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

Three minutes ago,

Outside Wang's Tailor Shop in the east of the city,

on the street.

A middle-aged man wearing a dark blue silk mandarin jacket with fine silver trim, a moon-white brocade long gown underneath, shiny black satin boots, and a neatly braided black braid tied with a blue silk tassel at the end walked out of the alley.

Seeing this, some of the few pedestrians on the street looked surprised, some looked timid, and some hurriedly stepped aside or lowered their eyes, not daring to look directly at the other person.

The middle-aged man glanced at the dozen or so people with disdain before stopping in front of Wang's Tailor Shop.

"What a wonderful shop..."

A middle-aged man with an excessively black beard sighed regretfully and slowly walked into the shop in his shiny black satin boots.

Strangely enough, when he entered the shop, the pedestrians on the street all paused for a moment, then looked away in confusion and went about their business.

The middle-aged man who entered the shop looked at it with a puzzled expression. There was only one female shop assistant with slightly dark skin working there. He asked, "Where are the boss and the staff?"

"Oh? They went to the backyard to collect the materials!"

"Make them come out and see me!"

Hearing the waitress's reply, the middle-aged man frowned slightly and said arrogantly, "Are you crazy? I'm not a waitress here, why should I listen to you?"

"You... Hmph!"

The middle-aged man grunted, then suddenly leaned against a nearby pillar and cursed angrily, "You bitch! You were deceived while alive, and you're still being deceived in death..."

"You insulted me?"

The woman, who wasn't a waitress and had slightly dark skin, glared at him. The middle-aged man's pale face darkened, and he slammed his hand on the pillar.

bang——

A clear handprint appeared with a muffled thud and splinters of wood, startling the slightly dark-skinned woman so much that she turned and ran to the backyard.

"Well, I underestimated you, lad..."

The middle-aged man said something with a grim expression. As he took a pill from a jade bottle out of his sleeve and poured it into his mouth, his pale face improved somewhat.

He turned his head and waved gently, closing the shop door in the air. He slowly tied his hair into a braid before stepping towards the backyard.

He had barely taken a step when his brow furrowed as his ear twitched, but then a cold smile appeared on his face.

"Can they escape...?"

The middle-aged man moved his feet and his body turned into a blur as he rushed into the backyard. But as soon as he entered the backyard, he was greeted by a cloud of white ash, which was being scattered by the two women.

He recognized one of the women; she was the slightly dark-skinned woman he had mistaken for a female shop assistant earlier.

These thoughts were fleeting. Faced with the white ash that was coming from who-knows-what, the middle-aged man stopped abruptly, his expression changing slightly. He covered his mouth and nose with his hand to prevent being hit.

Unfortunately, his squinting eyes allowed him to realize that this thing was not poison at all. The middle-aged man, whose face turned ugly as he felt a burning pain from the white ash in his eyes, said.

"Lime! You two are asking for it!"

He didn't bother to understand why the two women were there and ambushed him. He simply moved his feet, his body blurring into a blur as he leaned against his tear-blurred vision and punched the two women in the head with his fists!

Thud! Thud—

The two women's expressions changed. Knowing they couldn't dodge, they simultaneously used their arms to block. With a slight cracking sound and two muffled groans, the two women flew backward like kites with broken strings.

"Two newly qualified martial artists dare to cause trouble for me, Charming. They really don't know what's good for them..." the middle-aged man said coldly.

"It's still too early to tell who will emerge victorious!"

The woman with slightly dark skin, who was Chen Qing, gave a wink to the woman beside her, or rather, Wei He. Then, she sprang to her feet and assumed a stance reminiscent of the "Surging Waves Fist."

"It seems your master didn't teach you to keep your heads down when you encounter someone from the Chen family..."

Charmin spoke with a sneer. It would have been even better if he had rubbed his eyes every now and then; that would have made him even more imposing.

Unlike now, I don't look like a clown!

"I've never actually taught that..."

As Chen Qing sneered, a firework burst from the self-igniting firework tube in Wei He's hand with a whoosh. Seeing this, Cha Erming snorted coldly, his face showing disdain and contempt.

"Ha, you still want to ask for help?"

tread--

Before the words were even finished, the fist arrived first. Charming's figure swept across several meters in an instant, raising his fist that tore through the air and slammed it toward Chen Qing's face.

Chen Qing's pale face remained unchanged. As he dodged with a bridge-like movement, Wei He punched Cha Erming in the waist.

Thud! Thud! Thud—

A rapid series of punches and kicks clashed, accompanied by the whistling sound of air being torn apart. In just a few breaths, the three had exchanged more than a dozen blows.

Although Chaerming had an overwhelming advantage with his strength as a seventh-grade martial artist, he was unable to defeat Chen Qing and Wei Hewan for a while due to their seemingly telepathic blocking, which annoyed him and made him increase his strength.

Thud! Thud—

"???"

Did I hit them?

Seeing Wei He and the other woman dodge his attacks like monkeys, Chaerming was taken aback. Then he smelled an unpleasant odor and saw the crumpled paper in the two women's nostrils.

Feeling a slight dizziness and seeing the powder in the two women's hands, Charmin's eyes widened, and he thought angrily.

"You bitch, how dare you..."

"This isn't poison, it's a sleeping potion!"

The familiar lime was once again suddenly thrown from the two women's hands. As Charles retreated rapidly, he suddenly opened his mouth and inhaled sharply.

