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

The Zuowang Temple was deserted because of the rain.

Main hall.

"I don't see anything strange about this rain..." Master Tianyi stood at the door, looking at the drizzling rain outside, and shook his head after making some calculations using the Little Six Ren method.

"Okay, I hope I'm just overthinking it!"

Zhao Zheng spoke, and Daoist Tianyi nodded, saying, "If you're still worried, I can do another calculation..."

Master Tianyi didn't say anything more, because he saw the obvious "distrust" on Zhao Zheng's face.

He said speechlessly, "I know you're a cautious person... cough cough, but this is just a rain..."

Master Tianyi stopped talking, and the two began to use various divination methods to calculate whether the rain was man-made.

Xiang Yu, who was standing to the side, was stunned. He could understand that his master was so powerful, but how could Zhao Zheng be so powerful as well!

Is this really my junior brother?

This is my junior brother, so what is he?

"Senior brother, why can't you do it?"

"..."

Xiang Yu, not wanting to speak, stepped aside, picked up the insects he had caught that morning from the bamboo tube, and went to feed his two pet spiders, the Weaver Spiders, which were placed under the offering table.

Master Tianyi rolled his eyes at Zhao Zheng, but didn't say anything, because he thought it was fine this way.

Perhaps this can inspire Xiang Yu!

After calculating for a while, the two found that the rain was really nothing to worry about. Although Zhao Zheng still felt uneasy, he was somewhat relieved and asked Master Tianyi.

"Uncle-Master, what were you going to say just now?"

"I said you're back just in time. An old woman came this morning saying her child seems to be possessed by an evil spirit. Come with me to take a look before you go practice martial arts... Hmm, I've calculated it, this time the Ren family's situation won't happen again."

Master Tianyi spoke with a slightly embarrassed expression, and Zhao Zheng nodded in response, saying, "Oh, Uncle-Master, you're quite cautious too!"

"..."

This thing... is so petty!

The embarrassment on Master Tianyi's face disappeared, replaced by a blank expression as he looked at Zhao Zheng. Zhao Zheng pretended not to see him and spoke.

"Let's go, let's take a look!"

"Master, I want to go too... I think I'll stay and look after the Taoist temple!" Xiang Yu changed his tone and backed away under his master's kind gaze.

"By the way, did you see the things the Shi and Ren families sent? What are you going to do with them? Send them back, or keep them?" Master Tianyi asked, turning his gaze away.

"Keep them. These things are nothing to these three gentlemen anyway. If we send them back, they'll just send even more. Others might think we're greedy."

Zhao Zheng took two umbrellas from the corner of the wall and handed one to Daoist Tianyi. Daoist Tianyi took it and frowned slightly.

"Wouldn't this be a bit inappropriate...?"

"fine."

"Um."

The two chatted as they walked. When they arrived at the gate of the Taoist temple, Zhao Zheng blew the whistle to summon the carriage. Suddenly, Master Tianyi said with a strange expression.

"By the way, those two Miss Shis have been asking about you all day... Come to think of it, I don't remember you having a girl you like yet..."

"My nephew is wholeheartedly devoted to the Dao!"

Seeing the approaching carriage, Zhao Zheng interrupted Daoist Tianyi, who rolled his eyes: "You call yourself devoted to the Dao? If you were so devoted, how come you've even lost your primordial yang energy!"

"Single-minded devotion to the Dao does not necessarily mean that primordial yang must exist!"

"..."

Well-reasoned and irrefutable!

Master Tianyi watched Zhao Zheng put away his umbrella with a blank expression. Zhao Zheng, who seemed to know his manners, gestured for him to get into the car first.

He thought to himself that it was wrong for someone who wasn't his disciple; he couldn't even directly offer guidance.

The two boarded the carriage, and after Master Tianyi announced the old woman's location, Er Gou immediately drove the carriage to the west of the city.

Zhao Zheng recalled the specific details of when the original body's primordial yang was lost. After browsing for a few seconds, he immediately understood how the primordial yang had been lost.

It can only be said that the original owner's maids were too ambitious, each one like Xiren. Of course, the original owner was also a lecher.

That's where he's different.

No, he's not like that. He's never been interested in women!

"Let's go to Wang's Tailor Shop first..."

Zhao Zheng suddenly spoke up, and after speaking, he told Daoist Tianyi about the assassination attempt he encountered on his way home that morning.

Master Tianyi was initially furious, but after hearing what Zhao Zheng said about the man, he paused for a moment and said helplessly.

"Their stance is good, but their methods are not. Don't worry, I will report this to headquarters..."

"The headquarters can even manage this?"

Zhao Zheng asked in surprise, and Master Tianyi shook his head: "We can't control that, but the main altar can send your master to their stronghold to reason with them and have a heart-to-heart talk!"

"..."

Are you sure you're just stating a principle?

Zhao Zheng thought to himself that the two of them chatted casually for a while, and then Zhao Zheng looked out the car window.

