Cultivating Immortality in Two Realms

Chapter 507 Official Documents

The sky was as dark as ink.

A light rain was falling outside the window.

Puff puff!

Inside a residential house, outside, earthenware pots on small red clay stoves puffed out white steam, filling the air with the aroma of medicine, which also carried a bitter smell.

Raindrops fell from the green tiles like strings of pearls, landing and flowing into the stream, transforming the clear water into a clear one...

Inside the room, Ghost Blade Liu Qi lay face down on the bed, his back and buttocks covered in bloodstains. The three-day deadline had passed, and he had been punished with caning for failing to perform his duties.

Even his superior, a ninth-rank inspector, didn't believe in any talk of demons, gods, or magicians. Instead, because he lost a team of gunmen, he gave him a severe beating without saying a word.

If Liu Qi hadn't possessed exceptional martial arts skills, this attack would have nearly cost him his life!

The separation between officials and clerks in the Great Zhou Dynasty was practically an insurmountable chasm.

A scoundrel like Liu Qi could never become a ninth-rank official in his entire life, not even posthumously.

The contempt and even life-or-death power that superiors have over inferiors is almost instinctive.

Even with testimonies from other martial arts school owners, the inspector would only conclude that a notorious thief had committed the crime, order a description of his appearance, and issue a warrant for his arrest.

"Master..."

Just then, the door opened, and a woman came in carrying some medicine. Seeing Liu Qi's face twitching, she exclaimed anxiously, "Has he had another attack?"

For Liu Qi, the most painful thing was not the caning, but the daily, fixed-time torture of being killed by the turbid water of the Ji River!

This injury flares up for several hours every day, going from mild to severe and then back to mild, in a recurring cycle that causes him unbearable pain and serves as a profound reminder of the existence of extraordinary power!

This was a superficial injury that neither traditional Chinese medicine nor Western medicine could detect! Liu Qi gritted his teeth, gripping the edge of the bed with both hands. After a long while, he finally let out a long breath: "No... take the medicine... give me... pen and ink! I need to write official documents!"

"Even at this point, you're still so diligent in royal duties..."

Sigh. His wife, knowing her husband's temper, wiped away her tears and went to fetch a pen and ink.

Liu Qi lay on the bed, reached for the calligraphy brush, and began to write, character by character:

"Liu Qi, the head constable of Shenghai County, respectfully bows and presents this to Your Excellency the Inspector: I have served as a constable for seventeen years and have received a salary from the court. I have diligently performed my duties in capturing criminals and thieves and have never dared to lie to Your Excellency... There is a sorcerer in the county who can walk on the air and move through the air. He raises his hand and emits emerald light, dazzling people's eyes. With a wave of his hand, more than forty constables and civilians are all knocked to the ground, and more than half of them are injured. Even when shot with a fast gun, it cannot cause him the slightest injury. Outnumbered, the constables and civilians are defeated and flee."

This evil sorcerer is ruthless and wicked, lurking around the docks, robbing travelers, and coercing the innocent into evil. If he is not eliminated soon, he will surely become a great scourge, harming the entire region… I humbly beseech Your Excellency to investigate and make a swift decision. If I have uttered even a single falsehood, I will willingly confess to the crime of deceiving and treachery, and I would not hesitate to face execution. I am filled with trepidation as I write this, and I bow my head repeatedly.

Liu Qibai, the head constable of Shenghai, pays respects on the fifteenth day of the sixth month of the third year of Jingyuan.

"Go...send out the official document."

Liu Qi folded the official document and handed it to his wife. His expression suddenly changed again, and he collapsed onto the bed, rolling around in bed.

The veins under its skin bulge out, resembling purple earthworms, and one can almost hear the sound of rushing water.

This was not rain from the outside world, but the 'turbid water' inside his body. The intense pain caused a white mist to appear before his eyes, within which he could vaguely see hundreds of eyes, pupil-less and glaring.

In a daze, Liu Qi felt his internal organs were upside down, his liver grew scales, his lungs had fine hairs, and his heart orifice burst open, with countless thin wrists curling up and each end adorned with a human eye, staring intently at him.

Splash!

The turbid water gradually rose and then turned into clear water. Countless water droplets rolled and tumbled, each containing a human face with bulging eyes, staring at him and uttering a silent cry.

Liu Qi made a gurgling sound in his throat, but could not say anything. It was as if there was water in his stomach, and the sound of water flowing was clearly audible to outsiders.

He seemed to hear the sound of wind in his ears, and this wind blew directly into his brain, like steel knives and iron saws, constantly grinding against his brain marrow, causing his eyes to bulge out and his eyes to turn blue-green!

"what!"

This scene caused his wife to scream, dropping the official documents she was holding to the ground…

St. John's University.

Final exams are long over, and the campus is sparsely populated.

Even Wei Yuan, who shared a dormitory with them, had already returned home.

Fang Qing also packed a suitcase, ready to leave, but not to go home.

For him, his parents and sisters were not his own.

The real Fang Qing was killed by a blow to the head several months ago; this body was merely a body he had sacrificed himself for.

This is completely different from the reincarnation I experienced in Sanshui'ao, where I subsequently awakened my past life memories.

Therefore, the relatives on that side are recognized, but those on this side are not.

As early as yesterday, I sent back a large remittance slip as a donation for the cadaver donation, along with a letter explaining that I had met an extraordinary person and was preparing to learn from him, so I would not continue my studies and that my family should not worry.

Of course, the other party will definitely be worried, and may even suspect that they have been sold abroad as a pig.

However, by changing his appearance and acting in the same manner as the original person, he would sever ties with both sides.

