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

All because of a meal and a kind reminder.

Two lives were lost in an instant.

An old beggar and a young beggar, in this chaotic world, were as worthless as two weeds.

Fu Ze stood still, without saying a word.

He never imagined that his momentary compassion would indirectly lead to the deaths of two innocent people!

Fu Ze remained silent. His aura was chillingly cold, and his usually calm and composed eyes were now churning with immense anger and self-reproach.

The crowd watching the commotion seemed to sense Fu Ze's anger and hostility, and their voices quieted down considerably as they moved aside, taking a few steps away from him.

After a long while, Fu Ze sighed and muttered to himself.

"I was so stupid, really."

"I only knew that those soldiers and bandits were bad people who would oppress the people, but I didn't know they could be this cruel."

"It's all my fault. I'm such a foolish saint, I killed them both."

Before Fu Ze's eyes, the grateful eyes of the little beggar and his cautious reminder reappeared, as did the old beggar's trembling hand as he accepted the steamed bun...

The images kept flashing before his eyes like scenes from a movie, causing him a sharp pain in his heart.

Because of him, this grandfather and grandson, who were struggling to survive in the chaos of war, ended up with such a tragic fate.

"Oh……"

Fu Ze chuckled softly.

There was no warmth in his laughter, only icy killing intent.

The reason he didn't kill those five thugs before might be because, as a modern person, he had only been in this world for less than 24 hours and was still unable to adjust his mindset.

Perhaps they felt it was unnecessary, or perhaps they didn't want to cause any unnecessary trouble.

In short, he let the people go, and he was wrong.

Now, he must be killed!

An eye for an eye, blood for blood, a life for a life!

At this moment, Fu Ze's mindset subtly shifted.

He casually grabbed a man from the town next to him, speaking very softly.

"Friend, do you know where those thugs went?"

The man was initially impatient, but when he noticed Fu Ze's hand was like an iron clamp and saw his eyes, he trembled with fear and quickly answered.

"In that abandoned, dilapidated temple outside town, after killing those two beggars, they stole some money, wine, and meat, and they're drinking there!"

Fu Ze roughly knew where the dilapidated temple was outside the town; he had seen it along the way when he came to Sanshui Town this morning. It was on a small, not-so-high hill, about halfway up the mountain.

He released his grip and patted the man on the shoulder.

"Don't worry, you don't need to fear retaliation. Because soon there will only be five dead people left in the ruined temple."

"Also, here is some money. Please keep an eye on the bodies of the grandfather and grandson for me, and I will repay you when I return."

After saying that, Fu Ze stuffed a silver dollar into the man's hand and turned to walk out of town.

He was worried that if he arrived too late, the five thugs would no longer be in the dilapidated temple!

Fu Ze may appear to walk slowly, but his speed is actually extremely fast.

Each step is taken, covering a distance of three to five meters, creating a contrast between the visual and the actual.

Although he concealed his inner strength, the murderous intent emanating from the gate could not be hidden.

People along the roadside were so frightened by his appearance that they quickly moved away and dared not approach him.

In the blink of an eye, we were out of town and heading towards the small hill not far away...

……

It was just past noon.

The sun was blazing, and the sunlight gave people an inexplicable feeling of heat.

The mountain god temple outside the town was in a terrible state; the roof was broken, the windows were drafty, the walls were cracked everywhere, and weeds grew at the entrance.

Inside the temple, the already small mountain god statue has collapsed.

Near the shrine, there were scattered fallen candlesticks, empty oil lamps, and a shroud of cobwebs and dust.

I don't know if it's because even the mountain god is no longer effective in this chaotic world, so no one comes to worship, causing the temple to lose its incense offerings.

Five ruffians were sitting around the open space of the mountain god temple, drinking, eating meat, and cursing.

When talking about the incident of beating a grandfather and grandson to death not long ago, he laughed and didn't seem to care, even mocking the grandfather and grandson for being cowardly, showing no remorse whatsoever.

"That old bastard and that brat dared to tip off that pretty boy, they deserve to be beaten to death!"

"Exactly! But I didn't realize that pretty boy was so capable."

"We were careless and underestimated them. That pretty boy suddenly attacked us. Don't worry, once we've recovered tomorrow, we'll settle the score with him and kill him!"

"That's right! We brothers have crawled out of piles of corpses, are we afraid of some rich kid or pretty boy? To use the words of those big shots from back then, this isn't about being outmatched, it's called a strategic retreat!"

"Tomorrow, first thing tomorrow morning. Go straight to town, grab that pretty boy, and bury him alive!"

"Let's not talk about these unpleasant things anymore. Come on, let's drink! Let's celebrate getting our revenge!"