"roar--"

The sound, like a lion's roar, burst forth with visible ripples in the air, returning all the incoming lime dust to Wei He and her companion.

The two women were prepared and turned to run. Chalmers snorted coldly, stomped his foot on the ground, cracking the stone bricks. In a blur, his right hand formed a claw, revealing a terrifying power that tore through the air, and grabbed at the back of Chen Qing's head.

Danger!

Chen Qing felt a chill run down his spine. Several meters away, Wei He stepped forward with a solemn expression, unleashing a deadly move, the Surging Wave Fist.

A powerful and domineering punch, like a raging wave crashing against the shore, tore through the air and hurtled towards Charles.

"Get out of here!"

bang——

Charming slapped Wei He with his backhand, sending him flying backward, his face pale as he clutched his arm. Then, with undiminished momentum, Charming charged towards Chen Qing, who had just turned around and was throwing lime again.

This time, he ignored the lime.

He wants to kill the other person!

The fist was powerful and fierce, bursting out with a terrifying, sharp sonic whistling sound, tearing straight through the dust and stone dust, and striking Chen Qing's face as she looked pale. Just when she thought she was going to die...

A powerful force struck, and Chen Qing felt a blur before his eyes. When his vision returned, he heard a loud bang.

Amidst the swirling dust of lime, two voices retreated step by step, one taking three steps back and the other seven. The one taking three steps back was Chaerming.

Seven steps back was Zhao Zheng, who had just arrived after accidentally breaking a water tap while standing on the grass in the vegetable garden.

"Sorry I'm late!"

Bathed in the rain curtain formed by the bursting water jets from the faucet, Zhao Zheng looked at the two women and smiled.

Charming frowned slightly as he looked at Zhao Zheng, who had killed the female ghost he had raised. He did not make a move immediately, but instead spoke with a grim and unpleasant expression.

"Tell me who leaked our whereabouts! Tell me, and I'll spare the three of you your lives!"

"Oh, so he was a eunuch!"

Zhao Zheng looked at the other man's beard, which had been washed down by the rain, and laughed. Charming's face darkened with annoyance, and without seeking the truth, he took a step forward.

Thud! Thud! Thud—

The two figures blurred into afterimages, exchanging more than a dozen blows in the courtyard in the blink of an eye. With each clash of their fists and feet, the rain curtain that filled the sky was shattered into mist.

Wei He and the other woman, who had stepped aside, looked shocked and longing. Just as they were thinking that rushing forward would hold Zhao Zheng back,

boom--

A loud bang was followed by a faint cracking sound as Zhao Zheng retreated onto the grass. Charming sneered.

"Ninth-rank strength, eighth-rank perfect strength is not bad, but have you ever considered that our family is stronger than you!"

"Is it possible that you've already lost?"

Zhao Zheng suddenly smiled, and a faint golden light shone from his body. As he made a grasping motion with his left hand, the Tai'a Sword materialized in his grasp.

"I'll lose? Hahaha, you're the only one who'll lose!"

Charming stared greedily at the primordial spirit sword in Zhao Zheng's hand, but the next second, his pupils widened instantly.

Zhao Zheng shrank back abruptly because of the rain curtain that had mysteriously stopped in mid-air around him, and he spoke in a trembling voice, unable to believe it.

"Yuan Chen..."

"Sun and Moon - Thirteen Earth-Shattering Techniques!"

Zhao Zheng's voice was faster than his, and his sword was faster than Charming's reaction. With a clang, the sound of the longsword being drawn rang out.

The burst of golden light was dazzling, and the rain curtain that flowed upstream, as if the world had been reversed in an instant, bloomed along with the sudden flash of sword light at Charmin's neck.

Swah——

Standing there, Charming covered his bleeding neck with his hand, staring wide-eyed at the rain streaming up against the current around him, and asked Zhao Zheng behind him with difficulty.

"Yuan Chen... the Boundary-Stabilizing Sword..."

boom--

Charming's body fell to the ground. Zhao Zheng sheathed his sword, turned around, and shook his head, saying, "Wrong, this is the Thirteen Forms of Sun and Moon: Overturning Heaven and Earth!"

The Thirteen Styles of Farting, to put it bluntly, are the flickering effect caused by the flashing frequency of the Golden Light Mantra, plus the visual persistence effect of the human eye.

Specifically, one can refer to the principle of using the flame of a magic lantern to drive the rotation of the lamp shadow, and using the afterimage to make the paper figures and carriages appear to be moving, and the principle of using light and shadow switching and the obscuring of the screen to make the silhouettes appear to move in shadow puppetry.

I still don't understand... The same principle applies to how the main characters of Now You See Me 2 control the rain to stop the flow of water.

Charmin died simply because he was too slow to react from being frightened. Of course, it didn't matter if he hadn't been slow; he had other killing moves.

Clearing his mind of distractions, Zhao Zheng quickly finished looting the corpse and smiled at Wei He and the other person, who were still in a daze, saying, "Congratulations on becoming a martial artist!"

"Thanks!"

Wei and He spoke in unison. They didn't inquire about Zhao Zheng's strange sword move just now, but looked at the dead Chaerming with suspicion and asked in unison.

Why is this eunuch here?

"Shave your head and change your clothes!"

Zhao Zheng uttered four words, and Wei He frowned slightly, puzzled, "But...didn't the Great Chen Dynasty already perish?"

"Is it really dead?"

Zhao Zheng asked in a calm tone.