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

As the sun sets,

In the courtyard.

"Let me tell you, martial artists can kill without breaking the law. The only reason I, your brother Zheng, didn't hold your words against you is because I'm so magnanimous..."

Knowing that he might, perhaps, possibly never be a match for Zhao Zheng, Li Feng resolutely chose to do what he did back then.

That means continuing to be his brother Zheng's most loyal, no-longer-small-time follower. Now that he's become a follower, he naturally has to do something to show his loyalty.

For example, scare Wu Xuan!

"Be careful on your way back. Although my brother Zheng is magnanimous, it doesn't mean other martial artists will be magnanimous if they find out about this..."

Cheng Qingqing, who considered herself Zhao Zheng's loyal follower, chimed in, but she and Li Feng weren't just making empty threats.

Although killing by martial artists is illegal just like killing by ordinary people, the police and the now-defunct Great Chen Dynasty generally dared not interfere in matters between martial artists. As a result, the saying that killing by martial artists is not illegal spread.

Wu Xuan, his face slightly pale, said, "That's not what I meant. I wasn't targeting him. I just felt that Master Su was treating him differently..."

"I believe you, but will others believe you...?"

"Exactly, even Han Lu doesn't believe it..."

Li Feng and Cheng Qingqing cooperated, while Han Lu, who was practicing her boxing on the side, rolled her eyes, but still cooperated with a serious expression.

"Hmm, I don't believe it!"

After a while, when Zhao Zheng finished practicing the Thirteen Bodyguards Horizontal Training and left the ritual room, he was invited back to the courtyard.

The invitation came from Wu Xuan, who looked pale, inviting the twelve of them to have a meal together at Songhelou Restaurant later.

Zhao Zheng glanced at Wu Xuan's pale face, then at Li Feng's expression, and roughly understood what had happened. He said speechlessly, "I'll treat you then..."

After all, he hadn't treated anyone to lunch yet. He ate lunch at the martial arts school cafeteria. Su Ming's martial arts school not only taught martial arts but also provided lunch. Of course, Su Ming only provided lunch.

Oh, and there's a funny coincidence: Zhang Laoqi's wife from the south of the city works as a cook in this martial arts school.

When Zhang Laoqi's wife learned that he practiced martial arts at this martial arts school, she made a special trip to find him and express her gratitude!

And it wasn't just a verbal thank you; Zhang Laoqi's wife secretly hid a piece of meat under the rice she served him.

"No, no, no, it's my treat..."

Wu Xuan shook his head, his face slightly pale. Zhao Zheng looked at the frightened teenager and then looked at Li Feng and Cheng Qingqing speechlessly.

"Okay, you go ahead."

"Let's go change!"

Li Feng smiled and said that he was in for a treat, after all, it was Songhelou Restaurant with a master chef from Shengjing in charge.

"I'm not going, it's my turn tonight!"

Chen Qing spoke up, and everyone nodded in understanding. Zhao Zheng was puzzled, but he didn't ask any questions.

As I said before, someone will answer his question.

"The Night Martial Arts students should be arriving soon..."

Han Lu and the others spoke up, and with their varied explanations, Zhao Zheng quickly understood the meaning of what Chen Qing had just said.

The reason is that a talented student at the martial arts school had secretly set up a nighttime martial arts school for children from poor families.

Zhao Zheng, whose expression inexplicably drifted to the words "night school," asked with a strange look, "What are the people who started this night school martial arts program called? And what about my senior brother? After all... this is stealing martial arts techniques!"

"The one who orchestrated Night Martial Arts was Senior Brother Yu Jun, who had already joined the Xinmin Martial Arts School. Master Su took charge of it... He took half of the Night Martial Arts tuition as venue fees..."

Li Feng answered with a strange expression. Zhao Zheng nodded, finally understanding why Chen Qing and the others dared to talk about this in front of him.

"Actually, the venue fee isn't much. I really don't understand why Master Su agreed to this..." said Han Lu.

Upon hearing this, Zhao Zheng noticed a visibly change in Wei He and the others' expressions. Seeing this, he changed the subject, saying, "Go change your clothes..."

Because of his martial arts talent and the strength of a ninth-rank martial artist, Zhao Zheng's words were surprisingly effective. Apart from Chen Qing, who was to stay and teach the night martial arts students, the rest of them immediately went to change their clothes.

After all, they were still wearing their training clothes!

Zhao Zheng didn't need to change, because he had already changed his clothes after he finished practicing the Thirteen Bodyguards External Kung Fu!

"By the way, does Ye Wu teach all martial arts?"

Zhao Zheng asked Chen Qing curiously, whose skin was a bit dark from spending all day in the sun, but whose looks and figure were still quite good.

"We only teach the first twelve forms... well, actually, it's not really the first twelve forms. We teach Master Su's simplified version of the Twelve-Step Surging Wave Fist, which can also cultivate the qi and blood that only martial artists possess..."

