All Heavens: Dual Cultivation of Magic and Martial Arts Starting from the Republic of China

Its daybreak.

Bright sunlight streamed through the window and fell on Fu Ze's face.

It's warm, fluffy, and very comfortable.

Fu Ze woke up naturally.

I opened my eyes, feeling refreshed and clear-headed, with my vision and thoughts becoming more lucid and clear.

He sat up and let out a soft breath.

"It feels so good. I haven't had such a good night's sleep in ages."

"Huh? No, wait a minute!"

Fu Ze suddenly realized what was happening.

"I didn't dream last night? I didn't have that nightmare of falling from a dark, rainy sky and dying!"

Fu Ze was both surprised and delighted.

Ever since he can remember, he has had this nightmare every night when he goes to sleep.

When I was young, I would wake up the next day with excruciating pain all over my body and cry incessantly.

When they grow up, they wake up with damaged meridians, and only one-tenth of the spiritual energy of heaven and earth absorbed by practicing the cultivation technique the day before remains, making it difficult to improve their cultivation techniques.

After more than 20 years, he has gotten used to it.

But to my utter surprise, after I transmigrated to this other world, I stopped having that nightmare?

His heart was surging with excitement, and he was so excited that white mist rose from the top of his head, swirling and swirling around.

This is a very rare loss of composure for a master of Chinese martial arts; it's a sign that he can't control the vast amount of qi and blood within his body.

"Phew, calm down, calm down!"

Fu Ze took a deep breath to calm himself down.

He couldn't help but chuckle.

"That was really a bit out of line..."

His mind sank, and he used his senses to examine himself.

Then, something even more shocking was discovered!

However, because of the "precautionary measures" already taken, the emotional fluctuations that caused the blood and qi to become unstable did not recur.

"My meridians are all intact! They weren't damaged while I was sleeping last night?"

Although Fu Ze had long suspected that the damage to his meridians and the leakage of spiritual energy every night were related to that strange nightmare, he was still aware of it.

Now I don't have nightmares anymore, and my meridians are no longer damaged.

"Then the spiritual energy within my acupoints..."

Fu Ze remembered that last night, after breaking through to the Dark Force realm in his martial arts, he habitually scanned his [Niwan Palace] with his mind before going to sleep. He discovered that there was still a tiny bit of spiritual energy left inside.

It must have been absorbed automatically during the hour he practiced the "Hum and Ha Breath" technique.

This place is simply a paradise for Taoist practitioners!

He doesn't even need to practice his cultivation techniques; his body can automatically absorb spiritual energy.

"Since I don't have nightmares while sleeping and my meridians aren't damaged, my spiritual energy shouldn't be dissipating, right?"

Fu Ze's thoughts swept over the [Niwan Palace] acupoint, and then...

Then he was stunned.

Ah this!

"No, it's...it's full! My [Niwan Palace] is completely filled?"

Fu Ze never expected that his [Niwan Palace] would be filled with spiritual energy!

It's full.

It's completely full!

As a result, the body stopped automatically absorbing spiritual energy.

Because it's already full, there's no more room to fit!

Since embarking on the path of Xuanmen cultivation at a young age, Fu Ze had never witnessed such a scene.

Despite his exceptional talent, he found it extremely difficult to absorb and store spiritual energy during his daily cultivation.

He needs to expend ten times the effort of others just to barely retain a few wisps of spiritual energy within his acupoints. A couple of simple spells or a single talisman are all it takes...

He was born with a bright mind, but his mind was often empty inside.

In the path of magical cultivation, he is like an electronic product that has never been fully charged, a mobile phone that is always running in low power mode.

Perhaps it is precisely because of this that Fu Ze has mastered Chinese martial arts to this level.

Now, his "battery" is fully charged.

"Haha, hahaha!"

Fu Ze was overjoyed and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

He felt a sense of exhilaration, as if he had broken free from constraints and escaped a cage, with everything under his control.

Although he knew that perhaps only in this "other world" would he be free from the strange nightmare, and his meridians would not be damaged or his spiritual energy would leak out while he slept.

Once you return to your original world, things will probably be the same as before.

But it's okay!

Being able to experience this feeling of breaking free from constraints and not being suppressed is already exhilarating.

After a moment, Fu Ze calmed down.

He stroked his chin, deep in thought.

"If I improve my magical skills in this world, will I regress when I return?"

Logically speaking, it shouldn't be like that.

