Martial Arts Master

In an old-fashioned tea house, there was a group of people.

Men and women, of different ages, all sat on cushions with reverence, watching an old man seated before them, listening to every word he spoke.

"My spirit is sorrowful, I must speak. My heart is troubled, I must pour out my grief."

"Wrath kills the foolish, jealousy kills the infatuated."

"Do not follow the counsel of the wicked, do not stand in the path of sinners, do not sit in the seat of mockers."

"Whoever desires to live, to love long life and enjoy prosperity, must restrain their tongue from evil and their lips from deceitful speech."

The old man spoke continuously, uttering words that seemed to admonish the world. The crowd listened intently, some even taking notes with pen and paper.

Listening to the words from the old man's mouth, which were nothing more than stolen doctrines from a sect of a man who was crucified, and stolen without any modification, these people actually took them as divine pronouncements from the Spirit God.

A bunch of idiots.

Ren Ziling thought to herself.

She was among the crowd, but sat at the very back. She subtly reached into her collar and turned a miniature camera, trying to capture the old man at the front, whom these people called the 'Spirit Master'.

This was a rare opportunity she had painstakingly worked to infiltrate the organization, so she needed to seize this chance to expose the organization called 'Spirit God Truth'.

"I come from nothingness, and to nothingness I shall return; life itself is but an illusion."

The old man called 'Spirit Master' in front suddenly opened his eyes and waved his hand gently, saying, "All beings suffer, why not shed your clothes?"

Why not shed your clothes?

At the Spirit Master's cue, everyone present put on solemn expressions, stood up, and began to undress, leaving nothing behind.

"Why not cleanse each other of our sins?"

The crowd began to embrace one another...

Ren Ziling initially felt uneasy, but now she was truly terrified. She figured she couldn't stay any longer and planned to slip away while everyone was looking forward and hadn't noticed her.

After all, what she had managed to film was explosive enough, and sufficient to define this organization as illegal and requiring shutdown.

But just as she was quietly opening the door and slipping into the hallway, two burly men approached her. One of them sneered, "Trying to leave already? The Spirit Master's sermon isn't over yet."

Ren Ziling took a small step back, forcing a smile. "I'm just a mortal, I can't understand these grand principles. I don't plan to do this anymore. If you two gentlemen like it, please continue... you'll probably enjoy the show inside more."

"Then let's go together," the other burly man said with a sinister laugh. "We knew you were infiltrating us long ago!"

Ren Ziling was startled. Without thinking, she ran towards the other end of the hallway, only to have two more burly men rush out from that direction as well.

With four burly men closing in from both sides, Ren Ziling took a deep breath and shouted, "You'd better not mess with me! Do you think I'd dare come here without any preparations? Let me tell you, I've already contacted the po— Damn it!!"

But the four burly men didn't listen at all, and simultaneously lunged at Ren Ziling.

Ren Ziling nimbly dodged left and right, even kicking one of the burly men twice. "Tsk, I'm not someone you can push around!"

Saying that, Ren Ziling decided not to tangle with these four men. She leaned on the railing with one hand and flipped over, jumping from the second floor of the tea house down to the main hall.

This tea house was the organization's stronghold and wasn't open for business at all, so no one saw her actions.

Ren Ziling landed lightly and, without a second thought, intended to flee through the door.

However, after only a few steps, Ren Ziling felt her legs suddenly weaken, and she fell directly to the ground. She looked up and saw the Spirit Master emerging from the room, wearing only pants and revealing a strong, muscular physique, nothing like an old man should have.

The Spirit Master had a terrifying aura. He formed a strange hand seal in front of his chest and then shouted indignantly, "Useless! You can't even catch a woman, and you have me do it myself! Hurry up and bring her back!"

What's going on? Ren Ziling was stunned. She felt her legs completely numb and devoid of sensation, and she looked in horror as the four burly men charged down from upstairs.

She pushed herself up with her hands on the ground, trying to crawl away, but her hands also became numb. Her entire body felt as if it were filled with lead, rendering her immobile.

"Hahaha! Master, this woman is much prettier than those idiotic believers!"

One of the burly men walked up to Ren Ziling, rubbing his hands together with a lecherous look on his face. He reached out, intending to grab Ren Ziling's chest.

Damn it... I should have really called the police before coming...

Ren Ziling looked at the burly man with helplessness, but her strong nature persisted. Although she anticipated a terrible fate, she was still thinking about how she could escape.

At times like this, one needed to remain calm.

"Take your dirty hands off!" Ren Ziling suddenly glared at the burly man.

The burly man was startled and his hand stopped for a moment. But realizing he was being intimidated by a defenseless woman, he became enraged and grinned menacingly, "I'll make you cry later!"

He wasn't going to stop his hand.

Those full, ample breasts were about to be toyed with carelessly, and the burly man's eyes even showed excitement.

Unexpectedly, at that very moment, a sharp pain shot through the burly man's arm... as if it had been struck hard by something!

The burly man even felt like his arm bone had been broken!

It was a long black staff... no, it should be a black walking stick.

The burly man cried out in pain and quickly retreated two steps. He then saw that beside Ren Ziling, at some point, as if appearing out of nowhere...

There was a strange figure dressed in black, wearing a clown mask and a tall top hat.

"Who... are you?"

Essentially, different voices all rang out at the same time. Ren Ziling asked with surprise, and the Spirit Master beside her also frowned.

"Call me... cough, um, call me Clown."

Just wearing a clown mask and calling himself Clown? Wasn't that a bit too casual?

Of course, these were Ren Ziling's internal thoughts... but she couldn't dwell on them. The Spirit Master snorted coldly and said, "Hmph, whether you're Clown or whatever... grab this idiot who wants to play the hero for me!"

The remaining three burly men lunged at Clown simultaneously.

Unexpectedly, Clown merely waved the black cane in his hand casually. Each strike was precise, and the force behind them was terrifyingly immense. The cane merely brushed against the men's bodies before sending them flying.

It wasn't just a little flight; they were sent flying several meters away!

In just over ten seconds, the burly men were all lying on the ground, groaning in pain.

At this moment, Clown looked towards the Spirit Master on the second-floor corridor.

The Spirit Master's expression shifted slightly, cold sweat trickling down his back as his hands quickly began forming hand seals in front of his chest again.

Unexpectedly, Clown's black staff suddenly swept across a nearby tea table, striking a white teacup. The teacup shot out like a runaway wild horse, accurately hitting the Spirit Master's wrist bone.

The small teacup even shattered upon impact, and the Spirit Master let out a scream as his wrist bone was directly crushed.

Beneath the clown mask, Luo Qiu smiled with satisfaction.

Although it was merely an application of telekinetic-like abilities for moving objects from a distance.

It really felt like a 'martial arts master,' and this style was quite good