The scarred man leading the group held a wine bowl, laughing loudly, and was about to pour some into his mouth.

suddenly!

"boom--"

With a loud bang, the already dilapidated temple door detached from its frame and flew into the temple!

It flew horizontally from a distance of seven or eight meters, like a cannonball flying from a door panel.

Wood chips flew everywhere, creating a terrifying scene.

If someone were hit by it, they would probably die instantly with all their bones shattered.

The five thugs reacted quickly, rolling to the side on the spot...

Bang! *Click*

The wooden door crashed down on the spot where they had just been sitting, shattering into dozens of pieces.

As Scarface got up from the ground, he looked towards the door.

They saw the "rich young man" they were talking about standing at the door, backlit, surrounded by a cold murderous aura, his eyes indifferently staring at the five people inside the temple, his whole body exuding a fierce energy.

"How...how did you find your way here?"

Scarface was so frightened that he dropped his wine bowl on the ground, where it shattered with a crash, spilling wine all over the floor.

The other four thugs panicked as well.

They grabbed sticks and machetes from the sidelines, their expressions seemingly fierce, but their hands were trembling.

Fu Ze didn't say a word and stepped into the dilapidated temple.

Scarface finally realized what was happening, brandished his machete, and gritted his teeth.

"Pretty boy, it's either you or me today!"

Fu Ze chuckled and made his move!

This time, he showed no mercy.

The explosive power of Bajiquan is fully unleashed, every move is a killing move, showing no mercy whatsoever.

Head-on!

Mountain-splitting hammer!

Iron Mountain Lean!

Twin peaks piercing the ears!

……

When he was at the peak of Ming Jin, his punches and kicks had the strength of a thousand jin. An ordinary person would suffer broken bones and tendons immediately if they were hit by his fists.

Now, with the addition of hidden strength, dealing with these defeated soldiers who deserted is as easy as cutting melons and vegetables.

There was absolutely no suspense.

Inside the mountain god temple, screams echoed continuously, each one more heart-wrenching than the last.

After only a few breaths, there was no more movement.

The four vicious soldiers had been killed by Fu Zege and lay dead in pools of blood.

Only the scarred leader was still alive, his legs and arms broken and twisted into bizarre angles, like four large twisted ropes.

Fu Ze deliberately left him hanging, keeping him on the edge of life.

Scarface looked down at Fu Ze, his eyes filled with fear and regret, and he begged for mercy with his mouth agape.

"Master, sir... I was wrong, I really know I was wrong. Please forgive me. I was blind to your greatness, I was so foolish!"

Fu Ze looked down at him, his tone eerily calm, each word like a shard of ice.

"You don't know you're wrong, you're just going to die."

"You shouldn't have killed those poor old people and children."

"In chaotic times, life is cheap, and people are like weeds. But that doesn't mean you can trample on us!"

"Next life... oh no, none of you will have a next life. Because I will make sure you don't even have a soul left behind!"

Fu Ze's lips curled into a smile.

That's right!

In his family's book, "The Great Manifestation of Powerful Magic Techniques of the Southern Transmission of Maoshan Altar," there are spells that can make one's soul fly away!

But in the modern world, he felt that such methods were a bit excessive, so he never used them.

Now, it will come in handy.

Generally speaking, to achieve greater power and better results, it is necessary to rely on the blessing of talismans.

But these are just five ordinary people, and given that Fu Ze is currently extremely rich in spiritual energy, he can complete the task simply by using hand seals in conjunction with spiritual energy and incantations!

He formed a hand seal, and spiritual energy gathered.

Spiritual energy flowed through his fingertips, and a faint golden light appeared, carrying a chilling aura that suppressed evil spirits and obliterated souls.

Just as the hand seal was about to take shape...

"stop!"

A deep, resounding shout suddenly came from outside the temple gate.

Fu Ze frowned sharply, paused his hand seals, and turned to look at the door.

At the dilapidated entrance of the mountain god temple, an old Taoist priest with white hair and beard stood.

He wore a faded blue Taoist robe, with a silk sash around his waist, and held a whisk in his hand. He had a thin face and three long strands of beard hanging down to his chest, giving him a somewhat otherworldly and ethereal appearance.

He was surrounded by a faint spiritual aura, which, though not dense, was pure and steady, clearly indicating that he was a proper Taoist practitioner.

The old Taoist priest had obviously just arrived.

From his perspective, all he could see was Fu Ze standing amidst a pile of mangled corpses and pools of blood, his hands forming a hand seal, his spiritual energy sharp and intense, about to unleash a soul-destroying spell on the last survivor…

His brows were furrowed, his eyes filled with obvious dissatisfaction and rebuke. He flicked his whisk and spoke in a deep voice.

"Young man, you're so young, yet you're so ruthless!"

