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

As it turns out, even a rolled eye is still an eye!

Zhao Zheng spent more than two hours proving that his Full Incense Technique was effective. Although Chunyang Zhenren and others still had a -100% favorability rating towards him, it didn't improve!

However, Zhao Zheng felt that he was right because his most respected ancestor, the Three Mao True Lord, had returned his favorability rating to -10.

Although, he genuinely felt that these patriarchs were a little bit... well, those who know, know.

He only refreshed the rank of each lineage more than a hundred times last night, and that already reduced his favorability.

Is it really that serious?!

Zhao Zheng mentally grumbled, then sincerely bowed to his most respected Kitchen God and began making breakfast.

It wasn't really cooking; it was just reheating the leftovers from last night. Zhao Zheng possessed Yang-attribute magic power, so with a simple movement of his magic, the food was heated up faster than a microwave oven in later generations.

Zhao Zheng's act of using his magic to heat up the dishes left Daoist Tianyi, who had finished washing up and wanted to go into the kitchen to help, speechless.

To be honest, he didn't really want to comment on the matter of using magic to heat up food, but he knew that if the old fogies at the main altar saw this, something would definitely happen.

Time flies,

after awhile.

After the three finished breakfast, they went to the main hall to offer incense. When Master Tianyi heard Zhao Zheng mention inviting other statues of immortals and deities to the temple, he nodded and said, "Alright, who do you plan to invite?"

"Wei Zhenren, Lü Dongbin, Ziyang Zhenren..."

"..."

Master Tianyi watched Zhao Zheng's eyelids twitch as he listened to Zhao Zheng rattle off the names of dozens of immortals and gods as if reciting a menu.

To be honest, he still felt that Zhao Zheng had done something wrong, but he thought it was unlikely.

"The statues of immortals and gods you mentioned are easy to obtain; Zhang the Clay Figure Maker in the north of the city can make them. The statue of the Three Mao Ancestors was commissioned by your master before his passing. However, the size of your Taoist temple..."

Master Tianyi did not continue speaking, but simply looked at the main hall in front of him, which was not very large, and could be filled up with at most the four marshals.

"No problem, Uncle-Master, have you forgotten that the one thing I have plenty of is money?" Zhao Zheng, whose family owns a bank, said.

He has already decided to expand the Zuowang Temple!

"..." x2

I know you're rich, okay?

Master Tianyi rolled his eyes, while Xiang Yu, standing to the side, pouted and began feeding the Life-Weaving Spider and the Three-Legged Golden Toad under the offering table.

Zhao Zheng discussed the expansion of the Taoist temple and the request for statues of immortals and gods with Daoist Tianyi. Daoist Tianyi then accepted the silver notes handed to him by Zhao Zheng and said...

"Okay, then I'll go find Clay Figure Zhang for you..."

"Then I'll trouble you, Uncle-Master. I'm going to practice martial arts with Senior Brother Su." Zhao Zheng glanced at the drizzling autumn rain that had stopped outside and said.

Master Tianyi nodded and watched Zhao Zheng leave the Taoist temple. Xiang Yu, having finished feeding the Life-Weaving Spider and the Three-Legged Golden Toad, asked curiously.

"Master, why did Junior Brother suddenly invite so many statues of immortals and gods? It seems that none of the immortals and gods that Junior Brother mentioned are at the main altar, right?"

You're asking me? I'd like to ask you the same thing!

Master Tianyi glanced at Xiang Yu but didn't explain. After all, compared to his troublesome disciple Xiang Yu, he was very at ease with his nephew Zhao Zheng in every way.

"You stay here and keep watch. Also, don't interpret fortune sticks for others without permission again. If I find out you're interpreting fortune sticks for others again..."

Master Tianyi made a gesture of raising his hand, which startled Xiang Yu, who shrank back with a sheepish grin.

"Okay, okay, Master, you should go now!"

"Um……"

Meanwhile, in a carriage several streets away from the Zuowang Temple, Zhao Zheng looked away from the Zuowang Treatise in his hand and towards the driver, Er Gou.

Instead of taking him to the Su Family Martial Arts School, Er Gou led him straight to the south of the city, which puzzled him.

"Aren't you going too far?"

"Master Zhao, please don't misunderstand. I'm not that rabble from yesterday. I simply wish to invite you to meet with our sect leader!"

Er Gou's voice was no longer honest but carried a hint of charm, which made Zhao Zheng frown slightly.

What if I say no?

"Master Zhao, please don't make things difficult for them. Besides, you should be able to tell what kind of method they're using to control your servant, right?"

"Soul-binding body control technique?"

As Zhao Zheng recalled similar spells, he spoke somewhat uncertainly. His uncertainty stemmed from the sheer number of spells that allowed him to control other people's bodies.