"After all, in my original world, I only suffered from damaged meridians and leakage of spiritual energy, which made it difficult to improve my cultivation. But the cultivation I had already acquired was not suppressed."

"It seems I'll have to work twice as hard at my cultivation in this world!"

Fu Ze's gaze hardened.

but……

He still doesn't know how or what conditions he needs to meet to return to his own world.

"This damn [Decree of All Heavens] doesn't even have a detailed instruction manual!"

But Fu Ze wasn't worried.

Firstly, he didn't actually have much to worry about in his original world.

My parents are nowhere to be found, and my grandfather has passed away.

I don't have any close relatives.

I do have a few friends, but it's not to the point where I'd be ready to die if I couldn't go back.

The worst outcome is simply staying here.

Secondly, the [Decree of the Heavens] itself is actually quite clear...

[Inspector of All Worlds: The one who holds this decree shall patrol and guard many worlds, upholding peace and eliminating evil and demons.]

From this perspective, not only will they definitely be able to return to Fu Ze's original world, but they will also be able to go to many more different worlds in the future!

At this moment...

Bang, bang, bang.

There was a knock on the door.

"Brother Fu, are you awake? I heard your voice just now."

Fu Ze quickly walked over and opened the door.

Then I saw Feng hope's tired face.

He's over sixty years old. Having experienced the pain of losing his granddaughter, and then learning last night that she was murdered, he probably didn't sleep a wink all night. He looks much older than his actual age.

Feng hope cupped his hands in greeting.

"I apologize for the intrusion. I heard some noises coming from Brother Fu's room, and I was thinking of inviting him to have breakfast together. I hope I haven't disturbed you?"

Glug glug.

Fu Ze's stomach growled again.

He fought the female corpse yesterday, which really exhausted him. In addition, he practiced the "Hum and Ha" breathing technique for an hour afterward, breaking through to the Dark Force level in one fell swoop, which further depleted his energy. He was already starving.

However, his attention had been focused on cultivation, and it wasn't until Feng hope knocked on the door that he realized what was happening, and a wave of hunger washed over him.

He rubbed his stomach a little embarrassedly.

"I was indeed hungry. Martial arts practitioners expend a lot of energy and always feel like they can't get enough to eat."

"Young Master Fu, you've done me the honor."

Feng hope made a "please" gesture.

The two headed towards the dining hall.

Without Fu Ze asking, Feng hope took the initiative to recount what happened after Fu Ze returned to his room last night...

He had barely left when the police arrived.

When they saw the scene, they were all terrified and turned pale.

Feng hope and Feng Wencai told the police about the situation, informing them that the murderer had been killed and that they no longer needed to concern themselves with it.

They were also instructed not to spread the word, lest it cause trouble.

The police officers, naturally, were unwilling to provoke Feng hope, this local gentry and bully—their style of doing things was "better to avoid trouble than to cause trouble."

Feng hope had his servants give some money to the police officers and then send them back.

The more troublesome part is dealing with the bodies of Feng Xiaoqi and Han Weihong.

Feng Wencai stated that the bodies of Xiaoqi and her son had lost all traces of malevolence and could be buried normally.

To avoid any unforeseen complications, the funeral was held immediately.

Because of the special circumstances, there is no need for relatives, friends, or villagers to accompany the deceased. Only Xiaoqi's parents will accompany them up the mountain.

So the Eight Immortals, despite their exhaustion and injuries, collected Feng Xiaoqi's body again, put it back into the coffin, and carried it up the mountain to be buried.

As for Han Weihong's body...

Feng Wencai also gritted his teeth at this scumbag and said there was no need to collect his body or bury him. He would just burn him to ashes in the field outside the courtyard.

After tonight's ordeal, Feng hope couldn't help but feel uneasy about witnessing the ghosts firsthand.

He worried that Han Weihong was so shameless and vicious in life, and if his body was not collected and buried, would he become a vengeful ghost and bring misfortune to the Feng family?

Feng Wencai reassured him that Han Weihong was killed by Feng Xiaoqi, who had transformed into a zombie, seeking revenge. At that time, Feng Xiaoqi was an extremely powerful zombie, her claws imbued with corpse energy, capable of directly harming the soul!

Therefore, this scumbag has long since vanished, and has no chance of becoming a vengeful ghost or being reincarnated.

Feng hope was relieved and personally lit the fire, burning Han Weihong's body to ashes...

……

Fu Ze listened to his story and was deeply moved.