A few years later, if they still can't find him, they'll naturally despair, and then the original 'Fang Qing' will die...

Splash!

After doing all this, Fang Qing, with a clear mind, reached out and wiped his face.

His features became more defined and distinct, transforming him back into the madman with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes of that day.

This time, however, the flesh and blood have been completely fixed and are identical to the original body, and will not revert back.

Even if Wei Yuan were here, he certainly wouldn't be able to recognize it.

This already represents a fundamental change achieved by utilizing the power of metal.

Fang Qing sat cross-legged, his vision blurred, as if shrouded in mist...

Before his eyes, a figure could be vaguely seen lying down, writing official documents.

【Ji Water】is turbid and becomes ink, so theoretically all ink that falls on paper can be seen by him.

Of course, this is impossible unless he is restored to the position of [Ji Shui] True Lord.

However, those martial artists who were banished to the [Ji Shui] realm were essentially signal transmitters, allowing Fang Qing to perceive them clearly.

"If it were just my own cultivation level, even breaking through several major realms above the embryonic breathing stage, I would find it difficult to achieve this... but with the help of the Qi Convergence stage, it was accomplished very easily..."

"Oh? Is this the head constable, preparing to write an official document for his superior's superior?" The ink was so clear that even Fang Qing had to admit, "What a fine dog!"

He didn't seem to mind the government's slow response.

After all, the larger the size, the more inevitable the bloat and sluggishness become. Some emperors, even when their countries were on the verge of collapse and enemy troops had reached the capital, would still react with, "Isn't the world at peace? Where did these rebels come from?"

Without substantial evidence, relying solely on the testimonies of a few individuals is indeed a difficult situation.

However, Fang Qing knew that his existence was real, and therefore sooner or later the big shots above would find out about him.

When a powerful figure takes the lead, the entire system's response will be incredibly swift.

This is also a very reasonable development, because officials are subservient to their superiors, and power is only accountable to the source of power! As long as the top is willing to push, the response from below will be extremely rapid.

"What kind of encirclement and wooing tactics will follow next? I'm actually looking forward to it..."

"However, I should move to a different place... at least a hundred miles away from the ocean."

The foreigners' ironclad warships had main guns that could fire dozens of miles away, and a single shot could devastate several miles of land!

This far exceeds the limits of steam technology, leading Fang Qing to suspect the assistance of alchemists or similar practitioners.

Even if he could catch bullets with his bare hands now, he wouldn't dare say he could survive being hit by such a giant cannon, so he still needs to have some respect for it.

"But as long as you go inland, preferably to rugged mountainous areas, that will be enough to become king of the mountains... Once you've established several major realms of merit, that place beneath your feet will be the divine kingdom!"

Fang Qing sat cross-legged, silently sensing the other martial artists who had been implanted with the seed using his metal elemental position.

The Qigong system is not a solitary endeavor; it requires the participation of many and the cultivation of more practitioners...

After all, within this cultivation system, those who cultivate at a lower level are a valuable resource for those who cultivate at a higher level!

It is only natural that the upward and downward revisions are integrated.

"But... I never expected that my casual ramblings would actually give the [Ji River] some ability to purify or defile it..."

"It seems... belief is also a kind of power, using the false to cultivate the true, using the false to cultivate the true..." Fang Qing fell into deep thought, feeling as if he had touched some of the mysteries of 'emptiness proof'.

The mourning hall.

The burning paper money carried a strange sandalwood fragrance.

Feng Quanxing, dressed in mourning clothes, knelt to one side, burning paper money for his master.

The master is not just an ordinary martial arts instructor, but someone who is truly a teacher for a day and a father for life!

He and Li Heihu were the last disciples of the White-Headed Lion, who taught them boxing step by step and took care of their lives and marriages... In return, they were required to care for their master in his old age and see him off in death, and to protect the Dao with their boxing skills.

The effort and money that the master poured into them were as vast as mountains and seas, which is how two Grandmasters of Transformation Realm were created.

The death of one of them is more painful than losing a son.

The feelings were real, and the heartache was real. So when the master saw the murderer that day, he rushed up. And the murderer clearly sensed this killing intent and gave the master his life!

The same fate befell Master Hong, the Iron Mountain Fist master.

After all, martial artists are fierce in nature. From the very first day of their martial arts training, they are taught that their spirit cannot be subdued! In one session, their spirit is exhausted, and they can no longer cultivate strength.

But at this point, thinking about these things is useless...

"Cough cough..." Feng Quanxing suddenly bent over and coughed painfully.

He was also severely injured by that person, who even inflicted a true poisonous substance on him! This was like a bone-deep infection, causing him to gradually become emaciated.

At this moment, looking at the blood in his hand, he was stunned again.

That wasn't crimson blood, but rather a murky, greasy color, like solidified fat...

"The wounds of the turbid waters... is this how my blood is?"

Feng Quanxing's back became increasingly hunched: "The moisture was clear and turbid."

Where is that person?

He gradually stopped fighting against this excruciating pain, and instead let it go, his mind becoming empty, allowing this 'turbid water' to flow and meander within his body...

It's strange!

Feng Quanxing sought treatment for his injuries from martial arts school doctors and Western doctors, but he was still in great pain.

But when he completely gave up and let things drift, he felt the water flowing through his body. Although it brought pain, it also gave him a new kind of power!

Just like even the most turbid water, once it falls into a pond, it will eventually settle down.

Therefore, even if the water is muddy, it will eventually become clear!

"I...I saw it."

Feng Quanxing lowered his head and covered his face with his hands, afraid that someone would see him... laughing!

For some time now, he has been trying and trying to trace back... because martial arts have limits.

But in that person, martial arts seemed to have no limits!