Cultivating Immortality in Two Realms

Chapter 509 Train

TRAIN STATION.

The locomotive, billowing white steam, occasionally sounded its whistle, and a large number of passengers bustled about.

Among them were well-dressed gentlemen and ladies, excited and curious students, and timid old farmers who looked like they came from the countryside.

People from all walks of life gather here, creating a noisy and chaotic atmosphere.

Theft, robbery, and even human trafficking are like shadows in the sunlight, impossible to eradicate despite repeated crackdowns.

Fang Qing was carrying a suitcase, wearing a trendy white long-sleeved shirt, and her leather shoes were polished to a shine; she looked like someone from high society.

In reality, all of this was funded by the Black Tiger Gang!

As a local tyrant in the dock area, Li Heihu was quite wealthy. Even though Fang Qing transferred most of his wealth to his predecessor's family as compensation, he still had a considerable amount left.

Waaah!

Just then, another steam train pulled into the station, and the crowd surged forward.

No matter how the ticket inspector waved his wooden stick, he could not intimidate them.

For a time, curses, complaints, and children's cries mingled together, and many pickpockets took the opportunity to commit crimes.

Fang Qing was initially reluctant to squeeze in, but several seemingly honest-looking men had already pushed their way through.

Then he felt a sharp edge, about to slice through his pocket.

"So it really is a pickpocket... Is he targeting me?" Fang Qing smiled, stretched out his hand, and twisted...

"Ah!" A scream rang out. A child who looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old had a few fingers on his right hand drooping limply. His eyes showed no fear of being caught red-handed, only ferocity, like a wolf cub. How could a child who could survive outside not be wild?

Judging from the situation, is their backer at the scene? It seems like a group crime...

Fang Qing smiled inwardly, and sure enough, he saw several men with fierce expressions, each holding a dagger, surrounding him.

"Ah!" After several screams, the burly men stared at the bloody gash on their abdomens, their faces filled with astonishment.

The crowd screamed and then dispersed, staring at the fallen men and the pools of blood on the ground... Fang Qing had already disappeared into the crowd and boarded the train on his own.

He bought a first-class seat, so at least there was still one seat available.

Sitting by the window, I saw a group of police officers rushing over. When they saw the pickpockets lying on the ground, a sinister look flashed in the eyes of the leader!

Before long, the train started running normally and began its journey.

Fang Qing's ears twitched, and countless sounds came from the wind.

The skill lies in filtering through this multitude of chaotic sounds and finding the few you want to hear.

Actually, sitting in a seat is similar to listening to the whole train journey; there are all sorts of noises and turbulence... but you need to filter out most of them and find what you want to hear.

"I guess I've gained some experience now..." Fang Qing looked around and saw a family of three sitting opposite him, who looked to be middle class. Next to him sat a female student wearing a blue dress, with two braids, white socks, and black leather shoes. She was carrying a canvas backpack that was bulging inside.

"This female student doesn't seem like she's on vacation, nor does she seem like she's been tricked into eloping, but she seems a little guilty..."

He ignored the other person, his ears twitched, and a soft voice entered his ears: "Uncle Yuan..."

"Only you..."

"Xiao Wu and his friends... Xiao Wu and his friends ran into a tough opponent, they all got stabbed..."

"Hmm? Dares to touch someone from my 'Wind Sect'? Give the order to hunt him down this time, and find him. I want to meet him personally..."

"Good heavens, even pickpockets have their own sects... Judging from Uncle Yuan's voice, he's a martial arts expert, probably with hidden strength..."

Fang Qing thought to himself that he found it quite interesting.

After all, he chose to ride the steam train because he wanted a novel experience.

As for those pickpockets? If they dare to come, there's no need to hold them back, nor is there any need to bestow upon them any good fortune of true essence seeds. It's better to just send them on their way.

Anyway, the Great Zhou has plenty of people.

Just then, he overheard an interesting conversation coming from a nearby carriage: "Don't worry, Mr. John, we will definitely help you find that document."

"Well, based on the consular jurisdiction I enjoy, you must serve me..."

Another, somewhat arrogant voice rang out: "If you still can't find it, I'll notify your superiors and file a complaint against you!"

"Tickets are being checked! Ticket checking has begun!" Not long after, several ticket inspectors entered the carriage and began checking tickets.

Looking at their burly, strong bodies and the revolvers at their waists, Fang Qing knew they were probably amateurs.

Seeing that they were not only checking people but also searching through luggage, I immediately realized that my guess was correct.

As for the female student next to her, who was trembling like a leaf, it was clear that she probably couldn't hide the truth and would have to confess everything after being questioned a few times.

interesting!

Fang Qing picked up a newspaper and casually browsed the latest news: "Hmm, according to the usual development, I should punch the Fengzi Sect, kick the foreigners, and then completely blow things up, eventually facing wave after wave of investigations from the government and pursuit by experts..."

