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

The sound faded.

Zhao Zheng had already crossed a distance of more than ten meters and arrived in front of the middle-aged man wearing a black mandarin jacket.

"Master Zhao's martial arts are superb!"

Seeing Zhao Zheng appear almost suddenly, the middle-aged man in the mandarin jacket narrowed his eyes, paused, and said with a smile.

Before Zhao Zheng could speak, he continued with a smile, "We know that Abbot Zhao is a kind and compassionate person who cares deeply for the common people. We have come here specifically to discuss something with Abbot Zhao... Well, we would like to ask Abbot Zhao to feign death for a period of time. We wonder if Abbot Zhao would agree..."

Did you spit on the ground when you came in?

"Um?"

The middle-aged man in the mandarin jacket was taken aback by Zhao Zheng's puzzling question. He was trying to figure out how to answer when...

Swoosh—swoosh—

Two streams of filth he had previously vomited came flying from behind him, heading straight for his mouth. Caught off guard, the middle-aged man in the mandarin jacket turned pale and was about to retch when...

Swoosh—swoosh—

The filth in his mouth flew out one after the other, and he felt nauseous and wanted to vomit from the filth coming in and out.

Facing you,

A dazzling golden light came into view

The middle-aged man in the mandarin jacket's expression changed drastically. He instinctively used his movement technique to retreat, but as he did, Zhao Zheng's voice quietly rang out: "When you retreat, it means you've lost..."

"Sun and Moon, the myriad phenomena without end!"

boom--

Visible ripples of energy appeared on the fist that tore through the air, and it slammed heavily into the abdomen of the middle-aged man in the mandarin jacket.

bang——

A terrifying fist force burst through the back of the middle-aged man, whose body was bulging out like a ripe, shrimp-shaped body. As his clothes exploded, a visible fist imprint appeared on the man's back.

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As the middle-aged man screamed and flew backward, an incredibly dense series of cracking sounds echoed from within his body.

A hint of doubt appeared in Zhao Zheng's eyes. He looked at the middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket who couldn't even withstand a single punch from him and whose combat strength was equivalent to half of Charmin's. He couldn't understand where the other party got the courage to appear here and block his way.

Just as he was pondering,

Voices rang out from all directions.

"Boss..."

"Second Senior Brother..."

"Big brother..."

A dozen or so martial artists rushed out from the rooftops and houses on both sides of the street to catch the middle-aged man who was sent flying backward.

Some of these men went to meet the middle-aged man, while others angrily drew their long knives with a clang and pointed them at Zhao Zheng.

"You dare to hurt our boss!"

"I see murderous intent in your eyes!"

Zhao Zheng withdrew his fist expressionlessly. With a thought, the Azure Sky Gloves, which he had already refined and stored in his Purple Mansion, appeared in his hands!

Have you ever seen the light?

Swah——

A dazzling golden light suddenly appeared, appearing particularly glaring under the gloomy sky of the continuous autumn rain. Just as these people subconsciously closed their eyes because of the blinding golden light.

click-

The sound of shattering bricks rang out, and as Zhao Zheng's figure disappeared, a whistling fist, carrying a powerful gust of wind, suddenly erupted.

Immediately following were a series of screams that abruptly stopped, and the brows of Master Tianyi slowly furrowing inside the carriage.

"Come out and clean the floor!"

Having ended the battle in three seconds, Zhao Zheng shook off non-existent grime from his Azure Sky Gloves, walked to the carriage, entered, and addressed Daoist Tianyi.

"They want to kill me!"

"Um!"

Master Tianyi nodded without saying anything, but sighed and told Er Gou, who was driving the carriage, to go.

Unfortunately, Er Gou didn't move until Zhao Zheng said "Let's go," at which point Er Gou cracked the whip and drove the carriage away.

Master Tianyi frowned slightly. He didn't say anything more, but simply returned the "Dao Shu: On Sitting in Oblivion" to Zhao Zhengdao.

"My uncle isn't as old-fashioned as you think..."

He could naturally tell that these people were a mob, and that their purpose might be good, to deal with the remnants of the Great Chen dynasty.

However, he could not accept the other party's ruthless approach to achieving results, especially since they had even sent assassins to kill Zhao Zheng.

As for that middle-aged man who made Zhao Zheng fake his death for a while, stop joking. If Zhao Zheng had acted any more easily, the fake death the man mentioned would have turned into a real death.

Although he rarely went down the mountain, it didn't mean he lacked experience; he had dealt with such a mob before.

He knew how disgusting and difficult this group of people were!

Although Zhao Zheng's actions were somewhat ruthless, he was already quite kind in this world. Moreover, it was clear that Zhao Zheng was forced into this situation.

"Um."

Zhao Zheng nodded, his gaze falling on a newly appeared cultivation technique on the panel depicting the myriad aspects of life, a view accessible only to him.

[Technique: Three Flowers Gathering at the Crown Divine Skill (Minor Success)]

[Introduction: Although this method is derived from the "spilled water recovery" method, it has been transformed by your research and reinterpretation, and is no longer confined to specific circumstances...]

