Cultivating Immortality in Two Realms

Chapter 512 The Arena

Sanqingshan.

Fang Qing's eyes were as black as ink, and in an instant he saw the figures of one martial arts practitioner after another.

Among them were pure warriors, Taoist priests, and even government officials and constables.

"The water is spreading," but it's still not enough! He sighed. Although he had opened up the "Inner Landscape," only Little White Cat could enter it now.

Even Xuanzi, who made the fastest progress, was still stuck at the Twelve Regular Meridians stage and had not even stepped into the Eight Extraordinary Meridians.

"Perhaps I should represent this new path and make a declaration to the world?" Fang Qing silently sensed the feedback from his body and knew that this impact was, if not a drop in the ocean, but a drop in the ocean in terms of repairing the deficiency of Ji Shui.

"Looks like we still need to stir things up, to stir up something big."

"How about you demonstrate catching a giant cannon in your face?"

Since acquiring supernatural powers in the 'Inner Realm', Fang Qing is now equivalent to a True Person of the Purple Mansion.

In this world, at least for now, no extraordinary beings have been seen; it is almost entirely traversable.

Moreover, Zifu is no longer 'human,' and its physical body is nothing more than a shell, so naturally it wouldn't care about giant ships and cannons.

"Sigh, I ran away too fast back then, without staying to give them a good slap in the face, creating a vicious cycle of backlash, and now it's hard to even find an excuse."

"However, it seems there's no need to look for them. As long as we go to Shenghai again, given the arrogance of the foreigners, we'll easily run into trouble." Just as he was pondering this, he suddenly heard a gust of wind ahead.

A white shadowy figure landed, carrying something in its mouth.

Xiao Bai has now transformed into a white tiger, carrying a person in its mouth, which looks quite terrifying.

"What are you doing? I don't eat people..." Fang Qing looked at the figure that Xiao Bai was carrying, his playful side aroused, and he pretended to be surprised and angry.

Little White put down the person it was carrying, its emerald green eyes filled with disgust. With a flash of white light, it transformed into a white raccoon resembling a jade-white fox, landing in Fang Qing's arms and being comfortably petted...

"Grandpa Mountain God, I'm tough and ugly, I don't taste good at all." Startled by Xiaobai's words, the herb-gathering boy, who had been pretending to be dead, quickly turned over, knelt on the ground, and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Oh? Where are you a herb-gathering boy from?" Fang Qing asked curiously while petting Xiao Bai.

"I am Ye Zhuo, a herb-gathering boy from Bao'an Hall in the county. I have wandered into this place by mistake. Mountain god, please forgive me if you find anything amiss!"

Ye Zhuo looked to be thirteen or fourteen years old. His hair was dry and brittle, without any luster. He was thin and pale, clearly from a poor background.

"What is your background and origin?" Fang asked casually.

At this moment, having regained the power of his Purple Mansion, with just a shout, Ye Zhuo immediately spilled the beans as if pouring beans from a bamboo tube: "I am from Qingha Village nearby. Before the New Year, the village suffered a disaster, and I fled with a group of people. As a result, ninety percent of them died. I finally managed to sneak into the county town and got a job to eat... I signed a ten-year indenture, and every month I have to hand over a certain amount of medicinal herbs, otherwise I will be beaten severely..."

"We both came from humble beginnings as refugees..." Fang Qing sighed. "We seem to be destined to meet... I'll pass on to you a skill to make a living."

He slightly raised his hand, and a stream of true Qi from the Jishui River entered Ye Zhuo's meridians: "I will teach you a set of lightness skills. Remember the incantation to guide the Qi through the Yongquan point and circulate it through the Shenfu point. Wherever your mind goes, your knees will move."

Ye Zhuo felt a cool sensation flowing through his body, opening up his meridians.

Suddenly, his legs sprang up, and he leaped several meters into the air.

"Ah!" he screamed, and with a movement of his true qi, his body slowly drifted down from mid-air like a piece of paper.

Although his posture was extremely awkward, he was indeed not injured at all.

"I thank the immortals! With this ability, I can easily gather herbs no matter what kind of cliff or precipitous rock I am." Ye Zhuo was overjoyed and kowtowed repeatedly.

"Hehe..." Fang Qing shook his head, knowing that it was impossible to explain to this person now, but he would naturally change his mind in the future.

After all, humans are inherently contradictory and changeable creatures.

Holding a sharp weapon, the desire to kill arises naturally; how much more so with such power?

He yawned and tossed Little White aside.

A cloud of water vapor appeared on Xiaobai's body, transforming into a majestic divine beast that resembled both a white tiger and a clouded leopard.

"Not bad, not bad, it wasn't for nothing that I raised you for so long... After several months, you can finally ride."

Fang Qing smiled, flipped over and mounted the clouded leopard: "If you were to say 'Fellow Daoist, please wait a moment' again, what a sight that would be... Let's go."

Xiao Bai rolled its eyes. It was quite familiar with its master's perverse sense of humor. It pretended not to hear and disappeared with Fang Qing in a flash.

"Respectfully bidding farewell to the Mountain God and the White Tiger Goddess..." Ye Zhuo, the only one left, continued to kowtow.

Sheng Hai.

"Breaking news! Breaking news! Rice prices are soaring! One silver dollar a dan (a unit of weight), pork three silver cents a jin (a unit of weight)..."

