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

Chapter 96 Dilapidated Temple, Treasure, Traitor, and March 8th! (Please Subscribe!)

"They arrived while we were delivering it?"

I understand now, the opportunity is on its way, right?

Zhao Zheng looked at the divination symbol formed by the three silver dollars in his left palm, then opened his sleeve and stuffed the dollars back into it.

His mind subconsciously began to wonder what would happen if Master Yan hadn't died, but just as the thought arose, a gentle breeze swept through the woods.

As the purple zombie's ashes were carried away by the breeze and returned to the world, a ray of light shone from where the purple zombie's body had been lying.

Did I really throw marbles when I was a kid?

Zhao Zheng reached out in surprise and grabbed at the air. A grayish bead, about the size of an ordinary marble, flew into his palm.

"Oh, a corpse pill! Hmm? A corpse pill?"

Zhao Zheng, with a strange expression, sensed the corpse energy emanating from the bead in his hand, knowing that this was an inner core produced only by zombies.

A demon core, similar to a monster's!

It can be used to assist in corpse refining, as medicine, and as an elixir for cultivating certain special methods.

Under normal circumstances, corpse pills will only appear inside the bodies of zombie kings with minions, meaning they will only appear in large-scale dungeons such as the Zombie Forest or Zombie Town.

Moreover, the drop rate is extremely low, making it a rare item with a 99% chance of being dropped!

That's why Zhao Zheng's expression became strange, because logically speaking, this purple zombie shouldn't have a corpse core.

"I'm beginning to understand why Master Yan died!"

A realization dawned on Zhao Zheng's eyes. In short, his virtue did not match his position. Master Yan's morality was insufficient, which is why he died.

If Master Yan hadn't died, he could imagine that Master Yan would have used the Corpse Pill to create a half-step Purple Zombie, or even further enhance his own strength.

"Unfortunately, you're not strong enough—"

Zhao Zheng glanced at the walking corpse Yan Daoist, then looked at the grayish corpse pill in his hand, a question rising in his mind.

Can this thing be eaten directly?

Let's give it a try!

Zhao Zheng threw the corpse pill into his mouth. As soon as the pill entered his stomach, a chilling corpse aura carrying the intent to devour life immediately erupted.

However, before the corpse energy could assimilate and devour his life force, it was refined into pure magical power by the five elements of the innate Yin-Yang Five Elements Dao Body Holy Embryo that he had forged.

"A big appetite means lots of energy —"

Zhao Zheng's expression stiffened slightly as he mentally assessed the situation, adding that it was generally not recommended for ordinary people to eat it, as there was an 80% chance of turning into a zombie.

"The effect is alright, one pill is roughly equivalent to half a month of my cultivation — by the way, does this purple zombie have any family?"

Zhao Zheng looked curiously at the spot where the purple zombie had been lying. Believing that a family should be together, he wanted to send the other's family away as well.

After thinking it over, he began to calculate. After calculating, Zhao Zheng frowned and said, "It turns out he is an orphan." Then he tidied up and prepared to transport the corpse.

A dozen minutes later, on the official road.

"When the dead travel, the living avoid them —"

Zhao Zheng, who had specially changed into a Taoist robe, led the way, shaking the Three Pure Ones Bell. Behind him followed the walking corpse Taoist Master Yan, who carried the Corpse-Leading Shrine in his arms, and the original twelve walking corpses.

"Who came recently? —"

Zhao Zheng took out the blue book containing the records of the walking corpses written by Master Yan from his pocket, along with the simple illustrations that came with it, and flipped through it.

The fifth zombie's hometown is the closest to here, located in Huojia Town, about 30 miles away. It can be delivered tonight.

"It's nine o'clock at night now. At my rate—at their current speed—it'll probably take them five hours to get there."

Zhao Zheng glanced back at the zombies that were hopping around a bit slowly behind him. No problem, he was the most patient person around!

Twenty minutes later, on the official road.

