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

Upon hearing He Wenbin's words, Wang Xinren's ghost glared with venom and roared in anger.

"It's his fault! It's all his fault, all his fault!"

Fu Ze frowned slightly.

Could it be that the ghost named Wang Xinren was killed by He Yuan?

But Fu Ze didn't quite believe it.

The saying goes, "A string of lies." Once a person becomes a ghost, their soul is incomplete and their memories are confused. So, even if they don't lie intentionally, what they say may not be true.

The condition of most ghosts is actually somewhat similar to that of Alzheimer's disease.

It possesses some intelligence, but it is not fully developed.

Fu Ze stared at it.

"Then tell me, how did He Yuan harm you?"

This……

Wang Xinren mumbled something unintelligible.

But this only made it more resentful and angry.

It let out another eerie roar, accompanied by wisps of black energy, and lunged at the unconscious He Yuan beside it.

snort!

Fu Ze said coldly, displeased.

"You dare to be so presumptuous in front of me? You must be bewitched."

As he spoke, he pushed off with his toes, bent his knees, and pounced forward like a tiger.

The speed was so fast that Xu Xinyi and his two companions at the door only saw a blur before their eyes.

The person had already arrived in front of the ghost.

"So fast!"

It was also taken aback.

Although becoming a ghost results in a fragmented soul and a decline in cognitive and emotional control, at least one still knows the speed of a normal person.

How could anyone be like Fu Ze, covering three to five meters in a flash, leaping from the doorway to the window and traversing the entire room!

The moment Fu Ze arrived in front of the ghost, he lowered his hips and shoulders, unified his strength, and charged at it with his fist close to his waist and ribs.

This is the first movement of the "Vajra Eight Forms" in Bajiquan, called Stepping Forward and Supporting Hammer, also known as Stepping Forward and Rushing Fist.

Simple and direct, wild and violent.

boom!

Fu Ze's punch created a crackling sound in the air, his fist covered with a wisp of spiritual energy, and struck Wang Xinren's chest accurately.

The ghost was sent flying backward again, crashing into the wall. Black energy emanated from it, like a swirling mass of ink.

Their figures began to blur.

It was clear that his soul was about to dissipate.

It was terrified.

"Why...why are you so cruel? You Taoists are supposed to be compassionate, aren't you? How come you hit me so hard? You don't even try to reason with me."

When Wang Xinren was alive, he also watched some supernatural movies and read some supernatural novels.

The powerful figures inside who can catch ghosts and exorcise demons are all compassionate!

?

A question mark appeared above Fu Ze's head.

"Little kid, you've turned into a demon and are harming people, why should I reason with you? Did I eat too many mushrooms from Yunnan and get poisoned?"

He showed no mercy, lunging forward once more and unleashing a powerful "Vajra Mountain Split" strike.

This is one of the most ferocious moves in Bajiquan, with force as strong as an axe, smashing fiercely.

It is said that Li Shuwen once used this move to smash the skull of an adult water buffalo!

Fu Ze is certainly far from reaching that level.

However, with the sorcerer's spiritual energy wrapped around his fist, he could still easily shatter the demon's soul...

Before Wang Xinren could say anything, he was smashed to pieces by a punch.

It turned into large plumes of black smoke, floating in the air.

At the same time, the ancient jade pendant hanging around his neck suddenly trembled.

Fu Ze's heart also stirred.

"They're here!"

Every time he eliminates something evil, the ancient jade left by his grandfather will react, absorbing all the remaining negative energy.

This time was no exception!

The yin energy left behind after Wang Xinren's ghost dissipated was instantly absorbed by the ancient jade on his chest.

Then peace returned.

Fu Ze didn't think much of it.

After all, this has happened nine times before, and this is the tenth time.

At first, Fu Ze was very excited and looking forward to it—his grandfather said that this ancient jade had mysterious power, so would absorbing this negative energy give him some special abilities?

But the first time, the second time, the third time... each time Gu Yu only absorbed the remnants of the evil spirits that he had completely defeated, and then nothing happened.

Once you do it too many times, you lose all feeling for it.

This applies to everything.

It doesn't matter whether the other party is a fairy or an ancient jade.

Of course, if you really want to find something "magical" about it!

After absorbing the negative residue, this ancient jade will acquire some fragmented memories of the other party, which will play out before Fu Ze's eyes like movie clips from a "first-person" perspective...

……

"Ren, want to play basketball together after school this afternoon?"

The cheerful and outgoing He Yuan invited his classmate Wang Xinren to play ball.

"No, I need to do a physics test paper."

"Oh dear, there are two hours of self-study time in the evening, you have time to work. How can you study well if you don't get enough rest? I'm not as diligent as you, but I still got better grades than you, didn't I? Trust me, let's go play basketball."

