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

Two orbs of light collided violently in the night sky. The golden light brought up arcs of lightning, while the gray light, wrapped in Buddhist chants, exploded into a rain of golden light that filled the sky.

Thunderous sounds mixed with chanting reverberated through the night sky, and waves of light exploded one after another, spreading out in ripples. Below, Zhao Zheng could only see a golden-white object and a gray object colliding back and forth, with continuous loud noises. Visible sonic booms of gray-gold and golden-white colors bloomed continuously in the night sky.

The front yard of the Ren family, where he was located, seemed to have been hit by a hurricane, but it quickly faded away as the gold-white and gray-gold fought higher and higher, and became dimmer and dimmer.

"Junior brother, why don't you use your Heaven-Slaying Sword Technique to cut him down!"

Finally freed from the aftereffects of the invocation, Xiang Yu got up from the ground and, thinking about everything he had just witnessed, asked Zhao Zheng.

"We can't beat them!"

Zhao Zheng replied without turning his head, and Xiang Yu, surprised, said, "Junior brother, how do you know you can't win if you don't even try!"

"I'm afraid I'll die if I try!"

Zhao Zheng withdrew his gaze and said, "I'll say it again: to do something knowing it's impossible is foolish." Looking at Xiang Yu's puzzled expression, he pointed to the sky and said, "If you're so capable, you do it!"

"I can't fly!"

"You talk as if I can fly!"

"..."

"..."

The two stared at each other in silence. Xiang Yu chuckled and scratched his head, looking embarrassed. Zhao Zheng just wanted to transplant back the double pupils he had lost when he was a child. Yes, he hadn't lost his double pupils when he was a child.

But just now, he suddenly remembered that in his previous life he had lost a pair of double pupils that were exactly the same as Xiang Yu's.

Knowing he couldn't win an argument with Zhao Zheng, Xiang Yu stopped speaking and tried to look up to watch the battle, but before he could even lift his head, he heard Zhao Zheng speak.

"Senior brother, one for you, one for me!"

"???"

"...I'll go kill the unconscious little bald monk just in case, you go destroy the old bald monk's magic weapon!" Zhao Zheng commanded.

"Okay, sure..."

Xiang Yu glanced at the little monk not far away, who wouldn't live much longer even if Zhao Zheng didn't make a move, because of the esoteric Buddhist summoning technique, and nodded with a hint of pity in his eyes.

Seeing Xiang Yu run to destroy Master Bo Xing's magical artifacts, Zhao Zheng said to be careful, and then quickly came to the little monk lying on the ground not far away, carrying the Tai'a sword that he had not put away.

Actually, Zhao Zheng initially planned to use the young bald monk to bully the old bald monk, but after thinking about it, he decided against it.

It wasn't because the other person was a tantric monk.

The main problem is that this would damage his status.

Yes, that's right, that's exactly it!

"I hope you'll be reborn into a good family in your next life..."

Zhao Zheng raised the Tai'a sword and thrust it towards the little monk's head, but the sword stopped before it could fall.

"Huh? What a coincidence!"

Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow at the young monk who had just breathed his last, then drew his sword again and said, "Monk, I'm sorry!"

Before he finished speaking, the sword fell first, three swords in a row, stabbing the little monk's heart, kidneys, and brain. After the three swords, Zhao Zheng's mouth twitched as he looked at the little monk who suddenly opened his eyes and stared at him angrily. The little monk tremblingly raised his finger and pointed at him.

"You...you'll die a horrible death..."

As soon as he finished speaking, the little monk died, his eyes still fixed on Zhao Zheng, which made Zhao Zheng remain silent for several seconds.

"How dare you! Ugh, you're shameful..."

Zhao Zheng cursed, inwardly sighing at how treacherous the cultivation world was. He then delivered a few more blows before turning to help Xiang Yu.

He would turn back as soon as he left, and only after confirming that the little monk was really dead would he turn back again after taking two more steps, thus achieving the feat of turning back three times for every step.

"..."

My junior apprentice is overly cautious...

Xiang Yu, who had destroyed Master Bo Xing's magical artifact, was puzzled. But the next second, a ghastly green ghostly figure smeared his face with the broken jar, prompting Zhao Zheng to quickly step forward and intervene!

Snapped--

Zhao Zheng's palm strike, imbued with the Ghost-Slaying Incantation and Golden Light Divine Incantation taught by Laozi, successfully caused the ghost to wail and collapse.

Utterly annihilated!

Only Xiang Yu rubbed his head with a dark expression, looking at Zhao Zheng with a hint of hostility in his eyes. Zhao Zheng frowned and said...

"Senior brother, I just saved you!"

"……Thanks!"

"Um!"

Zhao Zheng smiled and nodded, then began to help destroy Master Bo Xing's magical artifacts. The moment he saw these artifacts, he frowned.

The first thing you see is a white bone bowl, the walls of which are engraved with the six-syllable mantra. A shinbone, probably from a higher animal, leans against a scaffold, its surface covered with esoteric Buddhist scriptures.

Not far away was a broken leather drum, about the length of a palm, with Sanskrit inscriptions and a seated image of the charnel ground deity painted on its light brown leather surface.

Looking again at the broken vajra and skull lamp, Zhao Zheng's expression shifted from furrowed brows to calm as he continued his destruction.

"Senior brother, hurry up, it's going to rain!"

"Huh? It's raining?"

Xiang Yu looked up in surprise, and what he saw was still the bright, somewhat eerie moon, and two beams of light, one golden and one gray, constantly colliding high in the sky.

"Yes, it's raining..."

At this point, the progress of the Innate Yin-Yang Dao Body is 20%.

