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

Fu Zegang had just eliminated a ghost, which greatly depleted his spiritual energy. Now, he only had 30% of his spiritual energy left.

He wasn't sure if this amount of spiritual energy was enough.

He released a faint wisp of spiritual energy, which flowed from his fingertips into the family heirloom jade.

The moment spiritual energy came into contact with the ancient jade...

With a loud bang!

Fu Ze felt as if a thunderbolt had struck his mind, leaving him somewhat dazed.

A brilliant purple light shone before my eyes.

The purple halo flowing across the surface of the family heirloom jade swirled and rose, countless purple clouds intertwining to form a blurred portal.

Before Fu Ze could react, the purple portal, with its irresistible power, sucked him in!

Swish!

The entire person, along with the ancient jade, disappeared from the house with the doors tightly locked.

……

……

For Fu Ze, all he felt was a blur before his eyes, and then he felt dizzy and weightless.

It felt like being thrown into a washing machine.

But this feeling only lasted for a second.

Then, his bottom suddenly sank down, and he sat down. The purple light in front of him dissipated, and his vision gradually cleared.

Fu Ze found himself sitting in the grass, surrounded by knee-high weeds. Nearby grew low bushes, and a little further away were lush forests and rolling hills.

The sun had already set in the west, its light and temperature no longer scorching. It shone a golden yellow, framing everything in the world with a fuzzy, golden edge.

White mist rose from the valley and formed a ribbon around the mountainside.

The world was serene and tranquil, bringing peace to the mind.

"Where have I been brought here? Is this still in China?"

Fu Ze stood up, his muscles tense, ready to engage in battle at any moment, and vigilantly observed his surroundings.

One second he was still in his bed at home.

In the blink of an eye, he collapsed in the unfamiliar wilderness.

Looking down at the ancient jade pendant on his chest, he saw that it had returned to normal. The purple halo no longer flowed across its surface, and it no longer felt hot to the touch.

Fu Ze often peruses ancient Xuanmen texts and knows that in ancient times, when the spiritual energy of heaven and earth had not yet been exhausted, the strength of cultivators was much greater than in modern society, and all sorts of magical methods and artifacts were abundant.

According to ancient records, there are some methods that can be used with the help of magical artifacts to instantly teleport people to other places.

Even during the Han, Tang, and Song dynasties, when cultivation was at its peak, Xuanmen practitioners with great magical power and supernatural abilities could only teleport people within a distance of a thousand meters.

But now...

Looking at the surrounding environment, let alone "a kilometer away", we might have to fight "a thousand miles away"!

and many more!

"Could I have... traveled through time?"

A thought suddenly popped into Fu Ze's mind.

He is, after all, a modern young man, and of course he reads online novels.

Although I don't read much because I'm usually busy, I'm very familiar with the various tropes in online novels.

If it really was time travel...

"Could this be the mysterious power, the incredible opportunity that Grandpa spoke of?"

This ancient jade pendant is said to have been passed down from my great-grandfather's master. If absorbing ten ghosts can allow it to transport its owner through time, then did my grandfather, great-grandfather, great-grandfather's master... or even earlier people who possessed this ancient jade pendant have time travel experience?

At least he felt that his great-grandfather and grandfather were definitely not alive.

Otherwise, how could he have ended up in such an ordinary situation?

Moreover, if they had traveled through time, there was no reason for them not to tell their blood relatives.

Even if they don't say it while they're alive, shouldn't they at least give their last words before they die?

But it didn't.

This also suggests that at least neither my grandfather nor my great-grandfather ever "wore" it.

However, during their prime, not only was the spiritual energy of heaven and earth more abundant, but it was also a chaotic world where human life was as worthless as grass!

Evil spirits roam freely, and malevolent forces are everywhere.

It would be incredibly easy for this ancient jade pendant to absorb ten ghosts.

Why was he the only one who successfully activated it?

Fu Ze couldn't understand it.

"However, I might be wrong. I didn't time travel? This thing simply moved me instantly from the city to the wilderness."

He held the pendant up to his eyes and tried to speak.

"system?"

"System, bro?"

"System Master?"

"A dog system?"

"say!"

"You came here to do this for me without saying a word, and then you just shut up?"

"Right, infuse it with spiritual energy!"

This is the go-to, all-purpose solution for cultivators of the Xuanmen sect when in doubt!

Inject! Inject hard!

However, when he focused his mind, he discovered...

"Holy crap, it's all gone! Not a single drop left? My spiritual energy has been completely drained!"

Fu Ze was dumbfounded.