Zhao Zheng, who was leading the way, shook the Sanqing Bell in his hand with some impatience, and looked back at the group of walking corpses who should have been cremated.

He is patient, but he hates zombies!

"By the way, if your senior brother suddenly appeared and saw that I had turned you into a walking corpse, would he immediately confront me?"

Zhao Zheng turned to ask the walking corpse Yan Daoist, but unfortunately, the other party ignored him, which was good.

"I'll give you face, but if he makes the first move, I'll beat him half to death before explaining things to him."

Zhao Zheng continued speaking, and so the conversation between the one man and the one who remained silent continued, with two more zombies bouncing around behind them, making the scene look quite eerie.

The conversation didn't last long before Zhao Zheng got tired of talking and took out a stick with talismans engraved on it from the Five-Colored Divine Light Pearl space.

Then, Zhao Zheng tied the Sanqing Bell to one end of the baguette, carried the baguette on his shoulder and walked a few steps. After confirming that the Maoshan Corpse-Driving Technique could be transmitted through the baguette and that the Sanqing Bell could also emit command sounds, he changed to carrying the baguette on his shoulder and holding a book in one hand to lead the way.

Although the moon was occasionally obscured by clouds tonight, Zhao Zheng had already acquired the so-called night vision ability after forging the innate Yin-Yang Five Elements Dao Body Holy Embryo.

The darkness could no longer obstruct his vision!

"The dead depart, the living return—"

At a four-way intersection, Zhao Zheng stopped shouting and looked up at a dilapidated temple located halfway up a small hill to his right.

His multifaceted talent told him that this was a place where he could obtain a great opportunity from the karma he inherited from Master Yan.

"Great opportunities also mean great troubles —"

Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, looked up at the light rain slowly falling from the night sky, slightly opened his left sleeve, and weighed the three silver dollars in his hand.

Looking at the hexagrams formed by the three silver dollars, Zhao Zheng pondered and decided to go to the dilapidated temple to take shelter from the rain and see what this great opportunity was.

As for the big trouble—we'll see how it goes!

And so, Zhao Zheng, carrying his magic staff, led Master Yan and the other walking corpses to the dilapidated temple on the nearby hill.

More than an hour after Zhao Zheng left, a pale-faced woman wearing a black and gold cloud-patterned Taoist robe with wide sleeves rode a horse.

She braved the heavy rain to reach the spot where Zhao Zheng had been standing, which was the four-way intersection.

"We absolutely cannot let our sect's most precious treasures fall into the hands of these traitors—"

The woman in the Taoist robe, Ye Qingluo, bit her pale red lips as she looked back at the pursuers who were faintly visible in the thunderclap.

She turned around, hesitated for a moment, and finally cracked the whip, heading towards the small hill where Zhao Zheng had left. She wanted to use the rugged mountain path to escape the pursuit of those traitors behind her.

Shortly after she left, two men and a woman, dressed in robes similar to those worn by Ye Qingluo, rode horses to the four-way intersection despite the gradually subsiding rain.

"Junior Brother Yun, with your Thousand-Mile Face-to-Face Technique, did you see which path Senior Sister chose?"

The leading man with sword-like eyebrows and bright eyes frowned as he looked at the three forks in the road ahead and asked Junior Brother Yun, who had been staring at his junior sister.

"This—I think she's chosen this path. Knowing Senior Sister's personality, she'll definitely choose to rely on—cough cough, let me cast a spell to find Senior Sister's whereabouts!"

Seeing the unfriendly look in his second senior brother's eyes, Junior Brother Yun quickly spoke up, and Junior Sister hurriedly said, "Oh dear, Second Senior Brother, Third Senior Brother, please don't fight. Our most urgent task is to retrieve the treasure that Master left behind—"

"Junior Sister is right. Why should Master leave all the good things to Senior Sister and not to us!"

Junior Brother Yun echoed, but after speaking, under the gaze of his Second Senior Brother, he immediately straightened his expression, made hand seals, and chanted incantations.

