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

As the sun sets,

Because of the continuous autumn rain all afternoon, even though it was only the time when the sun had just set, it got dark early.

Su Family Martial Arts School, Inner Courtyard, Main Hall.

"Oh no, am I going to die too?"

Hearing what Cheng Qingqing said, Li Feng stared blankly, his mouth slightly open, and said, "Cheng Qingqing nodded emphatically."

"If I die, you'll definitely die too. Do you intend to abandon me and Zheng-ge'er and live on alone?"

"..."

To be honest, I really want to!

Li Feng muttered to himself, but kept a blank expression on his face and shook his head, saying, "No, what's the point of me living if you're all dead!"

"Alright, look how scared you are. There's no such thing as a coincidence. We just went to secretly check on Zheng-ge'er..."

Then, Cheng Qingqing changed the subject, looking at Li Feng with disdain, and said, "But if something really happens, you'll probably be the first to die. Who told you to be so bad at martial arts, you don't even dare to spar!"

"I was afraid of hurting the feelings between fellow disciples!"

"hehe!"

Cheng Qingqing chuckled, her eyes filled with disdain. Li Feng didn't care, and just looked puzzled.

"How can you be so sure that something happened to Zheng-ge?"

"Didn't you notice that besides Zheng-ge, Chen Qing and Wei He also didn't come today? And don't you know that Zheng-ge saved those two Miss Shis last night by slaying a demon with his flying sword at the Shi family's residence?"

"???"

Did this really happen in one day?

Also, why don't I know anything?

Li Feng looked bewildered, which earned him a look of disgust from Cheng Qingqing. She went to the door, watched Feng Xin walk into the inner courtyard, and said to Li Feng, "Let's go find Zheng Ge'er!"

"Okay, but do I really have to die?"

What do you think?

"All right……"

Li Feng, with an expression that suggested he was about to die, followed Cheng Qingqing out of the martial arts school's inner courtyard. Meanwhile, at the alley entrance not far from the martial arts school...

Zhao Zheng glanced through the car window at the rickshaw rattling over the puddles, ignoring the shouts of the roadside vendors.

His gaze was fixed on a lantern being carried by an eight- or nine-year-old child running down the street.

Or rather, the image is frozen on that yellow paper lantern.

"Yellow lanterns..."

Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow and saw a woman in a blue cloth robe chasing after the child carrying the yellow lantern, splashing water everywhere as she ran.

"You brat! Where did you get that damn lantern from? Throw it away right now... Do you hear me...?"

The woman in her thirties cursed, while Zhao Zheng, inside the carriage, thoughtfully observed the various expressions on the faces of passersby on the street.

He opened his sleeve, took out a copper coin, and with a flick of his finger, silently struck the child's calf.

After a scream, the yellow lantern slipped from the child's hand and fell into a muddy puddle amidst the tense gazes of some and the expectant looks of others.

"One to nine, huh..."

Zhao Zheng silently murmured something, and with his photographic memory, he memorized the faces of those whose expressions were grim because the yellow lanterns hung by the nobles of the Great Chen for the New Year had been destroyed.

After Er Gou announced "We've arrived," Zhao Zheng stepped off the carriage. Before he even entered the gate of the Su Family Martial Arts School, he saw Li Feng and Cheng Qingqing, who had just walked out of the gate, looking at him with surprise and delight.

"Brother Zheng!" ×2

"Um?"

"I'm so glad you're alright, Zheng-ge!"

"Great, I don't have to die with you!"

"???"

Zhao Zheng slowly typed a series of question marks as he looked at Li Feng. After a while, he learned from the two of them why they thought that way and said speechlessly.

"You two have such vivid imaginations, especially you. You should read less fictional novels in the future!" Zhao Zheng looked at Cheng Qingqing speechlessly.

"I'm just concerned about you, Zheng-ge'er..."

Cheng Qingqing muttered something under her breath. Li Feng thought for a moment and decided it was better not to say anything, so as not to get accidentally punched by Zhao Zheng again like the other day.

"Thank you for your concern!"

Zhao Zheng rolled his eyes, glanced at their clean shoes, then at the rain that had just stopped, and asked, "Didn't you two practice martial arts today?"