Time flies,

Three minutes later.

bang——

A deep, resounding boom, like the striking of a bell or drum, echoed above the Ren family's residence. The enormous sound generated a terrifying shockwave that spread outwards with a deafening roar, causing the doors and windows of the Ren family's house to rattle violently.

The shockwave shattered some of the Ren family's windows, and even created a thick, gray curtain over their front yard.

At the edge of the sky-covering gray curtain were Xiang Yu spitting out dust from his mouth, and Zhao Zheng covering his mouth and nose with his sleeve.

Within the dense gray curtain, in the center of the courtyard, stood Master Tianyi and Master Boxing facing off.

Neither of them looked well. Daoist Tianyi's clothes were disheveled, and the peach wood sword in his hand was only half intact.

Master Bo Xing fared much worse; his body bore numerous scorch marks and lingering arcs of electricity from his palms and fists.

There are still sword marks, sword marks that are bleeding!

Master Bo Xing's esoteric Buddhist robes were now tattered, but his expression remained unchanged. With no sign of fear in his eyes, he clasped his hands together and said, "Namo Amitabha Buddha, fellow Daoist, your thunder magic is so powerful that you can be called the best in the Daoist sect of this era..."

Before Daoist Tianyi could speak, he continued with a smile, "However, fellow Daoist, it's probably not enough for you to defeat this humble monk with just the Jade Pivot Concentrating Palm. This humble monk still has a fundamental technique called the Corpse-Spirit Tranquility Technique that I haven't used yet..."

As he spoke, Master Boxing suddenly uttered a strange syllable. He then formed a mudra with his hands, and a strange gray Buddhist light emanated from behind him.

Master Tianyi and Zhao Zheng only saw a phantom image of a dark and gloomy forest appear behind Master Boxing.

The illusory forest was filled with deathly silence; not even the wind could make a sound, and layers of white bones were piled up everywhere.

The gnarled branches of the dead tree intertwined like ghostly claws, with withered corpses hanging from the branches, swaying gently in the wind. The rotten cloth fluttered eerily without making a sound, and the putrid smell was mixed with a faint sandalwood fragrance.

And, deep in the forest, on a platform made of bones, a withered white skeleton slowly turned its head as Master Boxing chanted eerie Sanskrit.

The withered white skeleton wearing a five-skull crown appeared blurry, but Master Tianyi and his companions clearly sensed that as the skeleton slowly turned its head, an indescribable deathly silence, tinged with an eerie chill, instantly swept over them.

At the same time, the illusory forest seemed to come real, and withered leaves began to drift down the ground.

From fallen leaves to bone meal, to tree roots sprouting out of the shadows and yin energy like mist emerging from the ground, everything happens in an instant.

Master Tianyi frowned, gave a cold snort, and stomped his foot on the ground. Crimson white arcs of electricity crackled and popped from beneath his feet, rushing forward and destroying the fallen leaves and bone fragments.

Unfortunately, the fallen leaves and bone powder seemed endless and could not be destroyed. Even when Daoist Tianyi attacked Master Boxing directly, it had no effect. In other words, all his attacks were blocked by pale bone hands that sprang out of the forest.

This forest was clearly an illusion, so illusory that even rainwater dripping from it could pass through, yet it had strangely become real.

"You're quite ruthless to yourself..."

Master Tianyi looked at the reckless Master Boxing with a somewhat grim expression. Master Boxing had aged more than ten years due to using the Shi Tuo Ling Ji fundamental technique.

"Hand him over to this humble monk, otherwise, once this humble monk dies, the Ren family and all living beings within a radius of several thousand meters will follow this humble monk to submit to the Lord of the charnel ground."

Master Bo Xing smiled as he looked at Zhao Zheng, his face growing increasingly aged, and then chuckled as he spoke to Daoist Tian Yi.

Just as Master Tianyi was about to speak, his face suddenly contorted with rage as he reached out and grabbed at Master Boxing, who had passed right through him.

Or rather—illusion.

When he turned around, realizing something was wrong, what he saw was the dazzling golden light emanating from Zhao Zheng and the still rain around him.

And then there was Master Bo Xing, who had appeared opposite Zhao Zheng at some unknown time, flying towards him and extending his withered hand towards him.

"Breaking Limits - Sun and Moon - Heaven-Opening and Earth-Opening Sword..."

With the talents of Greed and Cruelty fully activated, and Sacrifice and Suffering fully activated, attack power is increased by 100%, while the pain threshold is raised to the limit!

The Yin and Yang energies within the dantian begin to reverse, Yin and Yang are reversed, Heaven and Earth are in disarray, the sun and the moon are reversed, evolving into lesser Yang and lesser Yin.

Yin and Yang are formed, and the Four Symbols appear...

The level of cultivation is beginning to improve...

Clang——

A cold light, carrying the chaos of Yin and Yang and the opening of the four elements, suddenly appeared in the sky, blooming from the Tai'a magic sword that was drawn from its sheath with a clang.

The Yuan Emperor said that the True Text of the Primordial Chaos Qi, which Zhao Zheng had created, was a glittering talisman for the Right Judge of the Supreme Alchemy Department, a ninth-rank title.

The Supreme Pure Yang True Method Sword Treasure Record, which brought Zhao Zheng to a temporary state of perfection through the rank of official, added a touch of pure yang and sharpness to Zhao Zheng's sword!

Swah——

Master Bo Xing stared blankly at the rain flowing upstream. He touched his neck and saw bright red blood.

The blood, diluted by the rain!

"Monk, you've lost!"

Zhao Zheng stood with his sword in hand, pointing diagonally at the ground, looking at Master Bo Xing with a bloodless face. Most of his meridians and internal organs were destroyed.

While it's true that doing something you know is foolish, there's a saying that goes, "Some things have to be done by someone."

Even if,

It looks pretty silly...