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

Night - Sitting in Oblivion.

"Master Tianyi, Master Zhao, Master Xiang, you must save us! You can't just stand by and do nothing! The lives of hundreds of members of the Ren family are in your hands..."

With a distressed expression, Master Ren tightly grasped Daoist Tianyi's hand, speaking in an almost pleading tone, his attitude as humble as could be.

The other members of the Ren family were the same. Except for Zhao Zheng, who felt it was a bit too Chengdu-like and had his hands in his pockets, even Xiang Yu's hand was being held by one of the old men in the Ren family.

The reason why Master Ren and the others were so humble was simple: it was all because of the attitude of the feng shui masters, Taoist priests, and sorcerers they had invited after Zhao Zheng and his companion left.

Those with morals even examined the faces of Master Ren and the others, looked at their acupoints, and left a few words before departing.

Those who lacked morality turned and ran the moment they saw the faces of the Ren family members. Forget about going to the mountainside to see the Dragonfly Skimming Water Cave; those people ran faster than dragonflies.

They were so fast that even Master Ren and his men couldn't catch up. When they finally reached the homes of those people, they couldn't find a single soul, let alone a person.

Sure enough, Master Ren and the others panicked!

So they rushed over at top speed!

"Don't worry, we said we'd take responsibility for this!"

Master Tianyi offered words of comfort, and in doing so, he freed himself from Master Ren's grasp. After a few words of conversation, Master Ren and the others suggested having dinner together at the Ren family's residence.

Incidentally, or as Master Ren puts it, he wanted Zhao Zheng and the other two to make any demands they could, as long as their families could be saved. As for Old Madam Ren, they would leave her for the time being.

"Uh, okay."

It's understandable, but I can't accept that the Ren family's children are so filial. Master Tianyi looked at Zhao Zheng and, seeing that Zhao Zheng had no objection, nodded in agreement. Xiang Yu fell silent upon seeing this.

very strange,

Why not ask for his opinion?

Xiang Yu, who didn't understand, felt as if he had become Zhao Zheng's junior brother. However, once he got into the Ren family's Western-style carriage, Xiang Yu stopped caring about such things and instead curiously looked around the carriage.

Feeling slightly embarrassed and forced, Daoist Tianyi grunted in response. Seeing Xiang Yu immediately sit up straight, he continued his conversation with Zhao Zheng, finishing their earlier discussion.

"The corresponding Dharma you obtain from a temporary ordination only lasts for one minute? And you can only use it three times a day?"

"Yes, apart from this, the power of the temporarily acquired method is only 80% of the original..." Zhao Zheng said helplessly.

"That's normal; every loss has its gain..."

Master Tianyi pondered for a moment and nodded. Zhao Zheng hummed in agreement. The two remained silent. One looked out of the car through the glass, while the other took out a Taoist scripture and began to read.

Will I get beaten up if I take out a comic book to read?

Xiang Yu was curious, but after a while, knowing he was going to get beaten up, he rubbed his head and quickly stuffed the comic book into his pocket before Master Tianyi could snatch it away. He then pointed out the car window and changed the subject.

"Huh, so many beggars... refugees?"

Xiang Yu said uncertainly. Tianyi Daoist and the other looked in the direction Xiang Yu was looking. What came into view was a group of refugees who looked sallow and thin, dressed in tattered clothes, and looked like beggars, blocking half of the street ahead.

Among the refugees was an old woman kneeling on the ground, holding a chipped, rough bowl, grabbing the trouser leg of a porridge stall owner, and kowtowing and begging.

"Please, shopkeeper, have mercy! I beg you, please give me some hot porridge. My little grandson is starving! I beg you, I beg you..."

The congee shop owner flung his hand away and yelled, "Get out of here! I don't have any congee for you. Get out of here, you're scaring away all the customers..."

A kind-hearted vendor selling sweet cakes stepped forward, intending to give the old woman some, but was frightened by his wife's cold snort and retreated helplessly.

Not far away, a sallow-faced, emaciated child grabbed the hem of an old man in a silk mandarin jacket who hadn't managed to dodge, pleading.

"Please, sir, give me some food..."

"Fuck you..."

The old man kicked the child away, yelling, "You little bastard, you've gotten my clothes all dirty..."

Despite his cursing, a hint of pity and reluctance appeared in his eyes as he took out a few copper coins, threw them over, and cursed.

"Go to hell, take it and get out of here..."

He urged them on, then kicked a refugee who was trying to catch up with the child, yelling, "Get out of my way, don't block my path..."

After the child had run far away, he walked towards the restaurant next door, cursing and swearing. But before he could enter the restaurant, a rickshaw sped towards him and almost collided with him.

Enraged, he launched into a tirade of curses. The rickshaw driver quickly apologized, while the middle-aged man in a suit sitting in the rickshaw covered his mouth and nose with his hand (which wasn't holding a cane), looking at the approaching refugees with disdain, and shouted at the driver.

"Hurry up! What bad luck!"

As he spoke, he casually tossed a few copper coins from his pocket to the side and shouted, "Get out of the way, all of you, move aside..."