"It's raining, so we can't practice. If it weren't for waiting for you, Zheng-ge, we would have gone back like Han Lu and the others long ago..."

"Alright, now that you know I'm alright, you can all go back. I need to talk to my senior brother Su about something!" Zhao Zheng began to shoo them away.

He didn't intend to take Li Feng and the other two to learn lightness skills together. As the saying goes, you can't bite off more than you can chew, and not everyone is a genius like him.

"Oh, okay, let's go back then..."

"See you tomorrow, Zheng-ge'er..."

After Li Feng and his companion finished speaking, they boarded their respective carriages and left. Zhao Zheng watched them go for a while, then glanced at the pedestrians on the street before walking into the martial arts school.

After a while,

The entrance to the courtyard of the martial arts school.

Zhao Zheng stood at the entrance of the courtyard, looking at the group of more than thirty children who were dressed simply, with the youngest being fifteen or sixteen and the oldest being no more than his age.

He knew that the group of teenagers practicing the Twelve Styles of Surging Waves Fist were probably the Night Martial Arts students that Chen Qing had mentioned.

"The simplified Twelve-Road Surging Wave Fist is indeed significantly more difficult to cultivate and advance in terms of both internal energy and spiritual level compared to the original version..."

Zhao Zheng stood in the shadows at the courtyard gate for a while and commented, "Although it's true that he's only a beginner in martial arts, with more experience, it's not hard to see the reason."

If the unsimplified version of the "Surging Waves Fist" is a math problem involving addition and subtraction followed by multiplication and division, then the simplified version is a math problem where you learn one plus ten and then immediately learn multiplication and division.

The difficulty has increased... quite a bit!

"Was it something Senior Brother Su did intentionally?"

As Zhao Zheng pondered, he turned around and heard a crisp sound. Looking back, he saw a long sword that should have been on the weapon rack broken in two and lying on the ground.

Beside him stood a boy, frozen in place, his face ashen, still in the position of throwing a punch.

It was obvious that the boy was so engrossed in practicing his boxing that he accidentally bumped into the longsword on the weapon rack.

A boy who had always been at odds with this young man, and who was dressed better with fewer patches on his clothes, immediately sneered and crossed his arms, raising his voice in mockery.

"You're finished. This longsword is worth at least a dozen silver dollars. Just wait for your family to sell that old ox..."

"Don't be afraid, it's alright. This sword was obviously broken before. We'll talk to Master Feng later, and she definitely won't make you pay for it!"

"That's right, don't listen to what Xiao Jinzi said. He's just trying to scare you and make you lose your edge in martial arts..."

The other teenagers offered words of comfort or, like the boy named Xiao Jinzi, mocked him.

Zhao Zheng frowned slightly as he looked on. Just as he was about to step forward, he felt a gentle breeze, causing him to shift his position slightly to the side.

"Not bad, your martial arts intuition is improving!"

Su Ming, feeling regretful for missing Zhao Zheng's shot, exclaimed with admiration. He glanced at the courtyard following Zhao Zheng's gaze, and, understanding what had happened, smiled.

"He doesn't need to pay. Let's go, come with me!"

After Su Ming finished speaking, he turned and led the way. Zhao Zheng followed, and Su Ming asked as they walked, "Do you want to learn lightness skill or movement technique?"

What's the difference between the two?

Zhao Zheng asked curiously, and Su Ming didn't hide anything, saying directly, "Lightness skill excels at long-distance raids and leaps... As for movement techniques, they excel at dodging, shifting, and switching between offense and defense..."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Actually, this kind of distinction is outdated. Nowadays, the distinction between 'lightness skill' and 'body technique' is no longer important; most martial artists basically refer to it all as 'lightness skill'!"

"oh oh……"

"So, which one are you planning to study?"

Su Ming led Zhao Zheng to a courtyard with its gate tightly closed, then turned and asked. Zhao Zheng listened to the sounds of martial arts practice coming from inside the courtyard.

"Of course I'll learn both!"

"What a coincidence, that's what my senior brother thought too..."

Su Ming showed a friendly expression, while Zhao Zheng raised an eyebrow and said frankly, he felt that someone's mind seemed pitifully narrow.