Taking down a gang in the dock area is nothing, but killing a few foreigners is a big deal...

"But it doesn't seem to matter much, because I've changed my face now, so I don't have to worry about my identity being exposed and implicating others... I can kill without restraint and do whatever I want."

"Kill one, and ten will come; kill ten, and a hundred will come; but if you can kill a thousand, ten thousand, then naturally no one will dare to come again..."

Fang Qing yawned. For him, these choices were all things to do casually, but he didn't want to let a few bugs disturb his journey.

Fang Qing thought for a moment, then stood up and went to the next carriage.

Inside the carriage, next to a row of seats, several tall, thin men with unfriendly expressions were crowding around an old man wearing an old-fashioned long gown and holding a purple clay teapot.

The old man looked to be around fifty years old, with a beard that was half black and half white, a thin face, and eyes that darted around, giving off a somewhat disrespectful air about his age.

He walked past as if nothing had happened, but a gentle breeze carried his voice to the ears of the ticket inspectors.

"This time, our Wind Sect really made a name for itself..."

"Haha, nobody knows, we have those foreign documents. Uncle Yuan, what kind of tea are you brewing in that Yixing teapot?"

"This is fine Sparrow Tongue tea, three silver dollars a sip..." The ticket inspectors suddenly looked up and stared at Uncle Yuan, who was brewing tea in a teapot. "Tickets!" They exchanged glances and surrounded him.

"What are you doing? What are you doing?" Several disciples and followers immediately stepped forward, forming a human wall, their faces showing no fear.

But Uncle Yuan's expression changed. Being an experienced and shrewd man, he naturally realized these ticket inspectors were no ordinary people. As a member of the underworld, he deeply understood the principle of "the common people don't fight with officials." He quickly forced a smile: "Ticket inspection, huh? Show me your tickets. What are you doing? Get down here!"

The thieves, being well-off, naturally had tickets, but the ticket inspectors didn't even glance at them, shouting, "Open all your suitcases!"

"This...isn't this going too far?" Uncle Yuan's heart sank. His suitcase was filled with a lot of shady things; what if...

"Immediately, right now!" The ticket inspectors' eyes lit up, and they placed their hands on the holsters at their waists.

"Wait, gentlemen, I know the train conductor and the local police. Is there anything urgent? I'll do my best to help!" Uncle Yuan forced a smile. Just then, a tall, blond, blue-eyed foreigner in a formal suit and a top silk hat squeezed through the crowd: "Have you found anything?"

"Yes, sir, I heard..." The ticket inspector immediately stepped forward and said a few words respectfully.

"What are we waiting for? Make this thief, robber, old monkey... give me back my things right now!" The foreigner immediately pointed at Uncle Yuan's nose and cursed, "You lowly old monkey... after we get off the train, I'll make you..."

Before he could finish speaking, Uncle Yuan felt a chill run down his spine. It was as if a thin needle had been used to puncture the numbness in his hand. He then struck out with his palm, hitting the foreigner squarely in the chest!

Snapped!

The power of this palm strike was astonishing. The foreigner was two heads taller than Uncle Yuan and weighed several hundred pounds, yet he was sent flying backward like a broken sandbag, knocking down many innocent passersby.

"What's going on?" A chorus of curses erupted.

When the ticket inspectors arrived, they found that the foreign gentleman had a large dent in his chest and was already dead. He had obviously been beaten to death with a heavy blow from the front!

Beside him, several disciples who were originally from the Fengzi Sect looked at Uncle Yuan with awe.

"No, I didn't do it!" Uncle Yuan looked at his palms and was on the verge of tears.

"You...you killed him?" The ticket inspectors immediately drew their sidearms and aimed them at Uncle Yuan.

The leader of the Fengzi Sect clearly knew the danger; his body seemed to shrink as he jumped out of the open glass window.

"We can't let him get away, or we'll both be in deep trouble!" "Quick, after him!"

"And these few, they're all his men, we can't let them get away!"

In an instant, the carriage was in chaos... while Fang Qing, the instigator, had already leisurely returned to his seat, picked up the newspaper again, and started reading.

The Great Zhou martial arts can only strike three inches into the air at most, and they are completely defenseless against his true qi, which can take effect from several feet or even several feet away.

Therefore, no one suspected him, and he casually returned to his seat.

Even several police officers in this carriage were drawn to the carriage with the wind gate by the screams and gunshots, and many people fled over, creating chaos...

As for ticket checking? That's out of the question...

Fang Qing's ears twitched, noticing that the female student beside him was breathing much more evenly... He ignored it, simply thinking to himself, "I'll get off at the next stop... I'll measure the earth with my own two feet, find a place abundant with spiritual energy to go into seclusion, and further develop the system after the embryonic breathing stage..."