Chen Qing replied, "Of course, this Twelve Paths Surging Wave Fist, which can also cultivate Qi and blood, is a bit difficult compared to the unsimplified version of the Surging Wave Fist."

"No swordsmanship?"

Zhao Zheng asked, and Chen Qing replied calmly, "The poor study literature, the rich study martial arts. Their ability to join the Night Martial Arts Class is already the greatest support their families can give them. They can't afford weapons, just like I can't afford to learn the Listening Tide Sword Technique..."

I think I killed the conversation!

Zhao Zheng, feeling a pang of embarrassment, looked on, while Chen Qing laughed nonchalantly and said, "My heart isn't that fragile. I'm just stating the facts. You don't need to overthink it..."

"That's good. Is Night Martial Arts' tuition very cheap?"

Zhao Zheng asked curiously, and Chen Qing nodded: "Because it's taught by us aspiring martial artists, it's more than ten times cheaper than Master Su's teaching. It only costs six silver dollars for three months, and they can also pay the tuition fee monthly..."

As she spoke, Chen Qing explained to Zhao Zheng the origin of the term "quasi-martial artist." Quasi-martial artist is a term of respect for those who have cultivated their fist or sword techniques to a minor level of mastery, but have not yet reached the major level of mastery.

"Oh, then I didn't pay enough for the tuition!"

Zhao Zheng said that although what he gave seemed enough, it was still too little for his relationship with Su Ming.

Chen Qing glanced at Zhao Zheng in surprise, but didn't pick up on the topic. Instead, he paused for a moment and continued to introduce Ye Wu.

"In my opinion, Night Martial Arts is Master Su's way of giving those poor children a chance to change their fate, even if that chance is very slim..."

At this point, a look of helplessness and sorrow appeared on Chen Qing's face, but he quickly regained his composure and continued.

"Do you know why they're going to Night Martial Arts?"

"Regarding the enrollment for Xinmin Martial Arts School in about half a month..." Zhao Zheng began to answer, as he also had a good habit of reading newspapers.

Naturally, everyone knows how lively the Xinmin Martial Arts School is in Anping County right now, as martial arts are very popular in this area.

"That's right, but it's a pity... they're destined to have little chance... just like Chen Zhe and I, our chances are slim."

Chen Qing sighed again as she spoke. It wasn't that she was feeling sorry for herself, but rather because there were so many people who wanted to join the Xinmin Martial Arts School to learn martial arts.

However, the number of students admitted to Xinmin Martial Arts School is limited, so how can she, a prospective martial artist who is still stuck at the minor mastery level of the Shocking Wave Fist for three months, still have hope for the future?

"Believe in yourself. To be honest, I think you are destined for great things in the future!" Zhao Zheng said with a smile.

"Thank you for your kind words, hmm?"

Chen Qing looked at the silver note with a face value of one hundred silver dollars that Zhao Zheng handed her with a puzzled expression, and shook her head with a frown.

"Thank you for your kindness..."

She didn't think Zhao Zheng was interested in her looks or anything, after all, she wasn't particularly attractive. It was just that Zhao Zheng suddenly took pity on her.

"Take it. Consider it my investment in the future martial artist Chen Qing today..."

Zhao Zheng shoved one hundred silver dollars into Chen Qing's hand without giving him a chance to refuse. Although he had never studied physiognomy, his innate talent for discerning the eyes, enhanced by his innate Yin-Yang Daoist body, made him even more powerful.

He saw the same signs in Chen Qing as in Wei He, who had broken through a bottleneck: the signs of a snake transforming into a dragon.

"Thank you, I'll return it to you!"

After hesitating for a moment, Chen Qing accepted Zhao Zheng's investment by clasping her hands in gratitude and bowing deeply. Zhao Zheng smiled and accepted her thanks.

"You can come to me if you need anything. I can't solve big problems, but I can help you with some small ones!"

"Um!"

Chen Qing nodded, sensing the sincerity in Zhao Zheng's words, and gratitude appeared in her eyes. She didn't dwell on why Zhao Zheng had invested in her, but instead solemnly clasped her hands in a fist and said again, "I will repay this kindness tenfold in the future!"

"Oh, you're exaggerating, you're exaggerating..."

Zhao Zheng smiled and changed the subject, secretly deciding to reenact this scene on Wei He, who was stuck at a critical point, later.

The two continued chatting. After putting away the silver notes, Chen Qing asked Zhao Zheng curiously, "Why did you come to learn martial arts?"

She had heard Wei He and others talk about cultivators, and in her opinion, Zhao Zheng was a Taoist priest, a person who cultivated the Tao, so learning martial arts... was a bit of putting the cart before the horse.

"Do you want to hear the truth or a lie?"

Zhao Zheng spoke with a smile, and Chen Qing, her eyes filled with curiosity, replied with a smile, "I want to hear what kind of lies you're telling first!"

"By drawing inferences from one instance to another, one method can illuminate all methods!"

"What's the truth?"

"To deal with you bunch of martial arts practitioners!"

"..."