Republic of China era: A hundred-year-old still practicing martial arts? Is that right?

Wang Zhenhuai frowned again in disbelief.

He couldn't even discern the level of the woman who stopped him this time.

His eyes twitched repeatedly at this.

It's not that he couldn't see through this woman's profound understanding.

That's too low.

There's not even any Ming Jin (a type of internal energy)!

The entire audience erupted in uproar!

Wang Zhenhuai's dignity was completely shattered!

However, he still pretended to be calm, deliberately adopting the demeanor of a superior, and remained silent.

He turned to look at Wang Ziheng, whose wound had been bandaged and who was walking over.

Prince Heng's face was deathly pale, and even the slightest breath caused his lips to twitch.

Wang Zhenhuai was furious when he saw Prince Heng.

The anger he had been suppressing resurfaced.

He wasn't unable to hurt that curvaceous young woman in front of him.

Instead, he sensed an aura that was equally matched with his own.

That aura came from the old man.

He calmed himself down, and ignoring Wang Ziheng's pain, pulled him close:

"In the Mount Hua competition, life and death are one's own responsibility, and one must accept defeat! I was just trying to protect my nephew, and what I did just now was somewhat rude." Wang Zhenhuai held Wang Ziheng's hand and bowed slightly as an apology.

However, his gaze swept over the women, then he looked up at Lin Ji and said, "These daughters of yours are all exceptional individuals. I can't discern what cultivation techniques they practice, but judging from their appearance, they should be at the top-secret realm, right?"

The moment he finished speaking, the entire audience erupted in uproar once again.

"Top Secret!"

"It's actually a technique from the Death Realm!"

"I knew it... General Wang's stopping just now didn't seem like he did it on purpose!"

Throughout the entire Shaluoping area, the onlookers revealed expressions of envy, astonishment, and hidden greed.

"Let's go."

Seeing that he had achieved his goal, Wang Zhenhuai smiled slightly, grabbed Wang Ziheng, and headed towards the next level.

Seeing this, many martial artists made way for Wang Zhenhuai.

The initial admiration has now been replaced by some doubt.

After Wang Zhenhuai and the other man had gone far away.

The middle-aged man who had greeted Wang Zhenhuai earlier then ran over.

His attitude also changed slightly.

However, he still treated Lin Ji and the others with a stiff attitude, unlike when he greeted Wang Zhenhuai with obsequiousness.

Lin Ji, having lived to such an old age, naturally understood this.

After all, the other party is from the government.

I am a martial artist who came to uphold the martial arts of China.

They are going against them.

People might be somewhat wary of you because of your strength, but if you want them to treat you well, you'd have to turn against them.

This is absolutely impossible.

"This gentleman's surname is Gu, right?"

The middle-aged man walked straight up to Gu Xuan, pulled out a very thin, round scroll wrapped in silk, and handed it to Lin Ji:

"This is the reward for the third card, a Breathing Technique at the Mastery level. Take it out."

Without any hesitation, Gu Xuan grabbed the axle.

"Keep your things safe and hurry up the mountain. The competition will begin tomorrow night. If you don't reach the summit, you won't be eligible to participate in the subsequent competitions."

Whether the middle-aged man's words were a reminder or a shoo-up, he turned and left after saying them.

Lin Ji drank tea for a long time, but after this confrontation, he lost the will to continue and simply got up and continued walking up the mountain.

The warriors on Shaluoping realized they had passed this test.

There wasn't much to see, so they all followed suit and continued up the mountain.

In just that one instant.

Less than one-tenth of the people remained on the entire Shaluoping.

……

Wang Zhenhuai led Wang Ziheng at the front.

Seeing that his uncle's face didn't look good, Wang Ziheng gritted his teeth and didn't dare to hurt his feet.

The two estimated they had walked about two or three miles.

Wang Zhenhuai sighed, grabbed Wang Ziheng, took out a bottle of medicine powder from his pocket, and poured the powder onto Wang Ziheng's wound.

"hiss--"

Prince Heng first grimaced and cried out in pain.

Then the excruciating pain in my arm disappeared completely.

Apart from the empty feeling of losing my arm, everything else is the same as before.

Seeing his nephew completely crippled, Wang Zhenhuai couldn't help but sigh.

When has he, the most powerful warlord in the north, ever been treated like this before?

Back when Li Shuwen, a late-stage Transformation Realm expert, hadn't defected, he could command people however he wanted.

Today, I was actually stopped by two low-class women.

Wang Zhenhuai's resolute eyes gradually turned icy, and the image of that aged face appeared before him.

There must be something strange about this old man.

Once we reach the summit, I will take his life!

He looked up at Prince Heng.

The usually boisterous Prince Heng fell completely silent, staring blankly at his empty hands.

"Stop looking! When we get back to Kyoto, I'll contact Dai-England. They've researched some kind of external mechanical device that works even better than your own hands once it's installed!"

To be honest, Wang Zhenhuai didn't really like this nephew.

just.

I think of my older brother and sister-in-law.

He could tolerate everything that kid did.

If it weren't for his elder brother and sister-in-law sending him to the martial arts academy, he wouldn't be living such a high-ranking life today, second only to the emperor.

"Fine," Wang Ziheng reluctantly uttered.

……

Lin Ji and the others followed the crowd forward.

The next place is Qingkeping.

This place is famous for its many Chinese tallow trees.

This is the largest platform we've reached since we started climbing the mountain.

The architecture here is elegant, and the scenery is like a fairyland.

This caused all the martial artists to stop and admire the scenery once again.

The organizers hosted a luncheon here.

The meals were not lavish.

It is a common stew in northern China.

Tomatoes, potatoes, tofu, and Chinese cabbage were simmered together in a pot.

There was a banquet that was quite interesting.

It is located in the very center of Qingkeping.

Outdoor setting.

There are eighteen cases under the public premises.

There are a total of eighteen dishes.

Those who arrive at Qingkeping first will have priority to participate.

but.

Nine of these eighteen dishes are exquisite delicacies.

There are also nine highly poisonous areas.

If a suitable entry point is not found, the person will die from poisoning.

So even after Lin Ji and his group arrived at Qingkeping, the eighteen seats were not yet filled.

"Old man... those two, uncle and nephew, are sitting over there."

Bai Yu'er pointed to two people in the eighteen seats.

A servant was standing next to Prince Heng, seemingly preparing to feed him.

"That makes sense. After all, they are government officials, and the organizers won't make things difficult for them, unless..." Lin Ji glanced at the table and pondered before replying.

"Unless what? Just tell me, old man." Bai Yu'er rolled her eyes at Lin Ji; this old man was keeping her in suspense again.

"Unless... someone tampered with it," Liu Qingzhu said, picking up where Lin Ji left off.

Bai Yu'er's interest was piqued. Her eyes gleamed mischievously, and she exchanged a glance with Su Wanning before both of them looked at Lin Ji.

"Old man... I know you have a way, don't you?"

Lin Ji was taken aback.

When did Wan Ning become corrupted by Bai Yu'er?

Besides, Yu'er wasn't like this before, was she?

He shook his head and looked at Liu Qingzhu: "Qingzhu, you go."