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

"One for each of you. Focus on recovering. I've already discussed the Listening Tide Sword Technique with my senior brother. Once you've recovered, you can go and learn it..."

Wei and He looked at the silver notes in their hands, recalling what Zhao Zheng had said before he left. They exchanged a glance and both gave an awkward smile.

"So you broke through too!" ×2

"..." x2

The two women were speechless at the same time. They exchanged a glance and then left.

Zhao Zheng's figure appeared, and after confirming that no one else was around, he reappeared. This process was repeated twice before he finally left completely.

After handing Charming's body over to Li Qi, who was secretly following him, Zhao Zheng found an empty alley and tore off the three magic talismans from his legs that had lost their effectiveness due to being wet. He then took out new magic talismans from his pocket and affixed them.

Then, it turned into a blur and continued towards the back mountain!

After a while, on a road that was the only way to leave Anping County and go to Renjia Village, on a fairly bustling street.

This was a street dimly lit by foreign lamps, with smoke rising from small stalls and various hawking cries rising and falling. Zhao Zheng, who had come to this street, suddenly stopped and looked at the old Taoist priest blocking his way.

"Master Zhao, please give this old Taoist some face and stop here and go back..."

The old Taoist priest, Li Wangyu, the abbot of the Qingli Sect, spoke with a smile. As soon as he finished speaking, several young Taoist priests wearing the same style of Taoist robes as him appeared not far behind Zhao Zheng.

A group of people blocked Zhao Zheng's path from the front and back!

Zhao Zheng did not respond or answer, but only glanced back at the few young Taoists blocking his way.

He turned his gaze to the street where long-gowned men strolled leisurely, short-clothed porters crisscrossed the streets, rickshaw bells jingled, and children's laughter mingled with the evening breeze carrying the aromas of oil and wine.

On a fairly bustling street, Zhao Zheng turned his gaze to Abbot Li and asked with a smile, "Abbot Li, do you know who I am?"

"Of course I know. The abbot of Zuowang Temple, one of the seventy-two temples of Maoshan, is also the eldest son of the Zhao family, the owner of the Zhao family's money exchange in the east of the city!"

Master Li, who looked to be in his sixties with a youthful appearance despite his white hair, nodded, clearly having figured out Zhao Zheng's identity perfectly.

"Yes, it's good that you know..."

Zhao Zheng nodded and continued walking. Just as the monks, including Abbot Li, who were blocking Zhao Zheng's path, were about to make their move.

The crowd suddenly jostled, pushing Master Li and his companions. When the crowd dispersed, all that remained were Master Li and his group kneeling on the ground with several knives stuck in their abdomens.

The wide eyes of Abbot Li and the others revealed disbelief as they stared blankly at the several knives protruding from his abdomen.

Screams, gasps, cries of panic...

Zhao Zheng walked slowly down the street where there were fewer and fewer pedestrians. He came to the kneeling Abbot Li and smiled.

"Master Li, you know, I'm terrified of death, so most of the time I don't dare go out alone... especially after I discovered someone was spying on me..."

After saying this, Zhao Zheng walked past Abbot Li without turning his head and said, "Please take good care of your injuries, Abbot Li. Once today's matter is settled, I will pay you a visit, and then we can settle our differences..."

"good……"

Master Li's tense expression eased somewhat, but before he could finish speaking, Zhao Zheng added another sentence.

"Let's settle this with a fight to the death..."

Whether Abbot Li answered or not, Zhao Zheng did not listen any further. At this moment, he once again activated the Armored Horse Talisman, turning into a blur as he continued towards the back mountain of Renjia Village.

……

Night, dark clouds loom overhead.

Renjia Village, back mountain, hillside

In front of Grandpa Ren's grave.

Zhao Zheng appeared, now dressed in a Taoist robe. It wasn't that he had mastered any shrinking techniques, but rather that he was incredibly fast.

"I think I arrived just in time..."

Looking at the still untouched grave, Zhao Zheng frowned slightly and said something. After speaking, he followed his instincts and looked towards the small grove of trees that looked somewhat eerie under the moonlight.

"How did you two figure out about us?"

A voice rang out from the grove, and before the voice faded, a figure darted out from the grove in a strange manner.

In the blink of an eye, the figure covered more than twenty meters and stopped a few meters away from Zhao Zheng.

