I Can Replicate Martial Arts

The sun rose as the moon set, the days turning into nights.

The biting frost grew heavier with each passing day. In the blink of an eye, the mountain forests had turned a withered yellow.

Before Laojun Cliff, dozens of young Daoist children in their early teens practiced their Martial Arts with energetic shouts.

Not far behind them, a group of young Daoists in their twenties were practicing with Peach Wood Swords, their blades whistling through the air.

Daoist Yun Hao stood on the high cliff with a longsword on his back, a look of satisfaction on his face.

"Zhao Rui, are you really planning to go back?"

"If I don’t, I’m afraid the school will expel me!"

Zhao Rui joked, then continued, "Don’t worry, I’ll come back to visit often. I’ve been here for the better part of half a year; I’ve grown attached to the place."

Hearing his words, Daoist Yun Hao laughed. "You’re an Elder of Qingcheng, of course you have to come back and visit often. If you don’t, I’ll have Senior Brother Yu go to Jeju to find you."

"Ha, don’t worry!"

After speaking, Zhao Rui’s expression suddenly turned serious. "Be extremely careful when the disciples are absorbing the Spirit Crystals. And you need to speed up the process of organizing those fragments of the Qingcheng Sword Sect’s Martial Arts."

Yun Hao nodded.

Ever since a huge pile of Crystal Stones appeared in the Crystal Stone Cave, Zhao Rui had started turning his attention to Qingcheng’s incomplete Cultivation Techniques.

As a long-established Martial Arts Sect, Qingcheng had no shortage of Martial Arts, but most of them had been lost to the dust of history.

Coincidentally, his system came with a completion function. As long as a Cultivation Technique was less than fifty percent incomplete, he could use the system to help restore it.

This way, he could not only increase his Advancement Points, but also enhance Qingcheng’s real power.

It was killing two birds with one stone.

"Enough talk. It’s not like I’m never coming back. I’m off!"

Zhao Rui waved, and accompanied by two Daoists, he descended Qingcheng Mountain.

「Half a day later!」

At the Jeju high-speed rail station, Zhao Rui, dressed in a Daoist Robe, casually strolled out of the exit.

"Zhao Rui, over here!"

At the entrance, Miao Miaomiao, dressed in a simple, light-colored autumn outfit, waved at him with a radiant smile.

Zhao Rui smiled at the sight and quickened his pace toward her.

"You look pretty sharp in that getup."

"Sharp, right? Guess I’ll just become a Daoist then, ha!"

"Okay!"

"Huh?"

"What’s wrong with becoming a Daoist? It’s not like they don’t get paid a salary."

"Er, you’ve got a point!"

Zhao Rui couldn’t help but let out a stunned chuckle. ’That’s a crafty angle.’

"Give me the car keys!"

Miao Miaomiao handed him the keys, and the two of them turned and headed for the parking lot, driving Zhao Rui’s Jeep back to school.

"Captain Zhao is back? You were gone for quite a while this time, Captain Zhao!"

"Captain Zhao, I heard you wrote the song for that popular new martial arts drama. You’re amazing, Captain Zhao!"

"Just something I whipped up!"

Zhao Rui smiled, took out two packs of cigarettes, and handed them to the security guards before driving through the school gate.

"Where did these cigarettes come from?"

On the campus driveway, Zhao Rui asked, turning his head to look at Miao Miaomiao.

He didn’t remember having any cigarettes in his car.

"I stole them from my dad!"

"...What a good kid!"

Zhao Rui chuckled mischievously.

Miao Miaomiao gave him a light, dissatisfied punch and huffed, "My dad told me to take you to dinner tonight."

"Let me make this clear beforehand, ha. I perform, but I don’t sell my body! Drinking is fine, but I’m definitely not staying the night!"

"Suit yourself!"

Miao Miaomiao snorted coldly and turned her head away in feigned anger.

「In a corner of Mingcan Courtyard!」

Shen Xinzhu stared coldly at Luo Min, her expression icy.

"You don’t need to stare at me. You don’t need to know where I got my Martial Arts! You, on the other hand... you’re clearly in the Grandmaster Realm, yet you pretend to be an ordinary Martial Artist. I’d say you’re the one with ill intentions."

Luo Min snorted coldly, staring back at her, not to be outdone.

"Oh? I have ill intentions? Then you can have the Patrol Office arrest me. But you... your Martial Arts are of a questionable origin. I’m afraid getting arrested would be the least of your worries."

"You’re courting death!"

"You think you can kill me?"

Luo Min’s almond-shaped eyes suddenly flew open, and a bizarre fluctuation of True Qi shot out from them, heading straight for Shen Xinzhu.

Shen Xinzhu was already on guard. Her figure flickered as she sidestepped the attack, simultaneously striking out with a palm toward Luo Min’s shoulder and neck.

Luo Min blocked with one arm held at an angle while her long legs instantly unleashed a chain of kicks. The immense force whistled through the air with a piercing sound.

Unhurried, Shen Xinzhu pressed down with both hands, using the force of the attack to launch herself into the air. At the same time, invisible True Qi shot from her palms.

"You’ve hidden your strength well!"

Luo Min moved with extreme speed, her figure blurring as she vanished from Shen Xinzhu’s attack range.

Shen Xinzhu reacted in a flash, dodging to the side. Luo Min’s claw strike missed her by a hair’s breadth.

The wind from the claw tore through the air with a sharp shriek.

Her first strike having failed, Luo Min’s figure flickered, her five fingers forming a hook-like claw as she pursued Shen Xinzhu.

Shen Xinzhu dodged behind a wall.

Luo Min followed close behind. Her ten fingers, like ten sharp blades, instantly plunged into the wall where Shen Xinzhu was hiding. The brick and stone crumbled as if it were soft clay, and cement dust burst from between her fingers, falling with a RUSTLE.

"You think you’re the only one who knows a Claw Skill? My Netherworld Ghost Claw is not to be underestimated!"

Shen Xinzhu no longer dared to hold back. She erupted with power, displaying a level of skill befitting the Grandmaster Realm.

Their ten fingers clashed, creating a sound like metal striking metal. In the somewhat silent side hall, the noise was exceptionally crisp.

"I don’t want to get involved in whatever you’re planning, but don’t you dare come looking for trouble with me!"

Luo Min’s pretty face was a mask of frost, her expression utterly cold.

"I can’t just let that go. I won’t be able to sleep at night with a dangerous person like you lurking around."

Shen Xinzhu’s Power was far more profound. Luo Min, who had only just advanced, was no match for her.

Now that she was going all out, she quickly and easily suppressed Luo Min’s techniques.

"What exactly do you want?"

"I don’t want anything in particular. I am, however, rather interested in how you improved your Martial Arts so quickly!"