Xiuxian, I can travel to another world

Chapter 215 The Third Otherworld
The Cloud Whale Chamber of Commerce set up arrays in the residences of every Foundation Establishment cultivator and handed over control of them.

This is a sign of respect for those who have reached the Dao Foundation stage.

Even the Cloud Whale Chamber of Commerce, being inside the formation, cannot see what the people inside are doing.

The formation is called the Illusionary Dragon Formation!
Zhu Ju held the array plate in his hand. As he channeled his true essence and magical power into it, thick smoke immediately rose from the entire courtyard. The smoke condensed in mid-air and formed a lifelike dragon that hovered in the sky.

This is a first-tier, low-grade magic array.

It possesses the ability to distort perception and conceal detection, and its defense and attack capabilities are barely adequate, but it is not easy to infiltrate silently.

After some attempts, Zhu Ju put down the array plate, sat down on the meditation cushion in the quiet room, and his figure quietly disappeared.

The third other world.

coming!

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Qi State.

Quguan County, Fenyang Prefecture.

Inside a martial arts school.

"drink!"

"what!"

"..."

Dozens of martial arts school disciples, shirtless, sweated profusely under the scorching sun, practicing their fists and feet to toughen their skin and muscles.

They were all robust and muscular, clearly demonstrating considerable skill in stance training.

"Abundant Qi and blood, and robust skin."

"Master Zhang truly lives up to his reputation as the number one martial arts master in Quguan County. His skill in teaching disciples alone is truly admirable."

Under the pavilion not far away, a person spoke up in praise.

At this moment, the sun was blazing, the earth was steaming, and the heat was rising, causing the compacted ground to curl slightly.

The earth's energy and the heat emanating from the martial artist's body intertwine, forming the shape of a tiger and a leopard—a truly wondrous sight.

Tiger and Leopard Body Forging!

This is a method taught to disciples by the martial arts school, which can temper the body, strengthen qi and blood, and enable them to become martial arts masters who have entered the realm of strength.

The speaker was a middle-aged man with long hair tied up in a Taoist knot with a wooden hairpin, wearing a Taoist robe and yin-yang shoes.

It was Zhu Ju dressed as a Taoist priest.

He has entered this world many times, become familiar with its language and writing, and is now formally attempting to integrate into it.

The first station.

This is Quguan County.

He interacted with the townspeople as a wandering Taoist priest, and easily gained their trust through his spiritual magic.

By simply displaying a little skill, one can become a guest of honor for high-ranking officials and dignitaries.

"Haha..." Master Zhang laughed loudly upon hearing this:

"It is not Zhang's boast, but half of the martial arts practitioners who have left Quguan County in the last twenty years have studied at my martial arts school."

"Gong Shi, a third-rank innate martial artist from Anlefang in the capital, is my disciple!"

"A third-grade innate level," Zhu Ju praised.
"amazing!"

The martial arts in this world are somewhat similar to the world of Qi and Blood he once visited, focusing on strengthening Qi and Blood and tempering the physical body, but the cultivation levels are worlds apart.

Based on what I've learned so far, the martial arts realm in this world is divided into nine ranks.

The highest rank is First Grade, also known as Grandmaster.

The lower three ranks are collectively referred to as martial artists, and most martial arts school disciples are at this level.

A mid-level third-rank martial artist.

Master Zhang is a fifth-rank martial arts master with a powerful physique. He can tear tigers and leopards apart, shatter bluestone with his palm, and leap several meters away.

In the world of Qi and Blood, he would be a top master, but in this world he is just the owner of a small local martial arts school, a minor character who is merely a background figure in a picture book novel.

The titles for the three ranks are different.

Third-grade innate martial arts master, second-grade martial arts grandmaster, first-grade grandmaster.

As for the strength of the top three masters, Zhu Ju has not yet witnessed it, but judging from Master Zhang's strength, the upper limit of martial arts in this world should not be too high.

Grandmaster
Even so, they cannot compare to Dao Foundation cultivators.

This is a guess he has made based on his interactions with martial artists in this world over a period of time. Of course, the people he has been in contact with so far have relatively low cultivation levels, so the specifics are still unknown.

"Personal achievements are merely the foundation of one's own power; it is through nurturing disciples that each one can truly become a dragon." With this thought in mind, Zhu Ju remained outwardly composed, cupping his hands in a gesture of respect as he spoke:
"Master Zhang teaches his students without holding back, and he doesn't mind if his students are better than him. Such magnanimity is admirable."

"Haha..." Master Zhang laughed heartily.

"The Taoist priest is truly a kindred spirit to me."

“Back then, Zhang traveled around seeking out masters to learn his craft, but was repeatedly thwarted. From that day on, he vowed that he would never hold back when accepting apprentices, and that he would only wish for everyone to achieve success in their studies.”