"The Primordial Edict opens the eyes of wisdom, encompassing everything across thousands of miles—even those separated by vast distances appear face to face, every detail vividly revealed before your eyes—hurry, swiftly, like the benevolent light of the Holy Mother, the illuminating and all-seeing Primordial Sovereign's decree!"

As Junior Brother Yun finished reciting the incantation, he joined two fingers together to form a sword finger and swiped it towards his eyes. A golden light shone in his eyes, and he immediately looked at the directions corresponding to the three forks in the road in front of him.

"here!"

"Chase!"

Seeing Junior Brother Yun pointing towards the small mountain, Second Senior Brother immediately cracked the whip and chased after him. Junior Sister, seeing this, pouted and shouted "Giddy up!" to the horse she was riding.

"Second Brother, wait for me!"

"Junior Sister, be careful—"

The three rode their horses toward the hill, and a paper crane, the same color as the tree trunk, perched on a nearby tree scratched its head.

Then he spoke in a human voice:

"It doesn't seem like a big problem."

The paper crane spoke Zhao Zheng's voice, but this was a surveillance camera that Zhao Zheng had prepared in advance using the "Flying Crane Cave Vision Method".

As for where he learned this magic, he naturally learned it from Master Tianyi during the nine days of expanding the Taoist temple.

After the paper crane finished speaking, it voluntarily fell from the branch, turning into dust with a snap and a wisp of smoke that was barely noticeable in the night.

at the same time.

As the three rode their horses along the muddy path, a paper grasshopper, the same color as the grass, shifted from lying down to crouching, watching the three junior brothers pass by.

"His strength seems average—"

"Seems not too hard to kill —"

The voices, one from behind and one from behind, came from the paper grasshopper behind the three junior brothers and the paper toad in front of them.

"I feel he's not as good as Fu Lieqiang—"

"One-third of Furye, I guess—"

"This is a huge problem—"

After the three junior brothers walked away, tiny sounds came from the mouths of paper sparrows, paper field mice, paper snakes, and other animals that were trying to maintain a suitable surveillance distance.

"Stop, that's not right!"

The second senior brother, who was in the lead, frowned, pulled on the reins, stopped his horse, and began to look around. The junior sister looked at him with both confusion and fear, and spurred her horse to move closer to the second senior brother.

"Second Senior Brother, what's wrong?"

"Junior Sister, don't worry, I'm here—we're here, we'll definitely protect you!" Junior Brother Yun rode his horse closer to Junior Sister and said.

The second senior brother didn't speak, but simply extended his right hand and made a sword finger gesture, gently hooking the long sword he carried on his back.

"go!"

Clang—

The longsword was drawn, and the roadside bushes within a few meters of the three were instantly cleared clean. The second senior brother, who did not notice anything unusual, frowned and said, "Put it back in its sheath." Only after the longsword was sheathed did he ask in confusion.

"Could I be mistaken?"

"Hey, Second Senior Brother, I think you're mistaken. Let's hurry and chase after Eldest Senior Sister. We can't let her find Martial Uncle—"

The second senior brother and junior brother Yun's expressions changed slightly upon hearing the words "uncle-master." Junior brother Yun quickly said, "Yes, we can't let her meet with uncle-master!"

"Chase!"

The second senior brother stopped worrying about where the feeling of being spied on came from, and instead spurred his horse to gallop towards the small mountain path ahead.

Junior Brother Yun and his companion quickly followed!

Shortly after the three left, a tree branch that had been rolling around in the wind opened its eyes—though they were drawn, they could open and close.

"Close-up observation isn't very effective."

As soon as he finished speaking, the branch snapped and turned to dust in a wisp of smoke. At the same time, a withered leaf in the grass a few meters ahead opened its eyes and spoke softly.

"The maximum distance is five meters, right?

"4.9 meters, I guess—"

"Four meters eighty-nine —"

In this way, Zhao Zheng used the more than one hundred flying cranes he left behind to complete the surveillance and successfully deduce the strength of the three people.

