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

I acted impulsively.

I've become an idiot...

This was Zhao Zheng's first thought after he stabbed Master Bo Xing several times, maintaining his stance with the sword tip pointing diagonally to the ground, and it was also his first thought when he felt the pain in his body.

However, he did not regret it. Just as he thought when he swung his sword, some things had to be done by someone!

"Namo Amitabha Buddha..."

Master Bo Xing still looked at Zhao Zheng with admiration in his eyes. He raised his withered hand, whose blood had not yet been completely washed away by the rain, and tried to press it against Zhao Zheng's forehead.

Unfortunately,

His hand stopped abruptly in mid-air.

bang——

Master Bo Xing fell to the ground with a thud, splashing up some of the rainwater that had accumulated on the ground. Master Tian Yi, who had appeared behind Master Bo Xing at some unknown time and was ready to make a move at any moment, breathed a sigh of relief.

Xiang Yu did the same, and the two of them immediately asked Zhao Zheng, who was still standing with his sword in hand, in unison.

"Are you alright..."

Their voices stopped abruptly. Zhao Zheng looked into their eyes, which seemed to have a red filter applied to them, and said, "It seems alright..."

Zhao Zheng's voice was somewhat hoarse, and he could clearly feel a metallic smell filling his nostrils when he opened his mouth to speak.

"..." x2

I don't think you're good enough...

Pshaw, you can definitely do it...

Xiang Yu stared wide-eyed at Zhao Zheng, who was bleeding from his eyes, ears, nose, mouth, and nose—in other words, bleeding from all seven orifices. He rushed forward to help him, but Daoist Tianyi beat him to it, leaving Xiang Yu only able to anxiously say, "Junior brother, don't die..."

"Bleeding from all seven orifices is bleeding from all seven orifices, and death is death!"

Zhao Zheng stared speechlessly at Xiang Yu, who was cursing him, thinking to himself that he would eventually transplant back the pair of double pupils that Xiang Yu had lost in his previous life.

He glanced at Master Tianyi, who was channeling his internal energy to heal him, then took out a black jade bottle from his pocket, poured out a pill, put it in his mouth, chewed it a few times, and swallowed it.

"Uncle-Master, Senior Brother, don't worry, I'm fine. My master prepared some life-saving pills for me. Let's deal with the Ren family's troubles first..."

"Alright, but you were too reckless this time..."

Master Tianyi looked worried, but he still held onto Zhao Zheng's arm and used his magic to heal him.

When Master Bo Xing attacked Zhao Zheng, he thought Zhao Zheng would scare Master Bo Xing and run away as before.

He was all prepared to seize the opportunity to fight Master Bo Xing to the death, but who knew that this kid would be so reckless and directly choose to attack from below.

Everything happened too fast; by the time he realized what was happening, Zhao Zheng had already successfully killed Master Bo Xing.

"How did you manage to do that...?"

Master Tianyi did not continue asking the question he had been asking. He silently frowned and used his magic to look at Zhao Zheng, whose internal organs were severely injured and whose meridians were mostly damaged.

"Your injury..."

"Uncle-Master, let me ask you a question. If that old bald monk hadn't chosen to ambush me, would you have handed me over to him for the sake of the Ren family and all the living beings within a thousand meters?" Zhao Zheng asked, changing the subject.

"In my eyes, one person's life is just as important as ten thousand people's lives..." Master Tianyi replied.

Seemingly afraid that Zhao Zheng might harbor resentment, he quickly added, "My martial uncle wouldn't choose to use you to save their lives..."

He knew that he was not the type to sacrifice one person to save the lives of ten thousand.

At worst, he could just kill Master Bo Xing to avenge those people. Besides, Zhao Zheng was his elder brother's disciple, and based on that alone, he couldn't hand over Zhao Zheng.

Even if he were truly forced into a corner, he would choose to hand over his disciple Xiang Yu, but he would not hand over his nephew Zhao Zheng.

"Hmm...Alright, Uncle-Master, you guys go and take care of the rest of the Ren family's troubles...I, who have no fighting ability, won't go!"

Zhao Zheng smiled and spoke, his ears twitching slightly as he listened to the commotion coming from the Ren family's backyard. He urged the two of them on.

Upon hearing this, Master Tianyi glanced at Zhao Zheng, then examined the wounds that had subsided within Zhao Zheng's body. He nodded silently and then said to Xiang Yu, "Let's go."

Xiang Yu gasped, but still quickly caught up with Daoist Tianyi, his weapons in hand, and looked at Zhao Zheng with a worried expression: "Junior brother, please don't let anything happen to you..."

