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

"???"

No,

What level are you at?!

You have severed the upper corpse among the three corpses!

As a veteran in the cultivation world, Master Tianyi had cultivated for so many years but had never even touched the threshold of severing the three corpses. But Zhao Zheng, who had only been a beginner for a short time, had already severed the three corpses!

This is just...it's infuriating to compare yourself to others!

Master Tianyi took a deep breath, trying to calm his turbulent emotions. He silently thought that Zhao Zheng was just trying to coax him, so he changed the subject.

"What did you do with Bo Xing's body?"

"It wasn't me, it was Senior Brother Su..."

As Zhao Zheng spoke, a hearty laugh rang out from not far away, and a figure appeared in front of the three of them, Su Ming, saying, "Uncle-Master, this time it was your fault..."

"I didn't mean to hide it from you..."

Master Tianyi looked embarrassed. The Ren family's affairs started because of him, and Zhao Zheng was already implicated, which made him feel very guilty. If Su Ming were to be involved as well... he would find it even more unacceptable.

"I know……"

"Stop, I can't hold on any longer!"

After Zhao Zheng finished speaking, he suddenly collapsed to the ground amidst the stunned expressions of the three people. Daoist Tianyi quickly helped the unconscious Zhao Zheng up.

Su Ming quickly examined Zhao Zheng's body, then stared blankly at Zhao Zheng's two legs, which were fractured due to overuse of the Armor Horse Talisman.

He looked again at Zhao Zheng, whose meridians were nearly half destroyed and whose internal organs were damaged. In other words, Zhao Zheng was half-dead. His expression was blank and confused.

"Does he really not know what pain is?"

If it were him with such injuries, he probably would have fainted from the pain long ago. But Zhao Zheng not only didn't faint, he actually managed to hold on until now. This made him unable to understand whether this was something a human could do.

Master Tianyi didn't reply, because he had already disappeared with Zhao Zheng. Su Ming immediately grabbed Xiang Yu and chased after them.

Zhao Zheng didn't know what happened next...

When Zhao Zheng groggily opened his eyes, he found himself back at Zuowang Temple, on his bed in his bedroom. The sound outside the door startled him.

"Master Tianyi, Abbot Zhao's injuries are quite severe. Not only are his internal organs badly damaged, but even his heart meridian is somewhat damaged. However, it's alright. I have a folk remedy from India here, which only requires the heart of Abbot Zhao's beloved as a medicinal ingredient..."

"???"

Huh? I'm not the one who needs to cut my losses!

Wait, my beloved's darling??

Leaving aside the fact that he didn't have a sweetheart, Zhao Zheng stated that he wasn't one of the people on Stan Island. He subconsciously tried to open his mouth, but found that he couldn't utter a word.

Upon hearing Master Tianyi tell the other Taoist priest to "get lost," Zhao Zheng stopped struggling and obediently lay on the bed to begin introspecting.

His injuries were not as serious as the stranger outside had said. Thanks to the life-saving pills left by his master, his injuries had improved by nearly 20% compared to before he fell into a coma.

The fractures in his legs caused by overuse of the Jiama talisman have basically healed without leaving any sequelae. The only remaining serious injuries are to his internal organs and meridians.

No problem.

Serious injury has become serious injury-.

It will soon reach the level of minor injury+.

"But why is my heart meridian actually damaged?"

Zhao Zheng was surprised, and his mind subconsciously thought of his beloved child. However, under the control of the corpse he had just severed, this thought was cut off the moment it arose.

"Here comes the picture!"

As Zhao Zheng thought to himself, a familiar dark red light appeared before his eyes and began to intertwine and condense.

Whether it was his imagination or his red filter hadn't completely faded, he felt the blood color was even more intense than before.

Putting his thoughts aside, Zhao Zheng looked at the seemingly endless tapestry of life depicted on the border, where the mystical talismans were becoming increasingly clear.

"The two sections on cultivation techniques look a bit complicated, so let's just combine them into one... After all, sometimes the technique is the cultivation itself..."

As soon as Zhao Zheng uttered his idea, the panel of the "Life in All Its Forms" diagram began to change slightly in response to his thoughts.