Feng Xiaoqi came from a wealthy family, was loved by her elders, and was beautiful and educated, but in the end, she was murdered by villains and died young.

Fate is truly unpredictable!

……

When they arrived at the dining hall, Feng Wencai and the others were already there.

Last night we fought the corpse demon together, so we can be considered to have a "life-or-death" friendship.

In addition, Fu Ze's formidable strength earned him their awe.

The eight pallbearers became much closer to Fu Ze.

During the meal, Feng hope inquired about Fu Ze's future plans. He suggested that if Fu Ze wasn't in a hurry, he could stay at the Feng family mansion for a while to recuperate.

Fu Ze naturally declined.

He arrived in this world, freed from his constraints and shackles. No longer troubled by damaged meridians and the leakage of spiritual energy, he knew that the extraordinary power here far surpassed that of his original world…

This is the perfect time to travel around, cultivate oneself, witness the vast world, and improve one's own cultivation!

How could he possibly stay in a small village?

However, considering that he was still unfamiliar with this place, Fu Ze hoped to hear some useful information about this world from the people present.

After all, he wasn't entirely sure whether the "late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China" in this parallel world was the same as the one in his original world.

So he just blurted out a little lie without batting an eye.

Fu Ze claimed that his ancestral home was in Sichuan and Chongqing, and that his family was even considered well-off.

However, by his grandfather's generation, the family had fallen on hard times. So his father went to Southeast Asia to make a living when he was young.

Initially, his father also corresponded with members of the Fu family in China.

But gradually, the domestic situation became increasingly chaotic, and wars became more and more frequent.

On one occasion, a chaotic battle between warlords for territory affected the clan, causing them to flee and scatter to various places, losing contact with the Fu Ze family in Southeast Asia.

After years of hard work, Fu Ze's father finally settled down in Southeast Asia and amassed considerable wealth.

Unfortunately, he contracted the disease three years ago and passed away in a Western hospital in Malacca.

On his deathbed, his father urged him to return to China for a visit and to search for the family members who had been scattered during the warlord era…

"Because I was born in Southeast Asia, I was unfamiliar with the situation in China. My father's death was sudden, and there were many things to deal with."

"In addition, I had not yet mastered magic and martial arts at that time, and I was worried about safety, so I was delayed for a while. Not long ago, I finally took a ship from Malacca to Shanghai, and then came to Sichuan to find my relatives."

"But on the way, I was robbed by bandits. Although I killed them all with my martial arts skills, I lost all the money and supplies I had with me. I traveled through the wilderness and finally arrived near Fengjia Village."

"Therefore, I hope you can all tell me in detail what the overall situation is like in China right now? What are the different approaches in various regions? Besides the dangers of the mundane world and the evil spirits, what else should we be wary of?"

Fu Ze's words were perfectly reasonable and there was absolutely no reason to doubt them.

In fact, Feng hope and the others also felt that with Brother Fu's strength, there was no need for him to deceive them.

Everyone was quite moved, never expecting that Fu Ze was the son of a wealthy businessman from Southeast Asia, and that he had returned to China to find his relatives.

Feng hope said solemnly.

"Although I have lived in the countryside for a long time, my children do business in the town and county. They often talk to me about things outside and bring back newspapers, so I have some knowledge of the general situation in various parts of the country. I'll tell you about it now, Brother Fu..."

Feng Wencai patted his chest confidently.

"As for the general situation of the world, I certainly can't explain it as clearly as Master Feng. But if Young Master Fu wants to know about the affairs of the martial arts world, the various schools of thought, the extraordinary people, and the ghosts and monsters, I can also say a few words..."

Fu Ze quickly thanked him.

Listening to their stories, I began to get a vague idea of ​​the world I was living in.

It turns out that although the local customs and culture look similar, they are quite different from my original world of "late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China"!

This world is now in the "Republic of China" era, and it also uses the Western calendar.

But the timing seems to be different.

For example, right now, the world of this power is in 1913 in the Gregorian calendar.

However, the Republic of China had already existed for thirteen years.

This is because thirteen years ago, the Manchu dynasty fought a major battle with the foreigners, losing all its elite forces. It no longer had the power to suppress the various internal rebel forces.

Taking advantage of this opportune moment, the rebel army rose to power and completely destroyed the Manchu dynasty, establishing the Republic of China.

However, the Republic of China was not monolithic; it retained almost entirely remnants of feudalism. Many former high-ranking officials transformed themselves into prominent figures in the Republic of China…