To be honest, he felt that this big trouble didn't seem like a big trouble at all. Anyway, Zhao Zheng, who had already arrived at the dilapidated temple, thought so after finishing his inspection of the Flying Crane Cave.

"However, it's a bit hard to tell how strong this senior sister is—knock on everything—" Zhao Zheng thought, his brows furrowing.

He frowned because he felt his recent thoughts were a bit too malicious; how could he possibly have the idea of ​​knocking the other person unconscious?

"Let's see what the specific situation is first. If it's really troublesome, then let's not do it—" Zhao Zheng muttered to himself.

As for killing to steal treasure, to be honest, he didn't really want to do that kind of thing, no matter how valuable the other party's treasure was.

It's purely a matter of personal principle.

Although he was somewhat curious about what kind of treasure this senior sister possessed that could cause fellow disciples to turn against each other.

"Uh—okay, I almost forgot there's this scheming junior sister in the middle. That way, even if the so-called sect's treasure isn't that powerful, she can still turn against us—"

Zhao Zheng muttered to himself, and stopped using the Flying Crane Cave's observation method to monitor the four people. Instead, he began to move the walking corpses, including Master Yan, to avoid being caught in the crossfire if a fight broke out later.

After moving all the zombies to the wall behind the collapsed statue in the dilapidated temple, Zhao Zheng flicked his finger and knocked away a strange poisonous insect that was crawling on Master Yan's face.

"No wonder the corpse-transporting people in western Hunan like to put hoods on the heads of the walking corpses. It seems that in addition to the damage to the corpses, the poisonous insects here play a big role in the problem."

Zhao Zheng frowned as he saw red marks immediately appear on the skin of Daoist Yan's face where the poisonous insects had crawled. He then reached out and used the Great Five Elements Destruction Divine Light Technique to flick out a wisp of light mixed with five colors: green, yellow, red, black, and white.

With a flash of light, the red marks on Master Yan's face from the venomous insects disappeared instantly, and Zhao Zheng nodded in satisfaction.

Just as I was thinking of looking in Master Yan's bag to see if there was a hood, the clanging sound of weapons clashing rang out from outside the dilapidated temple.

"You've gone too far! I'd rather die today than hand over our sect's most precious treasure to you three traitors!"

"Senior Sister, don't speak so harshly. What do you mean we're traitors? We're just returning what rightfully belonged to Senior Uncle to him—"

"That's right. Besides, Master is already dead. If we don't go and seek refuge with our eldest uncle, are we really going to stay and guard that dilapidated Taoist temple—"

"Senior Sister, please think of us! Master has given you enough; please leave this treasure to us, okay?"

The voices of the four men rang out amidst the clanging of weapons, but only for a moment before stopping with screams and muffled groans.

"Hahaha, she's done for—"

"Quickly, kill her—"

"Senior Sister, please don't blame us—"

As the eldest sister gradually lost her strength to resist, joy appeared on the faces of the three junior brothers, which gave Zhao Zheng, who was quietly walking out of the dilapidated gate of the temple, a thought arose in his mind.

That is, how did Master Yan manage to defeat these three people with his strength? It's not that he underestimated Master Yan, but that Master Yan was indeed weak.

"No, I can't die here—"

The eldest sister struggled to fend off the three attackers. Just as she thought she was doomed, she saw Zhao Zheng peeking out from beside the dilapidated temple gate. Her eyes lit up and she shouted.

"Fellow Daoist, it's them! They're the traitors I was talking about! Help me deal with them!" the senior sister said as she charged toward Zhao Zheng.

The moment the two senior brothers saw Zhao Zheng, their expressions turned cold. They exchanged a glance, and Junior Brother Yun rushed directly towards Zhao Zheng.

Well, so Master Yan wasn't following the hero-saves-the-damsel-in-distress script after all. And, aren't you going too far, woman?

Ignoring Junior Brother Yun who was charging at him with his sword, Zhao Zheng looked expressionlessly at Senior Sister who was trying to escape.

To be honest,

That bitch deserves a beating!

A dazzling burst of light erupted—