He was born with damaged meridians, making it difficult for him to retain spiritual energy.

From childhood to adulthood, his grandfather and he himself tried every possible method and spent a lot of resources to adjust the energy through various metaphysical or technological means, barely managing to retain a very small amount of spiritual energy in the [Niwan Palace] acupoint—this is also the basis on which Fu Ze relies to cast spells.

But now, the Niwan Palace (a point on the lower abdomen) is completely empty.

I was completely drained.

This hasn't happened in many years, and it will take at least a month to recover!

Clearly, it must have been forcibly drained by this ancient jade during the "time travel" process.

call……

A gentle evening breeze blew, ruffling Fu Ze's hair, leaving him standing disheveled in the wind.

It took him a while to come to his senses.

"Forget it, I won't dwell on it. Without spiritual energy, I can't cast spells or be a sorcerer for now, but I'm still a martial artist!"

Fu Ze's boxing skills have reached the peak of Ming Jin (明劲).

Even with his bare hands, more than twenty strong men were no match for him.

In fact, without considering spiritual evil spirits, Fu Ze's fist techniques are more effective than his magic!

Even if Zhen encounters a spirit-like evil spirit, and he loses his spiritual energy and cannot defeat it, the spirit will not dare to do anything to him—the power of a martial artist's blood and qi is not to be trifled with.

"Let's find somewhere populated first. It's getting dark soon in this desolate place. We can't possibly spend the night here, can we? I didn't even bring my phone..."

He silently complained as he randomly chose a direction and started traveling.

I hope to reach a nearby village or town before sunset.

Fu Ze walked along the road.

He increasingly felt that he had probably traveled through time!

Because there were just too many wild animals along the way.

Pheasants and rabbits are everywhere, snakes, insects, and rodents roam the grass, and foxes and wolves occasionally dart through the woods...

If it weren't for the fact that his martial arts skills had reached the peak of Ming Jin, bringing about a comprehensive improvement in his physical fitness and five senses, he would probably be dead by now.

They walked until the sun was about to set, and the last rays of twilight were about to fade away.

Fu Ze finally saw signs of human habitation in the distance ahead.

It really is smoke!

White, straight, rising gently.

It should be cooking smoke.

You can still vaguely see thatched cottages and village houses.

"Great, finally there's a village. We don't have to spend the night in the middle of nowhere anymore, and..."

Glug glug!

Fu Ze's stomach was already protesting loudly.

As a martial artist, the daily food consumption is enormous.

In order to maintain a strong physique, one must consume a large amount of carbohydrates and protein at every meal.

If I miss a meal, I'll be starving.

Unless one has reached the level of "Transformation of Internal Energy," in which case one can eat dozens of kilograms of meat in one meal or go for several days without eating...

Fu Ze is still far from good enough.

He has now reached the peak of Ming Jin in his boxing skills and is in a stage where he must eat well and eat a lot at every meal.

"There's smoke coming from the chimney, which means they're cooking. I should be fine having a meal here, right? At worst, I can help with some heavy lifting."

Fu Ze quickened his pace.

Soon we arrived at the village entrance.

However, the situation was not as he had imagined.

A silence.

There was no one in the houses at the entrance of the village.

I don't know if the villagers go to bed early or what.

He observed that these houses were mostly wooden structures with red mud walls and thatched roofs. They looked very poor and backward.

"So, were they wearing anything or not?"

Fu Ze was still not quite sure.

After all, it's difficult to judge based solely on these village houses—even in modern society, some remote mountain villages are quite poor.

As he walked further, he could faintly hear some sobbing sounds drifting in the wind.

Ok?

Fu Ze frowned slightly.

"It sounds like a funeral procession... Has someone died in the village?"

He was an expert in this field and had a keen professional instinct.

So Fu Ze followed the direction of the sound and took a few quick steps.

Fu Ze spotted a three-story building ahead, surrounded by a large cement courtyard and a thick iron fence.

At this moment, the large iron gate of the courtyard is wide open.

Fu Ze took a look.

really!

From the center of the courtyard to the main hall, it was arranged to resemble a mourning hall.

The outer frame of the mourning hall was constructed of bamboo and covered with burlap. Above the entrance was a wreath with the character "奠" (meaning "offering" or "condolence") in black on a white background, and a couplet for mourning hung on either side.

In the center of the mourning hall was a long wooden table, on which lay a black-and-white portrait of a young woman, along with some candles and paper money. Behind the table was a large black coffin; its newly painted surface gleamed with an eerie sheen under the candlelight.