"Indeed, Abbot Zhao, you have good knowledge. You even know about the Soul-Controlling Technique. Since you know this method, you should understand that I am currently temporarily controlling your body with one soul and one spirit..."

Er Gou chuckled as he spoke, then abruptly changed the subject, pulling the reins to stop the carriage and turning to look at Zhao Zhengdao inside.

"If you really don't want to go with them to see the head of the hall, and you upset them, and their spirit leaves their body in a bad mood and they accidentally injure your soul, your entire life will be ruined..."

Zhao Zheng didn't speak, but used his innate ability of insight to look at the blurry woman's face on Er Gou's face.

It was the face of a woman who was fairly good-looking, or rather, the face of the female cultivator who used the Soul-Binding Body-Controlling Technique to control the coachman, Er Gou.

Seemingly afraid that Zhao Zhengzhen would get off the bus, or perhaps for some other reason, the female cultivator Tao Xuan said quickly with a smile.

"Master Zhao, rest assured, we are members of the Kuangming Society, not those rabble from yesterday. We would never do anything to make you fake your death or actually die just to deal with the remnants of the previous dynasty..."

Tao Xuan's voice stopped abruptly. She stared wide-eyed at Zhao Zheng, who opened the car door and got out of the car in disbelief.

"you……"

"I remember that someone who has been affected by the Soul-Controlling Technique can see everything that is happening, but they just can't control their own body..."

Zhao Zheng slowly opened his umbrella and, as he spoke, glanced back at Tao Xuan, or rather, at Er Gou, who was being controlled by Tao Xuan.

"Ergou, if I remember correctly, you have family, right? You have parents and younger siblings back in your hometown, huh? Looks like my memory is pretty good. Here's what we'll do: if you die today, I'll make your family the masters!"

After Zhao Zheng finished speaking, he turned around, opened his umbrella, and added, "If you die, I'll guarantee your family's wealth and prosperity for three generations!"

"Thank you... Young Master!"

Er Gou made a stumbling, his own voice, which made Tao Xuan, who was using the Soul-Controlling Technique to control Er Gou, change her expression. She tried her best to maintain the spell.

"I originally thought Master Zhao was a kind person..."

"Is this why you're threatening me?"

Zhao Zheng asked without turning his head, and Tao Xuan's expression froze as she replied, "Of course not, I just... just wanted to test you."

As if she had come up with a reason, Tao Xuan stopped stuttering and spoke with a disdainful tone.

"I never imagined that Abbot Zhao would be so indifferent to human lives? I wonder if your actions will dishonor the reputation of your Maoshan sect?"

"I'm trying to reason with you, and you're talking to me about honor?"

Zhao Zheng stopped without turning his head and asked in a questioning tone. Then, before the other party could speak, he continued.

"You were the one who threatened me with his life first, weren't you?"

"This is different. I just wanted to test whether you, Abbot Zhao, truly had a kind heart. Now it seems you are no different from them, a group of selfish people who only care about themselves..." Tao Xuan said with a look of disdain.

"really!"

Zhao Zheng nodded without turning his head, indicating his agreement. Tao Xuan was taken aback, thinking to herself that Zhao Zheng was not answering according to the usual pattern.

"you……"

Do you know why I'm wasting my breath talking to you?

Zhao Zheng suddenly turned around, opened his left palm, revealing three silver dollars that still shone brightly even under the gloomy sky.

"Because I'm calculating your position!"

Zhao Zheng grinned, revealing his gleaming white teeth, and looked south, saying, "Now that I've found you, are you ready?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhao Zheng transformed into a black blur and rushed south, disappearing from the street in the blink of an eye. Tao Xuan's expression changed as she shouted, "You come back here right now, or I'll kill him!"

Unfortunately, Zhao Zheng didn't listen at all, which made Tao Xuan so angry that she snorted coldly and ended the Soul-Controlling Technique.

"..."

No, why don't you just kill me before you leave!

Er Gou felt that he had regained control, but his body had become weak, and a bitter smile and helplessness appeared on his face.

at the same time,

More than a dozen streets away,

Inside a long-abandoned house.

Tao Xuan, who was sitting cross-legged in front of an altar, quickly opened her eyes, threw away the straw figure with Er Gou's birth date and time written on it, and got up to leave the prayer mat.

She cautiously opened the window and looked out. Relieved not to see Zhao Zheng, she thought to herself that this was not a safe place to stay, and quickly packed up the ritual implements on the altar.

After she quickly packed up her magical artifacts, climbed out the window, and landed on the ground, ready to leave the deserted courtyard.

A familiar voice, or rather Zhao Zheng's voice, suddenly rang out from behind her: "Now it's my turn to talk to you about physics..."

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