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

Ninth Rank vs. Eighth Rank

The crucial point is that even the ninth-ranked player won!

They won without a scratch!

The disheveled Zhang Huyuan looked at Zhao Zheng with shock, clutching his left arm. He knew that Zhao Zheng was a mid-stage eighth-rank martial artist.

To defeat him, it would mean that his combat power level is at least at the late stage of the eighth rank. However, according to his young lady, he only entered the ninth rank of martial artist yesterday.

Wow, this kid is terrifying!

Zhang, the head nurse, couldn't help but gasp.

Seeing Zhang Huyuan gasp in pain, Daoist Tianyi glanced helplessly at Zhao Zheng. It wasn't that he didn't want to intervene or stop it, but everything had happened too fast.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye.

By the time he tried to stop him, Zhao Zheng had already defeated him and was almost about to kill Zhang Huyuan.

Thinking this, Daoist Tianyi stepped forward, but before he could speak, Han Lu said, "These aren't my maid's clothes. My maid's clothes aren't this few or this tattered..."

"..."

You're still drunk, aren't you?

Smelling the smell of alcohol on Han Lu, Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes speechlessly while holding the piece of clothing he had found inside the snake's belly.

He briefly recounted how he killed the snake demon, found the servants' clothes inside the snake's belly, and how he chose to conceal his identity and interrogate the servants to ensure the Han family had not fallen.

"..."

Oh, I misunderstood!

After understanding the whole story, Zhang Huyuan's face turned slightly red, and for a moment even his left arm didn't hurt so much!

He quickly stepped forward, clasped his hands in greeting, and interrupted Daoist Tianyi, who was about to speak, saying to Zhao Zheng, "I apologize, Young Master Zheng, I misunderstood you as a bandit!"

"It's nothing, I misunderstood you too, you're kidding..."

Zhao Zheng paused, noticing the man's pale face as he clutched his left arm. He pulled a silver note from his pocket and handed it to him: "Take this to treat your injury. If there are any aftereffects, you can come find me!"

Of course, he felt that the other party should not have any aftereffects. Not to mention that he had held back some of his strength because the other party had no intention of killing him, the other party only had a fractured bone, not a broken bone.

There shouldn't be any aftereffects, and even if there are, it's okay, he still has a prescription left by his master that can treat broken bones.

"this……"

Looking at the silver note with a face value of one hundred silver dollars, Zhang Huyuan did not immediately take it, but hesitated and looked at Han Lu.

Seeing this, Han Lu said, "Hey, why are you looking at me like that? Zheng Ge'er gave it to you, so just take it and hurry back!"

Han Lu's tone carried a hint of disdain. She didn't mean anything by it; she just felt that the caregiver's job was far from satisfactory.

The opponent was at least a mid-stage eighth-rank martial artist, yet he was defeated by her, Zheng Ge'er, who had only entered the ninth rank yesterday.

He's utterly disgraced her.

No, they're a disgrace to the Han family.

"Thank you, Young Master Zheng!"

Sensing the disdain in Han Lu's tone, Zhang, the head guard, smiled wryly, clasped his hands in greeting, and entered the Han family's gate after receiving the silver notes.

Master Tianyi remained silent, deciding that next time he would speak first, no matter what.

"Zheng-ge'er, did you really kill a snake demon before you came here? What if it turns into human form? Hey, why aren't you talking to me...?"

Han Lu chattered incessantly as she followed Zhao Zheng toward her house, asking questions, while the servants and maids followed along as if it were commonplace.

It's confirmed.

Their friendship is truly built on the bond of peeing and playing in the mud.

Master Tianyi and the other two exchanged a glance and followed!

After a while,

Han Family Inner Courtyard

The living room inside the three-story villa.

"No servants have gone missing?"

Listening to the report from the Han family's butler, Zhao Zheng, who was sitting on the sofa, frowned slightly. Not only Zhao Zheng frowned, but also Daoist Tianyi and Xiang Yu, who were sitting next to him, frowned.

Master Tianyi and his companion frowned not because they were afraid of making a misunderstanding, but because they were wondering whose servant had been eaten by the snake demon.

Sitting opposite Zhao Zheng, Master Han frowned and looked at the steward, saying, "Are you sure everything has been investigated? Have you also checked those servants who went home to visit their families? Are there really no missing servants in the manor?"

Since it involved evil spirits, he had to take it seriously, especially since this evil spirit was suspected of eating his servants.