"In broad daylight, under the clear sky, killing several people is already a grave offense, yet they still resort to evil magic to obliterate their souls, ensuring they can never be reincarnated!"

"We cultivators should be compassionate, punish evil and promote good, and enlighten all beings, not so bloodthirsty and soul-destroying. How are we any different from evil cultivators and demons!"

The old Taoist priest spoke sternly, every word carrying a lecturing tone.

His gaze toward Fu Ze carried a hint of wariness and coldness.

After all, in the old Taoist's eyes, Fu Ze was now a wicked disciple who indiscriminately killed innocent people and used insidious methods.

Fu Ze was already seething with anger and self-blame, and when the old Taoist priest scolded him without even asking what happened, his anger surged even more.

His face darkened, and his tone became icy and biting.

"Old Taoist master, seeing is believing. You didn't see the cause and effect, so why did you immediately condemn me and call me a heretical cultivator?"

"seeing is believing?"

The old Taoist priest sneered and pointed his whisk at the corpse on the ground.

"All I see are corpses strewn across the ground, their deaths utterly gruesome. And you still want to use a soul-destroying evil technique? Isn't that enough? In my decades of cultivation, I have never seen a righteous person use such ruthless methods!"

"Your violent and bloodthirsty nature is not a good thing."

Oh?

Fu Ze was so angry that he laughed instead.

"What does the old Taoist priest mean?"

"Naturally, we will spare this last person. Then, you will return with me to Mount Luofu to receive my teachings."

He also vaguely sensed that Fu Ze's spiritual energy also belonged to the Shangqing School, only it was more ruthless and vicious, probably from a branch of the Southern Maoshan School...

Fu Ze sneered.

"Let this kind of scum go? You're kidding me!"

He ignored the old Taoist priest and turned to continue casting his spell, annihilating the souls of Scarface and the other four who had just died.

"stop!"

When the old Taoist priest saw that persuasion was ineffective, he took matters into his own hands.

He flipped his wrist, flicked his whisk in the air, and chanted a spell. Spiritual energy condensed at his fingertips, instantly transforming into several faint golden threads. Like living things, they carried a binding and suppressing power, wrapping around Fu Ze's body!

This is a binding spell from orthodox Taoist tradition. It does not kill, but only binds the enemy. It is clear that the old Taoist priest initially only intended to subdue the enemy and did not intend to kill them.

Fu Ze was slightly taken aback.

"Spiritual energy materialization? Impressive! Even a random old Taoist priest has this kind of ability. The strength of cultivators in this world is indeed much higher than in my own world."

Fu Ze was astonished. But he was in a fit of anger and had been wrongly accused of being an evil cultivator, so how could he possibly surrender?

In addition, he also had some intention of exchanging ideas, so he immediately said in a deep voice.

"Since the old Taoist priest is going to attack without even knowing the facts, then I'll experience the methods of a Taoist master!"

Without dodging or avoiding, he stepped into the Bajiquan stance, his body as steady as Mount Tai. With a jolt of his arms, his muscles and bones resonated, producing a crackling sound.

Faced with the golden magic ropes that were wrapping around him, Fu Ze did not use magic to resist, but instead directly used the hidden force of traditional Chinese martial arts!

He swung his double hammers horizontally in one strike.

"boom--"

The golden threads of spiritual energy struck his fist, and with a burst of hidden force, they were instantly shattered into pieces, turning into specks of spiritual light that dissipated into the air.

The old Taoist priest's pupils suddenly contracted, and for the first time, a look of shock appeared on his face.

"Huh?! You... your martial arts skills have reached such a high level?"

He never expected that this seemingly young cultivator in front of him not only possessed powerful spiritual energy, but also managed to break through magic with his bare body, demonstrating an astonishing level of martial arts cultivation!

Fu Ze pressed his advantage relentlessly, his steps quick and his movements as swift as a ghost, instantly closing in on the old Taoist priest.

Bajiquan is known for its fierce and violent style, as well as its close-quarters combat. Once you get close, its power is immense.

Moreover, in most cases, the physical bodies of Xuanmen sorcerers are not very strong...

They're only slightly better off than the average person.

It would be extremely dangerous if a martial arts master got close to you!

Of course, this is the situation in Fu Ze's original world. The situation in the next world still needs to be verified!

Lunge and elbow strike!

Horizontal punches, left and right!

Vajra splits the mountain!

As soon as Fu Ze got close to the old Taoist priest, he immediately launched one attack after another, each move swift and powerful, the air crackling with explosive force.

His attacks were extremely fast, with his inner strength concealed. They seemed effortless, but each strike could actually shatter bones and tendons.

The old Taoist priest was both shocked and furious, and quickly withdrew...