away, the neighbors looked at Zhao Zheng and asked, "Zheng, are you alright? Are you hurt?"

"Why is this blind man Qin causing you trouble?"

"Ah Zheng, who is Zhang Laoqi? What's going on?"

"fine……"

Zhao Zheng explained the situation to the neighbors, saying, "This man surnamed Qin has never gotten along with my master. This is just an excuse to get rid of me!"

"He wouldn't dare, Ah Zheng, don't be afraid. Next time he comes looking for trouble, we'll get those foreign police officers to deal with him..."

"Exactly, he didn't dare come over when Old Mao was alive, but now that Old Mao is dead, what kind of nonsense is it for him to come and bully a kid like you..."

"That's right, but in my opinion, Ah Zheng, you'd better stay away. Although youth may have an advantage in boxing, this Blind Qin has two disciples who are as strong as oxen..."

"Yes, yes, and this Master Qin is said to have the ability to cut paper into human figures, Ah Zheng, you have to be careful..."

The neighbors chimed in, and Zhao Zheng nodded, saying, "Don't worry, I'm not stupid. My martial uncle will be here in a few days. Once he arrives, I'll have him cause him trouble!"

After exchanging a few more words with his neighbors, and waiting for them to disperse, Zhao Zheng went into the main hall, rolled up his sleeves expressionlessly, and looked at the bruises on his arms.

Looking at the palm print on his chest, Zhao Zheng was surprised. He really didn't feel any pain.

It's not that he's numb, but rather that his pain tolerance threshold has been raised to such an extent that he feels little pain.

"Thanks to this talent of self-sacrifice, otherwise I'm afraid I would have... Never mind, I'll hold back for now. My opponent is stronger than me in both Taoist magic and martial arts. I'll wait for my uncle to arrive..."

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South of the city,

Qingyin Guanwai.

Swish—Bang—

As soon as Master Qin entered the gate, he saw a large sack fall to the ground, and then he felt a stick hit him hard on the forehead.

Before he could even scream, Master Qin fell unconscious amidst a series of thuds from the sticks. A dozen seconds later, Zhao Zheng, who had been feigning unconsciousness, stopped swinging the sticks, confirmed that the other man was truly unconscious, and quickly closed the gate of the Taoist temple.

"If I tell you, you're sure to have a bloody accident tonight!"

Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, pulled the sack off Qin Daoist's body aside, and began searching him after confirming that Qin Daoist was still alive.

After searching Master Qin, Zhao Zheng quickly went to the window of the main hall, glanced at the two men on the ground who were even more badly injured than Master Qin, and then began to look for where his compensation for mental distress was.

After the search was over, Zhao Zheng left the Taoist temple, wandered around in circles, and finally returned to his Zuowang Temple through the back door.

After quickly changing his clothes and removing his disguise, Zhao Zheng went to the main hall, turned off the large recording device under the offering table that was playing his chanting of Taoist scriptures, and hid it along with the compensation for emotional distress he had received from Master Qin.

Zhao Zheng returned to the main hall, went to the statue of the Three Pure Ones, grabbed a handful of incense, used his incense-lighting technique to light the incense in his hand and put it into the incense burner.

"Master, it's not that I don't want to fight this time, it's just that they've gone too far, and I can't defeat them if I fight them head-on..."

Zhao Zheng murmured to himself, feeling that everything that had just happened was the fault of this world. If it weren't for this world's cannibalistic nature...

Why would he resort to bludgeoning?!

"It's all this damn world's fault..."

Zhao Zheng murmured to himself, raising his head to look at the Three Pure Ones statue in front of him, its face gradually blurring under the shroud of incense smoke.

"Cultivation... and adding skill points along the way!"

Zhao Zheng came to the prayer mat, summoned the "Human World in All Its Forms" painting, and with a thought, pointed to the plus sign after the Golden Light Divine Mantra.

Danger is imminent.

He can't just sit here and wait to die!

The "beginner" part of the Golden Light Divine Mantra disappeared, replaced by "minor success." At the same time, memories of his continuous practice of the Golden Light Divine Mantra began to appear in his mind.

"Is that enough?"

Zhao Zheng looked at his body and saw that the light that appeared on his body following his thoughts was no longer faint, but a dazzling golden light.

He said that was enough, mainly because he knew clearly in his heart that those who wanted to drive him away were not just Master Qin, but also other Taoist priests and sorceresses.

Otherwise, given Master Qin's meticulous nature—he even gave up his business in the east of the city after losing a single move in a magic duel with his master—he would never have come to cause trouble for him today.

"Next... continue cultivating..."

"Then we wait for my martial uncle to arrive..."

Zhao Zheng began his cultivation. As for sleeping, he felt that since he was cultivating, he shouldn't sleep. Anyway, he wasn't sleepy at all!

"Huh? Who's knocking on the door so late at night?"

Hearing the loud knocking coming from outside the Taoist temple, Zhao Zheng frowned slightly, stood up, and called out, "Who is it?"

After the sound faded, there was no response from outside the door for a long time, only increasingly urgent knocking, which made Zhao Zheng, who had come out of the main hall, stop in front of the incense burner.

"say!"

boom!boom!boom……

Still no one answered; only the increasingly urgent and frequent, dull knocking echoed through the Taoist temple in the night…