When Wang Xinren heard "did better than you on the test," his heart skipped a beat, and a hint of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.

But He Yuan put his arm around his shoulder and walked away laughing.

……

The scene shifts to a middle-aged woman with a weary expression screaming hysterically.

"Why did you only get fifth place in the class this month? Why only fifth place! You good-for-nothing, I work so hard every day to earn money to support your studies."

"Didn't I tell you you have to be number one?! If you don't get number one, your life is over. You'll be begging on the streets!"

clap clap!

Two slaps landed on his face.

Wang Xinren's face immediately swelled up, and he was crying too.

"Mom, I'm sorry. I'll definitely get first place in the next monthly exam!"

He opened the monthly exam paper; the big question he got wrong was actually in the mock exam. He was wrong; He Yuan was right.

"He Yuan, if you hadn't made me play basketball, I definitely wouldn't have made a mistake!"

……

"He Yuan, it's your birthday this weekend. Are you sure you want to invite Wang Xinren? He's eccentric, unpopular, and poor. Where would he get the money to buy you a birthday present?"

"Oh, we're all classmates, and he's even my deskmate. I don't think he has many friends; he must be lonely. I'm the class monitor, so it's my duty to help unite the students."

"He Yuan, be careful he doesn't appreciate your kindness."

"I know, I know, don't always think the worst of people. I invited everyone to my birthday party, not to receive gifts. Everyone knows his family is poor... Oh, Xinren, you're here?"

When Wang Xinren arrived, he overheard He Yuan say, "Everyone knows his family is poor," and immediately clenched his fist.

How awful!

It turns out that damned He Yuan, who pretended to be my friend, secretly disliked me for being poor and spread rumors about me everywhere! She would even deliberately drag me into her games to make my studies worse!

……

The scene changes.

Wang Xinren knelt on the cold ground, and his mother poured a bucket of water over him.

"You didn't get first place again! I spent 2000 yuan on tutoring for you this month, 2000 yuan! That's money I saved by skipping dinner for months. I even developed stomach problems from hunger, all for you. Wake up!"

"Since we're poor, we have to study hard and strive to be number one in everything we do; it's the only way out!"

"Look at your deskmate He Yuan, her family is so well-off, yet she still gets first place. Have you not been studying hard? If you don't study hard, you'll be punished! I'm doing this for your own good."

He Garden, it's He Garden again!

……

I had a high fever of 40 degrees Celsius over the weekend.

My eyes are blurry, I can't even see the questions clearly.

He Yuangang wanted to lie in bed for a while, take a break, and then take another pill.

The door opened, accompanied by an angry voice.

"Sleeping? You're sleeping! You little brat, sleeping in broad daylight!"

"Mom, I'm sick. I want to sleep for a while."

"You get countless chances to sleep in life, but you only get one chance to take the college entrance exam!"

"Mom, I'm under so much pressure! I, I..."

"I work three jobs every day, don't I feel a lot of pressure? I start my sanitation work at five in the morning, and my ears and hands are covered in chilblains. You don't start class until seven, and you're in the classroom sheltered from the wind and rain, living a more comfortable life than a pampered prince."

"But Mom, I have a high fever, I'm really sick."

"Missing one question could mean losing a few points on the college entrance exam. A few points less could mean losing your whole life! Even if you get sick, you can tough it out. When we were young, we all worked while sick."

"...Okay, I'm not resting."

……

Rainy night, rooftop.

"I'm so tired, I don't want to come back in my next life."

Whoosh... Bang!

……

Memorial service.

"Waaaaah, you unfilial son! It wasn't easy for your mother to raise you, and you just...waaaaah!"

"Auntie, please accept my condolences."

He Yuan and her classmates also came, their expressions filled with grief.

A cloud of black smoke, invisible to the naked eye, was condensing and taking shape.

"It's all your fault, all your fault! It's all your fault, your fault, that's right, it's all your fault! Why don't you study hard and get all this? You have to study hard to deserve what you have!"

Wang Xinren's resentment and unwillingness finally transformed into a ghost, lunging towards He Garden...

……

……

Ugh!

Fu Ze opened his eyes and sighed deeply.

"Well, that's a difficult thing to say."

In reality, only a few seconds had passed, and he probably already knew the whole story.

Fu Ze truly didn't know who was right and who was wrong in this tragedy.

He Wenbin saw Fu Ze standing still with his eyes closed and didn't dare to come over.

Only now did they step forward, looking at He Yuan, who was lying unconscious on the bed, with heartache.

He asked cautiously.

"Mr. Fu, this ghost... my son..."

Qin Yourong's eyes were filled with tears.

"Mr. Fu, what mistake did my son make? If it really was his fault, we will not cover it up."