"Don't worry, I'll be fine..."

Zhao Zheng spoke with a smile, but the smile disappeared after the two left, and he looked at his trembling body.

"His talent is truly impressive..."

Zhao Zheng thought to himself, "Under normal circumstances, his injuries should have made him pass out from the pain."

However, due to his innate capacity for selflessness, he only felt pain that was bearable, pain within his tolerance range.

As for emotions... to be honest, Zhao Zheng seriously doubted that he would feel much fear even if he were to face death directly.

He was incredibly calm right now, even though he knew that any random ninth-rank martial artist could take his life.

"Speaking of which, should I find a chance to test if my sensitivity has also increased...? If it has, will I be unable to control myself...?"

Zhao Zheng's thoughts wandered aimlessly. When he finally came to his senses, he looked at the corpse of Master Bo Xing lying on the ground in front of him.

"You old bald monk, give me some gold coins..."

Zhao Zheng looked at the unseeing eyes of the deceased Master Bo Xing, whom he had long admired, and began to squat down to touch the corpse. A dozen seconds later...

He successfully acquired a number of silver notes and several books written in Sanskrit, the contents of which were uncertain whether they were scriptures or cultivation methods.

There was nothing he could do; he hadn't learned Sanskrit!

There's another scroll... a bit out of place, not quite fitting for the current environment, a scroll that's probably made of sheepskin.

This art style is off!

Zhao Zheng looked at the sheepskin scroll in his hand, which was about twenty centimeters long, with a strange expression and eyes that still had a red filter on them. The scroll core was worn black and the edges were curled up like withered butterflies.

Seeing that the light rain had stopped, Zhao Zheng opened the parchment scroll and looked at it. As soon as he saw it, he frowned. It wasn't that he didn't understand English, but the writing on it wasn't in English or any of the languages ​​he recognized.

He looked strangely at the somewhat blurry star patterns and various designs painted on the leather surface with some kind of odd silver ink.

"This really is a magic scroll...wait..."

Zhao Zheng let out a soft "hmm," and on a sudden impulse, he chose to activate the "Seeking Truth from Illusions" characteristic of his innate insight.

He saw the jumbled characters on the parchment scroll re-interweave and coalesce, and the font, which originally looked like graffiti, suddenly changed into the traditional Chinese characters that he recognized.

"Oh dear, today is my first day in this barbaric land of Xi Da Qin. Soon, I will be led by the Imperial Physician to meet the princess of west Da Qin, who can make everything she passes through lush and green..."

"Damn! Damn! Damn! This barbarian woman has incredibly sweaty feet... Oh my god, is she really a woman?... What nonsense about being born with supernatural powers, what nonsense about the princess turning the yellow moss green wherever she goes, it's clearly her sweaty feet that turned the yellow moss green..."

"My God! This is the first time I've ever seen such incredibly sweaty feet... I shouldn't have believed these barbarians! These big liars..."

Zhao Zheng didn't watch any more of the content. It wasn't that he didn't want to watch, but rather that his current state didn't allow him to continue.

Because of the depletion of divine power, Zhao Zheng, whose ability to discern truth from falsehood had been forced to shut down, frowned as he recalled the words he had seen on the parchment scroll.

To be fair, lush greenery and sweaty feet do make a lot of sense. Ugh, that's not the point. The point is, how come the words "Pharmacist" and "Judge" appear on the sheepskin scroll?

"Witch...Pharmacist...Judge..."

The Great Zhao's voyages to the West... the Black Death...

Thinking about things in the future, Zhao Zheng pondered incessantly, his brows furrowed as he carefully put away the sheepskin scroll close to his body.

"Um?"

Zhao Zheng frowned as he watched a bloody shadow leap out from Master Bo Xing's body, moving at an extremely fast speed close to the ground, rushing out of the Ren family's front gate in the blink of an eye.

"Demon? Ghost?"

Despite his physical discomfort, Zhao Zheng activated the effects of the armor talisman on his legs, which had not yet completely worn off, and quickly followed with his sword.

quickly,

More than a dozen streets away.

Following the fleeing shadows, Zhao Zheng arrived at the outside of a courtyard wall. He looked at the things floating in front of him that he couldn't see clearly, and without thinking too much, he subconsciously climbed over the wall and went inside.

Before my eyes were two women in the pavilion, the former being Shi Lianlian and the latter Shi Bingbing. The two women were cracking melon seeds and bickering in the pavilion.

In front of them were two maids performing wrestling, and around them were other maids staring wide-eyed at his appearance.

"..."

broken,

I'm going to cut my losses...