"It's been investigated, all the servants are still alive..."

The butler, his expression unchanged, spoke up. Master Han frowned and looked at Zhao Zheng: "Zheng, are you sure you're not mistaken about that piece of clothing?"

Although he asked if he had seen it wrong, he didn't think Zhao Zheng was lying to him, not mentioning that Zhao Zheng had just defeated his family's mid-stage eighth-rank martial arts guard.

He had watched Zhao Zheng grow up and knew that Zhao Zheng would never deceive him on such a matter.

Moreover, yesterday, after his daughter Han Lu told him that Zhao Zheng had returned and become a Taoist priest, he inquired about the current situation of his long-lost nephew and learned that his nephew had quietly joined the Maoshan Sect.

That's the Maoshan Sect!

The Maoshan Sect of the Three Mountains Alliance!

Zhao Zheng didn't reply, but instead took out a palm-sized piece of cloth from his pocket, which he had washed several times with water at the Taoist temple, and handed it to Master Han.

"The material and texture..."

Master Han took the garment, frowned, and looked at it. He realized he couldn't tell the difference between the garment and the clothes his maid wore, so he handed it to the steward beside him.

"These are indeed the clothes worn by the maids in our household... but they're from several years ago... we don't use the Chen family's fabric anymore..."

The butler took the piece of clothing, mostly from the sleeve, and examined it closely. Master Han frowned slightly: "Didn't you say there were plenty of servants in the manor?"

"The number of servants in the manor is indeed quite large..."

The butler frowned. He didn't continue speaking, but everyone understood what he meant.

The number of servants in the mansion has not decreased, but that does not mean that the servants' families have not decreased either. After all, it is a very normal thing to give old clothes to one's own family members at this time.

In particular, the clothes worn by servants in a prestigious family like the Han family were made of materials that were in no way inferior to those worn by the so-called masters.

A moment of silence fell. Master Han frowned slightly and said, "Let those servants with families go home and visit them..."

He realized who the dead people were: the servants' family members, or perhaps their friends!

"yes!"

The housekeeper took the faded white garment and went out. A brief silence fell over the living room. Han Lu looked left and right, blinked, and obediently drank her tea.

After a moment of silence, Master Han smiled and changed the subject, saying to Zhao Zheng, "Zheng, why didn't you tell me you were coming back!"

"I meant to say something then, but I fell into the river and almost drowned, and then I forgot about it..." Zhao Zheng replied.

"..." × 2 + 2

The atmosphere inside the arena grew even more silent.

Old Master Han's eyelids twitched as he looked at Zhao Zhengdao, who was still as sharp-tongued and direct as ever.

"Don't go to the river to play next time!"

"It's okay, I've already learned to swim!"

"..."

Is this a matter of whether you can swim or not?

Feeling that he didn't want to talk to Zhao Zheng anymore, Master Han and Daoist Tianyi chatted for a few words with smiles, then got up and walked out of the living room, saying, "I'm going out to take a look." Finally, they left a message for Han Lu.

"You stay here with Ah Zheng!"

"oh oh……"

Han Lu nodded obediently, and only after her father had walked away did she ask curiously, "Zheng-ge'er, how big was that snake demon?"

"I could swallow you whole in one gulp!"

Zhao Zheng spoke truthfully, looking at Master Tianyi, who was using the Little Six Ren divination method with his left hand, with a puzzled expression: "Uncle-Master, what's wrong?"

"I'm calculating how many people this snake demon has harmed..."

Master Tianyi frowned and asked, Zhao Zheng, hearing this, asked curiously, "Uncle-Master, this snake demon is so rampant, isn't anyone going to do anything about it?"

"Didn't you take care of it?"

Master Tianyi asked a question, which Zhao Zheng shook his head at: "Uncle-Master, I wanted to ask if the Great Xin Dynasty doesn't have a special agency responsible for dealing with these demons and monsters?"

"Yes...but not here!"

Master Tianyi said something that seemed a bit confusing at first glance, perhaps because he was still a bit drunk. Han Lu, who was a little confused, asked in bewilderment.

"Uncle-Master, what do you mean by 'have' and 'don't have'?"

"My master means that this organization doesn't exist in Anping County... but it does exist in places like Shenghai!" Xiang Yu replied.

"good!"

Master Tianyi nodded, but did not correct Han Lu's way of addressing him, given the relationship between Han Lu and Zhao Zheng.

"What's the name of this organization?"

"Crouching Tiger!"