"pity!"

His face showed regret:
"Zhang's talent is limited, and he has wasted his life. He has only been able to reach the fifth rank in his cultivation, and he will never be able to obtain the methods of the upper three ranks. He can only place his hopes on future generations."

"The upper three ranks?" Zhu Ju seemed to be deep in thought.
"I have come all the way from the southern border and have encountered very few masters of the third rank. There is no lineage of them in the market."

"Yes." Master Zhang nodded.

"The top three ranks are mostly found in aristocratic families, powerful clans in the martial arts world, or in the imperial court and the military; they are rarely seen in ordinary places."

"My disciple only achieved the third rank by chance by becoming a disciple of a famous master. It's just that the third rank is controlled by powerful and wealthy families, and it's hopeless for children from poor families to get their hands on it."

He shook his head repeatedly with a look of regret.

"If you hang around in my martial arts school, you'll at most become a mid-level martial artist; don't even think about reaching the third level."

Third rank

It is the threshold to reach the top of martial arts.

However, the inheritance, secret medicines, and even top-notch martial arts techniques have always been controlled by the powerful and influential, making them difficult for ordinary people to access.

Once they are qualified to make contact, they themselves are powerful and wealthy, and naturally they will guard against it closely.

'so……'

'To truly understand the martial arts of this world, it's impossible to stay in a small place; you have to go out and explore.'

Zhu Ju seemed to sense something and looked up outside.

"Boom..."

Just then, the martial arts school door was kicked open, and a middle-aged man dressed as a butler spoke breathlessly:
Is Daoist Ziju here?

"Taoist Priest!"

Upon seeing Zhu Ju there, the steward's eyes lit up:
"quick!"

"Come with me quickly! A distinguished person has suddenly fallen seriously ill. The town's doctor is helpless. Please, Taoist priest, help us."

"Oh!" Zhu Ju's eyes flickered slightly.

He recognized the man as the steward of the magistrate of Quguan County, a position second only to the magistrate in this small place.

The fact that he was so panicked and anxious to seek help suggests that the person who fell ill must be someone extraordinary.

Is it possible?

Is it the same team that came a couple of days ago?

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"Aunt Meng!"

On the bed, an eight- or nine-year-old child was pale, sweating profusely, and trembling incessantly, his face filled with pain.

"pain!"

"I hurt so much!"

"Woo..."

The child, who was as delicate and beautiful as a carved jade sculpture, was now like a piece of jade about to shatter, his breath steadily fading away.

He was crying, his voice weak, only repeatedly uttering cries of pain.

"Good boy." Aunt Meng sat by the bed, tears welling in her eyes, holding the child's small hand and comforting him softly:
"Your Highness, I've already sent someone to fetch a physician. You'll be fine, absolutely fine."

"The pain will subside soon once the doctor arrives." Looking at the child's current state, her lips trembled and her heart broke. Although she kept comforting him, she was filled with despair.

How could there possibly be a famous doctor in this remote and impoverished place?

The accompanying physician was helpless; what could the local physician possibly do?
Almost all the doctors in the county came, and they all shook their heads and sighed when they saw the prince's condition. Even the pills from Lingyin Temple were of no use. Could it be that the prince was truly beyond saving?

If the crown prince were...

How can I face my deceased queen in the afterlife?

Do not!
The prince will be alright.

"puff!"

In her anxiety, her blood and qi surged to the head, and Aunt Meng was unable to withstand it, spitting out blood and instantly becoming weak.

"Aunt Meng!"

"Miss Meng!"

"..."

The expressions of everyone in the room changed drastically upon seeing this.

"Shut up!" Aunt Meng gritted her teeth, stopping the crowd's shouts.

"All irrelevant personnel, get out!"

"Do not disturb the Crown Prince."

"...Yes." Everyone's expression changed, and they all lowered their heads, quietly leaving the room without making a sound.

"coming!"

The mayor's steward rushed over, covered in sweat, and said:
"This Taoist priest, 'Ziju,' is an extraordinary person who has traveled here and has the ability to bring the dead back to life and heal the wounded."

“A few days ago, someone in the county choked on a bone and almost died, but the Taoist priest saved him.”

"The Taoist priest said he lived in Kunlun..."

"That's enough." Aunt Meng interrupted his introduction, her gaze lingering slightly on Zhu Ju, a glimmer of hope rising in her heart.

She has an extraordinary presence!

This Taoist priest must be more than just a figurehead; he then spoke solemnly:
"Master, please treat my young master."

"Young Master?" Zhu Juqing waved his whisk and slowly approached, carefully observing the complexion of the child on the bed.

He asked calmly and slowly:

"Which prince is he from?"