The first thing you see is the bluestone pavement on the street, glistening from the drizzle, and porters wearing raincoats carefully using their long raincoats to cover the goods they are carrying.

They looked as if they were afraid the goods would get wet.

Street vendors stood under the awnings, still calling out their wares in hushed tones as they tended their tea and sweet cake stalls. Occasionally, a few passersby would enter the awnings, and the vendors would warmly approach them with coarse cloth towels to wipe away the rain, as if afraid of causing them to leave if they were neglected.

Zhao Zheng watched expressionlessly, his gaze following the sound of looting. The first thing that caught his eye was a brightly lit private room on the second floor of a Western-style restaurant located on the street.

Inside the private room, a group of wealthy young men in suits were drinking and making merry, right by the window, where Zhao Zheng could see them.

A seemingly quiet and refined rich kid stood by the window with a woman in his arms, grinning mischievously, and casually tossed the pastries from the plate downstairs.

A group of ragged children, braving the light rain, rushed forward as soon as they saw the falling pastries, pushing and shoving to grab them, ignoring the fact that the pastries had fallen into the muddy water.

Even when they fell to the ground, the children ignored the pain and continued to frantically grab the pastries from the puddles.

After the children had stuffed all the snacks into their mouths, they looked up again, their eyes filled with pity, as they gazed at the "great benefactor" on the second floor who had given them the pastries.

But this time, no pastries were served; instead, the rich young man poured steaming hot water from the kettle with a wicked grin on his face.

"snort!"

Master Tianyi snorted coldly. Even though he knew that the hot water would no longer harm the children when it fell downstairs, he still pointed his right sword finger in the air and said.

"Cover the water and regain it—return!"

Using the spilled water recovery method, the hot water was reversed and returned to the teapot. Just as the wealthy young man and his wife were surprised, the teapot lid flew off with a bang.

Immediately afterwards, the boiling water from the teapot turned into a cloud of hot white steam and covered the wealthy young man and his wife.

Screams and shrieks rang out, but Master Tianyi expressionlessly withdrew his gaze and said, "Don't worry, they'll only be in pain for a short while."

"Um... Master Uncle, please have mercy!"

"I just wanted to ask if I could learn this 'Recovering Spilled Water' spell!" Zhao Zheng muttered to himself. After a while, he successfully learned the "Recovering Spilled Water" spell from Daoist Tianyi.

"Spilled water can be gathered up again..."

As Zhao Zheng looked at the words "Introduction to the Water Recovery Technique" appearing on the panel, he suddenly realized that this spell had a wonderful use.

……

No. 12, Sanmin Road, West of the City

Because it bordered the south of the city, the home of this old woman, known as Zhang Linshi, was not actually very good.

Of course, even if it's not the best, it's still much better than Zhang Daqi's house in the south of the city. At least his courtyard wall is made of blue bricks instead of mud.

Having already confirmed on the way that the people at Wang's Tailor Shop were alright, Zhao Zheng went up and knocked on the door for a while, and soon Wu Linshi came out.

Immediately afterwards, they saw the possessed fourth son of the Wu family, bound hand and foot, with a rag stuffed in his mouth, tied to the bed in the side room.

And Wu Laosi's eldest brother, second sister, and third brother.

Zhao Zheng didn't foolishly ask where the other party's father was, after all, Daoist Tianyi had told him on the way here that Wu Linshi's husband had died long ago.

"Don't rush, tell me slowly..."

Master Tianyi addressed the chattering Wu Linshi and the others, who then began to slowly recount their story.

As Zhao Zheng listened, he watched Wu Laosi struggling on the bed. Strangely, despite the enhancement of his newly acquired and mutated innate insight, he didn't see any yin energy or ghostly aura.

As for corpse energy and demonic energy, there is none at all!

All that remained was... resentment, a resentment so intense that even Zhao Zheng's current almost-dead emotions would be astonishing, emanating from Wu Laosi.

After thinking for a moment, Zhao Zheng said to Wu Linshi and the others, "How about this, you all go out first, and I'll talk to him alone!"

After hesitating for a while, Wu Linshi and the others agreed to leave the room. Although Master Tianyi also noticed that Wu Laosi was alright.

However, at Zhao Zheng's signal, he followed him out and continued to listen to Wu Linshi and the others recount what had happened.

Zhao Zheng closed the door, thought for a moment, then closed the window as well. He then moved a chair over and sat down on the edge of the bed, facing Wu Laosi, who was bound hand and foot and had a rag stuffed in his mouth.

"Shall we chat?"

"snort!"

Even with a rag in his mouth, Wu Laosi still snorted and looked at Zhao Zheng with disdain. Zhao Zheng thought for a moment.

Snapped--

"Let's chat!"

"..."

Are Taoist priests these days really that bad-tempered?

Wu Laosi's pupils constricted as he stared at the box gun that Zhao Zheng had slapped next to his forehead, just as he was momentarily stunned.

Snapped--

Another pistol was fired.

"Hmm? Don't want to talk?"

"..."