Seeing the other party's bizarre movements and speed, which seemed to jump through frames, Zhao Zheng's eyelids twitched. He didn't reply, but instead asked the chubby middle-aged man in front of him who had a braid like Charles.

"The Imperial Observatory?"

"Um."

Wearing a traditional Chinese jacket and with his hands behind his back, Fu Lie grunted an "Mmm," which wasn't a proper speech but rather a single "Mmm" that popped out between his teeth.

Despite being only 1.7 meters tall, he acted as if he were taller than Zhao Zheng, speaking with an arrogant attitude.

"I am Fu Lie, the Deputy Director of the Imperial Observatory, a sixth-rank official!"

After speaking, Fu Lie noticed that Zhao Zheng's expression remained unchanged, with a hint of annoyance and a mocking smile in his eyes. He cursed Zhao Zheng inwardly as a lackey, then looked at him with a "it's your turn to answer the question" expression.

"My uncle and I didn't foresee you, but we did foresee other things. For example, when I saw the clothes on my follower, I foresaw that Wang's Tailor Shop would be wiped out..."

Zhao Zheng began, then paused before continuing, "For example, we've noticed someone secretly spying on us. Combining these two points with the Ren family's impending doom... I've thought of something we've overlooked..."

"Um?"

Curiosity gleamed in Fu Lie's eyes as he saw Zhao Zheng look at Old Master Ren's grave and say, "The 'Dragonfly Skimming Water' burial site is a sign of a true dragon's lair. A true dragon's lair... is also known as a true dragon's lair..."

Of course, the "dragonfly skimming the water" spot is not a true dragon's lair; it can only be considered part of the true dragon's lair lineage.

It's true that the Dragonfly Skimming Water Cave has the potential to transform into a dragon due to its association with the water element, but this opportunity is almost as impossible as traveling back to before the lottery draw and winning the jackpot with future winning numbers.

Zhao Zheng paused, then looked at Fu Lie and said, "This is why the Ren family was wiped out. I guessed right, didn't I?"

"Yes, that's right, you're very smart..."

Furlie nodded with appreciation, then looked down the mountain, his brow furrowing slightly. "So, it seems Charmin died at your hands?"

"Yes... I can understand your efforts to eliminate potential threats..." Zhao Zheng nodded and continued, pausing before speaking.

"Well... I can understand why you wiped out the entire Ren family, although I can't accept it!" Zhao Zheng paused here.

He looked at Furiel, bewildered, and said, "But a piece of clothing can be a reason for you to kill people? I really don't understand!"

Even though he knew this was called cross-dressing, he couldn't understand it; he felt... it was absurd!

And magic!!

"Do I need a reason to kill you?"

Fu Lie looked at Zhao Zhengdao with a strange expression, staring at him as if he were an idiot. Zhao Zhengdao paused, then picked at his ear: "Please say it again!"

"I don't need a reason to kill you!"

"...Truly worthy of being called a remnant of the previous dynasty!"

Zhao Zheng paused for a second, then sighed. Looking at Fu Lie's suddenly somber face, he smiled and said, "I have another question!"

"explain!"

Fu Lie squinted as he looked at Zhao Zheng, his gaze sweeping over him as if he were looking at the fish on the chopping board, pondering where to begin.

Is your mother still alive?

"No...you brat, you're asking for it!"

Fu Lie answered instinctively, but before he could finish, he realized that Zhao Zheng was cursing him. He cursed back angrily, but before he could move, all he got was a bullet fired from the gun in Zhao Zheng's hand.

Thud! Thud! Thud—

Bullets were ejected from the barrel, but not from a box gun; they came from a fully automatic 11.43 caliber Colt Series 11, custom-made to commemorate the use of money.

Bullets poured out, and in the blink of an eye, all eight bullets, including the one already loaded, were fired.

Furi stopped dodging, his face grim as he stared at the bloody gash on his left arm where a bullet had grazed him.

As the muscles twitched and the wound forcibly closed, the blood stopped flowing. After doing all this, Fu Lie glared menacingly at Zhao Zhengdao.

"It's my turn..."

Thud! Thud! Thud—

Bullets poured out again, indicating that there were two guns, one named Colt and the other Mauser. Zhao Zheng continued to fire.