"Yangwei Martial Arts School's Liao Tianxiong displays his divine prowess, defeating a foreign strongman... He has won nine out of ten matches against the foreigner, and the tenth match will be held on the beach..."

A newsboy carrying a green canvas bag and holding a newspaper was walking through the streets and alleys, calling out his wares.

"Give me one." Outside a roadside café, a gentleman sitting in a wicker chair, with coffee in front of him, wearing a snow-white shirt and holding a white cat, spoke. A copper coin was flicked out, drawing an elegant arc in mid-air.

"Yes, sir." The newsboy took the coin and handed a newspaper to Fang Qing.

"Big cities are so much better... If you want to know any information, you can just read the newspaper." Fang Qing took a sip of coffee and leisurely unfolded the newspaper. The headline on the front page was about the Great Zhou warrior challenging the foreigners to a duel, and how Liao Tianxiong displayed his divine prowess, winning nine out of nine battles.

"Tsk tsk..." Fang Qing couldn't help but sigh at the coincidence, thinking that this was the first time he had ever visited this martial arts school.

"This young Liao's true qi has probably already opened three meridians, it's exquisite and profound... even ordinary Grandmasters of Transformation Realm are no match for him..."

"Are the foreigners coming for ten more battles to gather data, or do they have some other plan?" In this world, power is everything!

Even the most brilliant and enlightened grandmasters can be killed by a single cannon shot.

"Could it be... that my creation, True Martial Arts, has piqued the interest of foreigners?"

Fang Qing habitually pinched his fingers, and surprisingly, he actually had some kind of inexplicable inspiration.

"This world is extremely rugged, so using the void to travel is not as good as flying in the real world... The same goes for divination, but at least it can give some good or bad news. He turned to the next page and suddenly saw a few small pieces of text at the end of the newspaper: "Missing Person Notice: Fang Qing? Student of the preparatory class of St. Covenant University, physical characteristics... A generous reward will be given for information leading to his arrest. Contact address: Yuanxin Newspaper Office."

"This... they haven't given up yet." Fang Qing shook his head and sighed. The next day.

Yellow Beach.

On the vast plain, the flow of people was as large as mountains and as deep as the sea, including warriors of the Great Zhou Dynasty, as well as peddlers and laborers. There were also shrewd merchants pushing carts and doing small business.

A high platform had been erected not far away, with a gazebo beside it, where some well-dressed gentlemen sat.

Today marks the final round of the ten-match battle between Master Liao Tianxiong of Yangwei Martial Arts School and the foreigner.

If they can achieve a complete victory, it will be enough to prove that the people of the Great Zhou are far superior to the people of other countries.

The various states were naturally unwilling to accept this, and sent their own best fighters, but they all fell victim to Master Liao.

Today is the last match.

Fang Qing, wearing a hat, a vest, and a suit, and holding Xiaobai in his arms, also watched from afar.

"Today's battle is between Master Liao and John, the King of Murder... That foreigner is said to have undergone physical modification and is extremely formidable."

"Hmph, foreigners just love all this fancy stuff. How could they possibly be a match for Master Liao?"

Fang Qing overheard the conversation of several martial artists nearby.

He was stroking the little white dog's fur when his gaze suddenly shifted and he saw a male and female tourist.

The other party was dressed as a student, youthful and beautiful. The man was Wei Yuan, and the woman was someone I vaguely remembered from my past life. Her name was Wan Leiyue, and she was Fang Qing's younger sister.

These two...are they looking for me? Or are they just here to watch the show?

Fang Qing's ears twitched, and Wei Yuan's voice kept pouring in: "Sister Yue... Brother Qing was a little strange before, but he hasn't gone so far as to abandon his studies and family to learn martial arts... Even if he were to learn martial arts, he would definitely come to see such a grand martial arts event today... If he still can't find him, then he's probably been tricked and sold abroad as a pig... Ah! Cough cough..."

Before Wei Yuan could finish speaking, he choked on his own saliva, coughing incessantly until his face turned a purplish-red...

"Time's up, both contestants, step into the ring!" Not long after, a referee announced loudly on the stage.

A tall, strong white man with cloth straps tied around his hands raised his fists high, showing off his muscles to all sides.

On the other side, however, there was no one there.

"Liao Tianxiong, come to the stage!" the referee shouted twice, then pulled out his pocket watch: "If you haven't entered the stage within ten minutes, you will be considered to have automatically forfeited..."

"What happened?"

"Where's Master Liao? Where are the people from Yang Wei Martial Arts School?" A commotion arose from the crowd, noisy and bustling, like a lively market.

Suddenly, a silence appeared from afar and continued to expand.

The crowd, like an ocean, automatically parted into two, revealing a passage.

From the end of the passage, a man slowly walked out, wearing an old-fashioned black long gown. It was none other than Master Liao!

Unlike before, there was blood on his shoulder...

"I was ambushed by thieves on the way and they even shot me... I apologize for keeping you all waiting!" Liao Tianxiong stepped onto the stage, first clasped his hands in greeting to all four sides, and then looked at the burly white man opposite him.

"You can begin!" For a moment, the crowd below was bewildered, then their roars erupted like a tsunami: "Kill him!"

"Well done, Master Liao!"

"Master Liao, I've bet ten silver dollars on you! Kill that white dog!" The clamor filled the air like a tidal wave.

Inside the pavilion, the expressions of several gentlemen wearing top hats suddenly turned grim...