It's clear that the couple are respectable people and quite reasonable.

Fu Ze shook his head.

"It has nothing to do with your son, it's not his fault. If you have to say there's a fault, then tell him not to be so loving and naive in the future."

"Everyone has their own path to walk. If you rashly intervene in someone else's cause and effect—even if it's with good intentions—you should be prepared to suffer the consequences."

Mr. and Mrs. He Wenbin seemed to understand but not quite, but they nodded repeatedly.

Xu Xinyi also came over, chuckling.

"Is it really over? I hope He won't have any lasting effects?"

He also got to the heart of the He family couple's question.

The ghost was eliminated by this young "master", but will the son suffer any lasting health problems after being possessed by the ghost for so long?

Fu Ze answered.

"Don't worry, you'll wake up after a short nap. You might just be a little weak for a few days, with a decreased appetite and excessive sleepiness, similar to the recovery period from a cold. You'll be fine after some rest. You can eat some nutritious foods, like free-range chicken or lamb."

Qin Yourong quickly wrote it down.

Xu Xinyi gave He Wenbin a wink, and the latter immediately understood.

"Mr. Fu, would it be convenient for me to give you your bank account number? I'll transfer the money to you right now."

"Okay, I'll send it to you."

He Wenbin took action on the spot, and one minute later...

Ding!

Fu Ze received a text message on his phone.

[China Merchants Bank] Your account 318X received a transfer of RMB 500000.00 from our bank on April 19th. The payee is He Wenbin. The note reads: "Many thanks to Master Fu for saving my son's life!"

Fu Ze was in a good mood.

"Indeed, he's a man of principle. He's decisive and doesn't renege on his debts in the slightest."

Uh……

In reality, after truly witnessing Fu Ze's methods, it's unlikely that anyone would even consider renegeing on their debts.

How stupid would someone have to be to renege on their debt after witnessing the other party use esoteric techniques to catch ghosts and exorcise evil spirits?

This kind of villain wouldn't even be written in a short drama!

Qin Yourong, who had just come to her senses, smiled through her tears and handed over a very thick red envelope.

Fu Ze was puzzled.

"What does Madam He mean by this?"

Qin Yourong spoke sincerely.

"The 500,000 yuan you just gave me was the agreed-upon reward. This red envelope is a mother's expression of gratitude to the person who saved her son's life. Please accept it, sir."

She really knows how to get along with people!

Fu Ze had no reason to refuse and gladly accepted.

After receiving profuse thanks from He Wenbin and his wife, they left together with Xu Xinyi.

As soon as he got in the car, Xu Xinyi joked.

"Little Fu, this deal made a fortune! Shouldn't you treat me to a big meal and a bottle of good wine? I'll have Moutai!"

Fu Ze nodded with a smile.

"Okay, I didn't ask... Huh?"

He suddenly felt the ancient jade on his chest become scorching hot.

It was like a red-hot branding iron.

Even through his clothes, the heat stung his skin.

Furthermore, a mysterious aura emanated from the ancient jade, creating a certain connection with him.

"What happened? Did you get injured while catching ghosts?"

Xu Xinyi was driving ahead and noticed something was off about his tone, so he became a little worried.

"It's nothing," Fu Ze replied readily. "On the contrary, I had some insights into cultivation just now, and I need to hurry home to consolidate them. I'm sorry, Teacher Xu, I'll have to treat you to dinner another day."

Xu Xinyi said solemnly.

"What are you saying! Of course, cultivation is the most important thing. These days, life isn't easy for you either. I'll take you home right away."

He often hung out with Fu Ze, acting as an "intermediary," and learned a lot about Xuanmen cultivation.

For example, we are now in the Dharma-ending Age, where the spiritual energy of heaven and earth is almost exhausted, making cultivation a hundred times more difficult than in ancient times!

Let alone someone like Fu Ze who can use talismans to perform magic, even those who have awakened their spiritual awareness and can sense the existence of spiritual energy are extremely rare.

……

As soon as I got home.

Fu Ze immediately locked the courtyard gate and the room door, and sat cross-legged on the bed in the bedroom.

He took off the family heirloom jade from his chest and examined it closely.

At this moment, the white jade, originally as white as mutton fat jade, had a faint purple halo flowing across its surface. It possessed a solemnity and grandeur that was not usually seen.

"Could this be the great opportunity Grandpa spoke of?"

He vaguely understood.

Perhaps... this ancient jade needs to gather the negative energy of ten evil beings to possess its mysterious power!

But what exactly was the opportunity, what power?

"Let's try infusing it with spiritual energy."

Those who cultivate in the Xuanmen (Taoist school) should first infuse spiritual energy when faced with indecision!