[Note: Three flowers gather at the top, I'm pushing it up, I'm pushing it up again!]

Shortly after Zhao Zheng left the deserted street, five men and women emerged from the shadows, their bodies trembling like leaves.

With tears in their eyes and faces full of anger, they stared at the middle-aged man in a mandarin jacket and the others lying motionless on the ground.

"Big brother..."

"Damn Zhao Zheng..."

"We won't let you get away with this..."

"We will make you pay for this in blood..."

The five men spoke angrily through gritted teeth, one after another, when one of them suddenly paused and said...

"What he just said about coming out to clean up the mess was..."

"Oh no, run..."

"Run!"

The five men's expressions changed drastically, but what they encountered was only a sudden flash of blade light, an extremely chilling blade light!

Swah——

A flash of light, and five heads flew into the air, only to be caught precisely in sacks by a group of people, who then loaded them, along with the bodies, and dragged them away.

"A bunch of damned bastards! My young master is such a kind person, and you've driven him to this state!" Li Qi angrily sheathed his sword.

Upon hearing this, a man who had just landed paused, staring silently at the thirty-six corpses on the ground.

One to say one,

He felt that this didn't seem too benevolent!

"You're new here, you don't know the young master's temperament yet. He wouldn't even dare to kill a chicken in the past. If these people hadn't gone too far, he would have taken action!" Li Qi said indignantly.

"Yes, you're right!"

The newcomer nodded emphatically in agreement. He had also heard of the young master's kind-hearted reputation; he was a great man who opened two porridge shops to provide free relief to refugees!

"Good to know..."

…………

Approaching the Temple of Sitting in Oblivion

On the road, inside a carriage.

"Oh, so you're using the 'spillover method'!"

Master Tianyi nodded, looking at Zhao Zheng with disbelief. He didn't mean anything by it, he just didn't believe that the method Zhao Zheng used to make those two streams of filth fly into the mouth of the middle-aged man in the mandarin jacket was the method of recovering spilled water.

"Alright, it's not really a matter of recovering spilled water. It's more like I was lucky. I had an epiphany today and figured out how to expel the Earthly Fiends..."

Zhao Zheng spoke without hesitation, and after finishing, he silently looked at Daoist Tianyi, whose eyes showed deep thought and who seemed to genuinely believe him.

He paused for two seconds, then quickly recited his modified version of the "Spilled Water Recovered" incantation: "Three Flowers Infuse the Crown, Spilled Water Forcefully Passes... Defying Heaven with Form. Reversing the Past... Qi Does Not Enter the Netherworld... Hurry, Hurry, As the Commander of the Three Mao True Lords!"

"???"

A series of question marks slowly appeared on Daoist Tianyi's face, and then Zhao Zheng spoke in a serious tone.

"Since spilled water can be gathered up again, there's no reason why it can't be applied to people. So I tried modifying it, and the effect was quite good, just like the invocation I performed last night that brought forth Emperor Zhaolie of Han..."

"???"

What does "no reason" mean?

What? We made some tentative changes?

Master Tianyi looked blankly at Zhao Zheng, then froze. He stared at Zhao Zheng's bloodshot and tearful eyes for a moment before speaking.

"Ah Zheng, you don't need to be sad about those people's deaths. They're dead, so be it. You didn't do anything wrong today. After all, given their style, if you hadn't killed them today, you would have been in trouble tomorrow. You don't need to be like this..."

Master Tianyi spoke earnestly, saying that he knew his nephew was kind-hearted, but he hadn't expected him to be this kind-hearted.

"Um, um..."

Zhao Zheng, sensing that his senior uncle might have misunderstood something, nodded emphatically and looked at a changing status on the panel displaying the myriad aspects of life, a view visible only to him.

Status: Passing on the torch

[Introduction: There was once a country called Suiming, where people did not know the four seasons or day and night. In this country lived a fire tree called Suimu, which stretched for thousands of acres. Later, a sage traveled beyond the sun and moon and arrived in this country, resting beneath this tree. A bird resembling an owl pecked at the tree, and brilliant fire appeared. The sage was moved by this and used a small branch to drill for fire, thus becoming known as Suiren (the Man of Fire)...]

【Characteristic 1: Healing】

[Description: Any flame you come into contact with, before it is completely extinguished, can impart a very slight healing effect to the food being cooked...]

[Note: In the beginning of time, who passed on the teachings...?]

[Feature 2: Leather]

[Introduction: Whenever you cleanse the world of filth, your act is seen by Heaven and Earth as a transformative act. Not only will killing not incur karmic consequences, but you will also receive a very small reward from Heaven and Earth...]

[Note: Filth ≠ Bad person]

Even smaller than the essence of the sun and moon, dense specks of light resembling flames poured into Zhao Zheng's eyes from all directions like a thick fog.

While causing discomfort and tearing in Zhao Zheng's eyes, it also caused subtle but noticeable changes in his body.

For example, the progress bar of the innate Yin-Yang Five Elements Dao Body Holy Embryo suddenly increases from 10% to 15%.

Innate Yin-Yang and Five Elements Daoist Body Holy Embryo: 15%.

"It seems... we really have to restart..."