Fu Ze looked at the dark coffin under the dim candlelight from afar, and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

In the field of magic, he learned the orthodox Xuanmen from his grandfather since childhood, but he also did not neglect the folk crafts passed down in his family.

Coffin bearers, being a profession associated with the dead, have an instinctive sensitivity to evil spirits.

He didn't even need to get close; just a glance from afar was enough to tell that something was wrong with the person inside the coffin!

Moreover, it was fiercer than anyone he had encountered before!

"No way, no way? What the hell is this era? They can still come up with something this amazing?"

Fu Ze frowned slightly.

He looked around the courtyard and saw many figures moving about. Smoke was rising from the houses behind, presumably people were cooking for the mourners.

Ok!

If you want to get a full meal, you have to attend a funeral.

He didn't mind, as he already had a connection to this industry.

Moreover, although Fu Ze wasn't exactly a saint, he couldn't simply ignore something rather dangerous in the room...

Just then.

Suddenly, wisps of purple smoke rose from the ancient jade pendant on her chest.

In the air before his eyes, lines of ancient characters slowly coalesced.

The top eight characters.

[The mysteries of the heavens, the inspection of all ages]

"The Decree of the Gods has been activated, and its holder has been bound."

"By possessing this decree, one may patrol numerous worlds, safeguard peace, and vanquish evil and demons."

"It can deduce the cultivation methods of all realms to benefit oneself."

……

Fu Ze had a strange feeling that the words formed by the purple smoke in the air were something only he could see.

He read it through with great excitement and understood.

I must have really time-traveled!

This ancient jade pendant, passed down from my great-grandfather, is a token that allows one to traverse the heavens. Moreover, this token itself has a bias—in D&D terms, it's somewhat similar to a [Lawful Neutral] Judge.

The holder of this token is theoretically responsible for "punishing evil and promoting good, and eliminating evil and demons".

Of course, you can also enjoy the corresponding benefits.

The most direct benefit is that after eliminating evil entities, the token will automatically absorb their negative attributes, thereby granting the holder certain advantages. These advantages include, but are not limited to, gold and silver jewelry, rare medicinal herbs, or the provision of better cultivation techniques.

Simply put, kill monsters to get equipment!

"That's truly a great opportunity!"

Fu Ze felt a surge of heat in his heart.

The writing faded, the ancient jade pendant returned to its calm state, and Fu Ze strode into the courtyard and entered the mourning hall.

There were quite a few people in the mourning hall, about twenty or so.

The leader was an old man, wearing a slightly worn dark blue long gown over a black mandarin jacket with subtle patterns, made of fine cotton. He wore a jade thumb ring on his wrist and a chained pocket watch on his chest.

Fu Ze took one look and realized that this was the typical attire of a rural gentry from the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China.

"It seems I've transmigrated to a parallel world? Something like the late Qing Dynasty or early Republican era in my own world. No wonder the thing in this coffin is so ferocious. It hasn't even turned into a zombie yet, but just lying there, it exudes a murderous aura."

The late Qing Dynasty and early Republican era was a time of great turmoil and chaos.

With frequent wars and numerous deaths, the atmosphere of heaven and earth becomes murky, making it easy for all sorts of evil spirits to emerge.

"The fact that the old man wasn't wearing mourning clothes means that the person who died must have been his junior."

Fu Ze could guess from the fact that the portrait was of a young woman.

An elderly man who looked like a local gentry, along with a group of relatives, young and old, sat weeping beside the coffin—the sounds Fu Ze had just heard must have come from them.

As for the others, they were probably villagers who came to help, sitting around tables in various parts of the mourning hall courtyard.

In such villages, it's highly likely that the ancestors were the same people hundreds of years ago, and the villagers were all from the same village.

Besides the people who came to pay their respects, what caught Fu Ze's attention the most were the eight robust middle-aged men standing at the entrance of the mourning hall.

Their finger joints were large, and their hands were covered in calluses.

He was wearing straw sandals, coarse cloth clothes, and a white towel draped around his neck.

They also wore a hemp hat on their heads, which had two layers: a white inner hat and a red outer hat. It is generally called the "Eight Immortals Hat".

"Coffin bearers... All eight immortals are gathered? All eight look quite good, all experienced. In my own world's modern society, it would be very difficult to gather them all."

"It seems that the family holding this funeral probably knows that there's something wrong with the person in the coffin."

Fu Ze thought to himself.

This parallel world is indeed very similar to his original world!

At least for now, in terms of the "coffin bearers" part, the similarity seems to be at least 99%.