The refugees were scrambling for the coins, and Xiang Yu, who was in the carriage, instinctively wanted to take out a copper coin to throw as well, but his master stopped him.

"Do you want to cause a death?"

"Huh? A human life?"

Xiang Yu was taken aback, and then he saw the refugees practically shoving and trampling each other as they tried to grab the copper coins.

Just seconds later, screams rang out. By the time Xiang Yu reacted and tried to get out of the carriage to stop them, the Ren family's coachman took the opportunity to flick the whip, causing the horse to neigh and speed past the refugees. Just as he was about to speak, he heard Zhao Zhengdao.

"How much money do you have?"

"I……"

"How many can you save?"

"I……"

"Don't worry, no one will die!"

"Um……"

Xiang Yu opened his mouth, but never mentioned stopping the carriage again. He simply turned his head and looked through the rear window of the carriage at the refugees who were still scrambling for copper coins with a complicated expression.

Master Tianyi sighed, it was unclear whether it was because of Zhao Zheng's words or something else. Zhao Zheng, seeing this, said...

"If you want to help them, senior brother, get up early tomorrow morning. I'll take you somewhere where you can help them..."

"good!"

Xiang Yu nodded emphatically, and the atmosphere in the carriage fell silent, but it was soon broken by the driver's announcement that they had arrived.

The three got out of the car. Zhao Zheng stared blankly at the street in front of him, a street located next to the concession.

A clean street, its surface made even cleaner by the dust filtered through the blue brick pavement, with neat and imposing shops on both sides not far away, their gilded signs swaying gently in the wind.

The streets were filled with laughter and cheerful conversation. Foreign goods stores, jewelry shops, and elegant restaurants stood side by side, and the shop assistants stood at the door with their hands at their sides, bowing and smiling at everyone they met.

Further away, the shopkeeper, dressed in a fine silk jacket, personally greeted the well-dressed ladies at the door with a fist and palm salute and a smile.

"Madam Sun, Madam Zhang, Madam Li, please come in, please come in. We just received a new batch of Yun brocade, which perfectly suits your tastes..."

"Really? Then we'll have to take a good look this time..." The ladies chatted and laughed as they entered the shop. Behind them, several well-to-do men in suits, wealthy businessmen, walked by with walking sticks and exchanged pleasantries with the gentleman in a mandarin jacket.

"We humbly request that you grace us with your presence tonight, Mr. Huang!"

"Yes, Mr. Huang must give Mr. John some face..."

A rickshaw driver passing by heard the name Mr. John and walked slowly and cautiously, as if afraid of startling these distinguished guests.

The street vendors selling delicate tea and snacks laughed and scolded, "Look how scared this newbie has become..."

"A scary rubber sheet..."

A customer speaking with a Shanghai accent turned around and laughed, scolding the stall owner. The children next to them, dressed in brocade short jackets and chasing a butterfly, turned around in confusion and asked the maid following behind them what "吓势势" meant.

The maids explained with smiles, occasionally giving the passing carriages a stern look and scolding them to slow down.

Zhao Zheng withdrew his gaze expressionlessly, no longer looking at this street, which seemed to be from a completely different world from the previous one.

Afterwards, they were warmly welcomed by Master Ren and others, and stepped over the high threshold into the Ren family home, which was surrounded by walls several meters high.

The resplendent Ren family mansion...

……

Midnight,

On the way back to Zuowang Temple.

Instead of taking the Ren family's carriage or a rickshaw, Xiang Yu, who was walking with Zhao Zheng after dinner, looked at the somewhat familiar street in front of him with a puzzled expression.

He looked at Zhao Zhengdao with a puzzled expression: "Junior brother, are we lost? I feel like we've already passed through here before?"

"No, you're mistaken!"

"real?"

"Of course, I, Zhao Zheng, never lie!"

"..."

I'll believe you for now...

A dozen minutes later, Xiang Yu looked expressionlessly at Zhao Zheng, who seemed to treat him like a human being, and at the alley they had just passed by. He couldn't help but say something.

"Junior brother, why are you leading me in circles?"

"No!"

"..."

Xiang Yu rolled his eyes. He wanted to take a rickshaw back by himself, but remembering his master's instructions to stay overnight at the Ren family's house, he had no choice but to give up and follow Zhao Zheng.

"Senior brother, you should go back first. I have other things to do!"

"No!"

"Don't forget what your martial uncle told you to listen to me!"

"..."

To be honest,

He didn't understand what his master meant!

Xiang Yu had a dark expression on his face. After a while, Zhao Zheng watched as Xiang Yu reluctantly got into the rickshaw, and then he continued to drive around the area.

After half an hour.

It's located in an alley three streets away from Zuowang Temple.

Zhao Zheng looked around with a strange feeling, and felt that his female ghost, or rather, the female ghost that was haunting him, might not actually exist.

"Fine, if it's not there, it's not there..."

Zhao Zheng turned and walked in the opposite direction. It was still early, so he could prepare for tomorrow's dangers.