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

Shi family,

Shi Bingbing's home,

Backyard pavilion.

"It's you!" ×2

Shi Lianlian and Shi Bingbing stood up in unison, facing Zhao Zhengdao who had climbed over the wall. The maids and servants, who had been on guard, breathed a sigh of relief, thinking to themselves that it was good that they knew each other.

Wait, they know him!!

The servants, sensing the problem, widened their eyes, realizing that their Miss Shi was still not professional enough.

They don't know how to avoid people!

Wait, are we going to be silenced?!

The servants stared wide-eyed at their Miss Shi with various thoughts in their minds. Zhao Zheng ignored their gazes, and he paid no attention to the two Miss Shis either.

He merely glanced around, sword in his left hand, and slowly stepped forward, listening to the sounds around him. Seeing several martial artists rushing towards him from a distance, he muttered under his breath, "There's a monster."

The martial artists who rushed over after hearing the commotion were all sharp-witted and quick-witted. Upon hearing Zhao Zheng's words, they looked at the Taoist robe he was wearing.

Furthermore, based on what their young mistresses and servants said, they knew that there was no problem with Zhao Zheng's identity, so for a while no one was foolish enough to choose to attack Zhao Zheng.

They simply approached slowly to observe, to see if there really was a monster, and to protect their Miss Shi.

"Master Zhao, what are you looking for?"

"Tell us, and we'll help you find it!"

Shi Lianlian and Shi Bingbing kept talking to Zhao Zhengdao, who was ignoring them. Zhao Zhengdao didn't say anything to these two women who seemed to be the ones who would make him cut off his own flesh.

Although his pectoral muscles became somewhat exaggerated after he mastered the Thirteen Bodyguards' external martial arts to a minor level, it doesn't mean he can cut off his own flesh to save people.

Having recovered somewhat from the run, Zhao Zheng diligently activated his innate insightful eyes to survey the backyard before him.

Soon, his gaze settled on the pond between him and the two Miss Shis, a pond where koi and other fish swam.

As if because of his gaze, the surface of the pond suddenly rippled, and a blood-red shadow, larger than before, abruptly broke through the water.

The shapeless, blood-red shadow, carrying an extremely foul stench of blood, hurtled towards Shi Lianlian and her companion by the pond like an arrow.

"go!"

We've been waiting for you to come out!

Zhao Zheng gave a light shout, and with a flick of his right hand, the Tai'a sword in his left hand, under the urging of the Supreme Pure Yang True Method Sword Manual, clattered and shot out as a ray of golden light.

The sword rang out, piercing the air and scattering dazzling golden light, fully demonstrating the pure Yang's supreme strength and clarity, its ability to slay evil and suppress demons, and its sword-like power to transform into lightning.

At the same time, it further demonstrates the power of the Pure Yang Sword Dao of the Dan Ding Sect, which belongs to the rank of Right Judge of the Ninth-Rank Supreme Dan Ding Division.

Among the crowd in the courtyard, a golden thread hissed and pinned the blood-red shadow that had lunged at Shi Lianlian and her companion to a stone pillar in the pavilion.

As a strange, inhuman scream rang out, the blood shadow collapsed and dissipated, leaving only the Tai'a Magic Sword still trembling slightly on the stone pillar.

"Return to its sheath!"

Zhao Zheng flicked his right sword finger, once again activating the Supreme Pure Yang True Method Sword Manual, which was at its temporary perfect state.

The Tai'a sword transformed into a golden light and returned to its sheath with a clang. As soon as it was sheathed, his brows furrowed slightly.

"The demon has been vanquished, farewell!"

Zhao Zheng said something, ignoring the hallucinations and discomfort that were beginning to appear before him, as well as the voices of Miss Shi and the others, and climbed over the wall to leave the Shi family's house, returning to where he came from.

"Um, Taoist priest... why don't you use the door?"

One of the martial artists asked curiously, but the others ignored him and quickly led their Miss Shi and servants away from the backyard where the monster had appeared.

at the same time,

Several streets outside the Shi family's residence.

Zhao Zheng stood expressionless at the entrance of the alley, looking at the bluestone slabs bathed in the dim yellow light and the pedestrians thronging the street.

The porters, their legs wrapped in leggings, wiped their sweat as they hurried along; women in cheongsams, carrying bamboo baskets, stepped aside to let them pass; students in Western-style clothes walked and laughed, their arms around each other's shoulders; and children, clutching sweet cakes, squeezed through the crowd.

The rickshaw wheels rumbled over the stone slabs, the driver shouted "Excuse me!" and the copper bell jingled as he weaved through the crowd.

Shop signs swayed on both sides, tea stalls emitted the warmth of the cool night, and vendors squatted on street corners shouting, their voices mingling with the chatter of passersby.