A Portrait of Life

[Photo by: Zhao Zheng]

Age: 18

[Sect: Maoshan Seventy-Two Temples - Zuowang Temple]

[Record: The True Text Record of the Primordial Chaos Ancestral Qi]

[Rank/Class Status: Pending Trigger]

[Constitution: Innate Yin-Yang Dao Body (40%)]

[Talents: discerning eyes, selflessness, and a love for the cruel]

[Status: Severed Three Corpses (1/3), Unwavering Daoist Heart, Passing on the Torch]

[Dao Realm: Refining Essence into Qi (Mid-Stage)]

[Martial Realm: Late Ninth Rank (Late Skin Refining)]

[Techniques: Shangqing Great Cave True Scripture (Beginner), Sun and Moon Everlasting Brightness Mind Method (Breaking Limits), Thirteen Protectors Horizontal Training (Minor Success), Qinghua Salvation from Suffering Demon Refining Seal (Minor Success), Golden Light Divine Mantra (Minor Success), Money Divination (Minor Success), Small Six Ren (Minor Success), Large Six Ren (Minor Success), Plum Blossom Divination (Minor Success), Ziwei Doushu (Minor Success), Yang Dun Nine Formations (Minor Success), Maoshan Invocation Technique (Major Success)...]

Skill Points: 0

Seeing that both the Dao Realm and Martial Realm he had divided into had increased, Zhao Zheng felt that he had gained a lot this time.

I've come to realize that real-world experience is the true measure of success!

And sure enough, he broke through in both areas in a real battle!

The only thing he was unhappy about was that his skill points hadn't increased, but soon he was drawn to the progress bar in his constitution section.

"How can the progress of the Innate Yin-Yang Dao Body be increasing so quickly!"

Zhao Zheng clearly remembered that before he fell into a coma, the progress bar of his innate Yin-Yang Dao Body had only increased to about 20%.

"Could it be that I possess a constitution capable of being reborn after destruction?"

Zhao Zheng really wanted to touch his coccyx to see if it had a tail, but soon his gaze was automatically drawn to the third painting, which depicted the myriad aspects of life.

Watching the fleeting figure of Fu Shike, Zhao Zheng turned his gaze to the new ink painting that was being rapidly sketched out in front of him.

The scene unfolds like an ink painting, revealing several men, their faces obscured, dressed in the attire of the Great Chen imperial family, sitting quietly around a table inside a vermilion palace.

The table was laden with cups and dishes, and a dancer stood by. Fragrant smoke filled the air, and the warm shadows of the room were vividly depicted.

On either side of the vermilion gate, the guards stood stiffly at their sides, their eyebrows raised and their lips showing disdain. Their eyes glanced down the steps, their faces displaying arrogance as they looked at a person kneeling on the blue bricks in front of the steps.

Or perhaps it was Charles, kneeling on the ground in gray clothes, his fabric soaked with dark stains from the rain, his back slightly hunched, his forehead touching the ground.

At the same time, that ethereal voice softly rang out: "Martial arts brought disaster upon him, and he cut himself to death; only after being granted the surname Cha did he realize his gratitude. Even after the country's downfall, he still obeyed the orders of his enemy; dying on a desolate path is a laughingstock for fools."

As the voice faded, Charmin's voice and a series of blurry images began to appear before Zhao Zheng's eyes and in his ears.

After a while, Zhao Zheng, who had come to his senses, looked at the ink painting by Bao Huanzhe again, and subconsciously thought of a doggerel from a movie.

After thinking about it, he made some changes.

Used to summarize Charles's experiences.

"I possessed martial arts skills enough to make a living, and life was barely manageable. Then a prince brought disaster upon the family; my parents were brutally murdered, and we lost all our land and property. With nowhere else to turn, I ruthlessly cut off my own neck to seek refuge with the imperial family. I was granted the surname Cha and became a bondservant, barely managing to secure a place to live..."

"...Only now do I realize the true culprit behind the massacre was none other than my benefactor before me. The heart-wrenching absurdity remained unspoken when the Great Chen Dynasty collapsed in a single day. Castration sealed his fate, leaving him no way back, forcing him to bear his remaining life on a desolate path. In the end, he perished without a trace, his life a mere absurdity, a truly absurdity..."

Zhao Zheng sang in his heart, looking at the newly emerged talent in silence for a while. He began to understand why Charles was still staring at the rain flowing upstream until his death.

[Talent: Return to the Source]

[Introduction: Hidden within a mustard seed, destiny confined to a fleeting moment. Connecting the past and the future, never forgetting cause and effect...]

[Note 1: Congratulations on obtaining a save point]

[Note 2: This talent can only be used once]

[Note 3: Only timeframes while the parents are still alive are allowed]