"The heir of the Marquis of Zhenyuan," a burly man in the arena said in a deep voice.

"Taoist Master, please look carefully."

"If you can cure the prince, you will be richly rewarded, but if you dare to use medicine indiscriminately, we will not let you off lightly."

Zhu Ju raised an eyebrow.

"Shut up!" Aunt Meng's face darkened, and she said slowly:
"Master, there's no need to worry. Just focus on treating him. Even if... even if I can't, I won't blame you."

"Okay." Zhu Ju bent down, reached out and examined the child's eyelids and the corners of his mouth, his face showing a thoughtful expression.

"If the internal organs are diseased, it must be because you ate something unclean."

He straightened up and said slowly:

"A sudden onset of illness may seem very dangerous, but once you get through it, it's nothing serious."

"Really?" Aunt Meng looked puzzled.

If it were just a minor illness, how could it have tormented the Crown Prince to this extent, leaving the accompanying physicians and miraculous medicines helpless?

The people in the room also looked incredulous.

"That's true." Zhu Ju took out his acupuncture bag, picked out a thin, long gold needle, and demonstrated it:
"Please ask everyone else to leave. The patient needs a quiet environment. Only one person needs to stay and take care of him."

"...Okay." Although she was nervous, he looked relaxed and didn't seem to be faking it.

Aunt Meng nodded, waved her sleeve to dismiss the others, and stayed by her side alone.

"Shh!"

Zhu Ju shook his hand, and the golden needle pierced the child's body.

Ok?
Aunt Meng's expression changed slightly.

She hadn't even seen Zhu Ju's acupuncture technique clearly. If they had gotten close and he had suddenly attacked...

"Shh!"

"Swish!"

Zhu Ju's wrist trembled as he precisely pierced the child's vital acupoints with golden needles, which then vibrated and rotated slightly, their force penetrating the internal organs with an intensity barely perceptible to the naked eye.

"Ok!"

The child groaned softly, his furrowed brows relaxed quietly, and in the blink of an eye, his breathing became steady; he had fallen asleep.

efficient!

Aunt Meng's face lit up with wild joy.

"All right."

soon.

Zhu Ju let out a long sigh of relief, pulled the gold needles back one by one and put them into the acupuncture bag, then turned around to look at Aunt Meng.

After thinking for a moment, he slowly spoke:
"The prince did not eat anything unclean, but was poisoned by a kind of chronic poison."

"What?" Aunt Meng's expression changed, and she turned around and shouted:

"Someone is coming..."

"Wait a moment." Zhu Ju raised his hand:
"This poison was planted half a year ago, and it requires long-term, small-dose consumption to prevent it from taking effect in a short time. Once it takes effect, it's like a volcanic eruption that depletes one's vital energy and blood, and can kill a person within a few hours."

Therefore, the person who poisoned the body is not here.

half year ago?
Long-term, low-dose use?
As if she had thought of something, Aunt Meng's beautiful eyes narrowed, a fierce look appeared on her face, and her hands clenched tightly.

"call……"

Taking a deep breath, Aunt Meng slowly nodded:
"Thank you for informing me, Master."

"I will have someone pay the consultation fee, but I hope you will keep this a secret and not tell anyone else."

"Of course," Zhu Ju replied.
"However, there is no need for a consultation fee. My medical skills are decent, but I lack the ability to protect myself. I wonder if you could grant me a martial arts inheritance?"

"Achieving the top three ranks is sufficient."

Ok?
Aunt Meng's expression was strange.

The top three ranks
Is that all?

Do you think achieving the highest level of martial arts is as easy as cabbage?

"The Taoist priest certainly has quite an appetite." Aunt Meng glanced at Zhu Ju, her expression shifting several times.

"The inheritance of the top three ranks is extraordinary. Most of them swear not to pass it on during their cultivation. But I do have one here, which was created by the founding emperor of the Great Qi Dynasty."

"It is called the Zhenwu Scripture".

"This skill can not only lead to the top three ranks, but theoretically it can even unlock the divine treasure and achieve transcendence in martial arts."

Zhenwu Jing?
A secret treasure?

Transcending martial arts?

Zhu Ju raised his eyebrows slightly.

really.

The limit of martial arts in this world is not the first-grade grandmaster. There are even higher realms above the first grade, but martial arts school owners in small places do not have access to such information.

It's easy to guess that the "True Martial Scripture" the other party was looking at must have some flaws, otherwise they would never have paid for it as a consultation fee.

But it didn't matter to Zhu Ju.

He only wanted to understand the martial arts of this world and see if there was anything he could learn from it; he might not actually start practicing it.

"Alright."

Zhu Ju nodded and spoke:
"Thank you."

(End of this chapter)