This was the first scene Zhao Zheng saw, but when he looked again, everything had changed.

The dim yellow light shone on the cracked bluestone slabs, the street was dilapidated, yet people still thronged the street.

But they looked like demons. The porters' noodles were rolled up, revealing white bones covered with blood and flesh. The severed hands dangled from the bamboo baskets of the women in cheongsams, and the children clutched rotting limbs and squeezed through the gaps between people.

The rickshaw pullers were no longer pulling people, but white skeletons, the sound of their copper bells hoarse like the cries of infants.

The tea shops no longer boil tea, but rather bubbling, crimson blood; and the vendors no longer sell pork...

"Oh no, I've become a Ding Yin..."

Zhao Zheng mentally complained, his gaze falling on the wisp of blood light that he had suppressed in his left hand with his magic power, and the Blood Shadow Curse that had taken the opportunity to invade his left hand as the Tai'a Magic Sword was sheathed.

"By the way, where is the lord of my Immortal Castle?"

As Zhao Zheng's thoughts wandered, he retreated to the depths of this deserted alley, no longer suppressing the bloody light on his left palm.

As the blood-red light was no longer suppressed, almost instantly, Zhao Zheng's eyes were shrouded in a crimson glow.

At the same time, Zhao Zheng's consciousness also reached the depths of his mind and saw... another version of himself wearing a blood-red Taoist robe.

"Inner demon?"

Zhao Zheng asked with a mixture of doubt and certainty, his blood-red Taoist robe revealing his gleaming white teeth, which were serrated like a shark's.

"Indeed!"

Let's be friends!

"..."

"Huh? Aren't you me? I don't think I would refuse to be friends with myself, right?" Zhao Zheng asked, extending his hand curiously.

"..."

You can't figure this out!

Zhao Zheng, dressed in a blood-red Taoist robe, extended his hand with a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, and the two shook hands briefly. Zhao Zheng then asked...

"Are you trying to lead me astray?"

"……right!"

"What's in it for you to do this?"

"..."

"I don't quite understand why you did this, after all, you are me, even if... you are the embodiment of my troubles!"

Zhao Zheng didn't quite understand the Dao. The so-called inner demons are called the demons of afflictions, the demons of the five aggregates, and the demons of death in Buddhism, while in Taoism they are called the three corpses, upper, middle, and lower.

Although they are called by different names, they are essentially the same; both refer to the inner demons of the human heart. In other words, inner demons are a part of a person.

The man in the blood-red Taoist robe remained silent for a moment, then looked at Zhao Zheng expressionlessly and said, "Because I want your body!"

"Right here?"

"……Um."

Zhao Zheng, dressed in a blood-red Taoist robe, felt his eyelids twitch, suppressing the urge to punch his opponent. Zhao Zheng looked at his inner demonic path with a strange expression.

"You...don't you have any memories of me?"

As he spoke, he looked at his inner demon with a strange expression and added, "I'm talking about the future memories within our own memories!"

"Um?"

Zhao Zheng, dressed in a blood-red Taoist robe, was taken aback. His expression immediately became interesting due to his memories. After a long silence, he looked at Zhao Zheng.

"You... fine... you win..."

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zheng found that his vision had returned, his consciousness had left the depths of his mind, and at the same time, the voice of the inner demon rang out.

"I suddenly remembered a joke... A person died and went to the underworld to be reincarnated, but the underworld officials brought him to the human world and told him... that the human world is actually the eighteenth level of hell..."

"That was before I arrived..."

Zhao Zheng spoke, and after the inner demon remained silent, a new status quietly appeared on the panel of the "Life's Many Faces" chart.

[Status: Severed Three Corpses (1/3)]

[Introduction: The Upper Corpse Peng Ju, also known as Qing Gu, is in charge of adornment, delusion, and vanity... She makes people fond of carriages and horses, infatuated with sensual pleasures, and prone to excessive thinking and desires, thus depleting their vital energy...]

"Is this what it means to achieve sainthood?"

Zhao Zheng was surprised. Apart from feeling that the chaotic thoughts in his mind had lessened, he didn't have any other feelings.

Okay, I almost forgot this isn't the prehistoric era!

Zhao Zheng put away the "Life's Many Faces" panel, endured his physical discomfort, and applied another Jiama talisman to his leg before heading to the Ren family.

As for why he was able to kill Shangshi Qinggu, he roughly understood the reason. First, Shangshi Qinggu was the master of vanity.

The other party is unable to face the current state of affairs.

Faced with this chaotic world!

Secondly, his upgraded version of the Sun and Moon Everlasting Observation Technique was helping him. The combination of the two was what allowed him to finally kill the Corpse Qinggu!

Well, at least that's what he thinks!