I Can Replicate Martial Arts

On a rugged mountain path in the desolate wilderness, Wang Ping sat disheveled on a rock, panting heavily.

The Divine Envoy was gone!

The Divine Envoy’s disciple had also disappeared.

’This damn Demon Sect!’

’This is a complete scam!’

’I’m cutting ties with these people as soon as I get back. Wouldn’t it be much better to just be a director in peace?!’

"Fuck, why is there no signal? Am I going to starve to death out here?!"

Wang Ping grumbled. Just as he was about to get up, he suddenly felt a cold, sinister wind brush past him from behind, sending a chill down his spine.

His neck stiffened. ’Out here in the middle of nowhere... could it be some kind of demon or ghost?’

He had been on edge all day, and his nerves were completely shot.

Wang Ping tried to control his breathing. His eyes sharpened. He suddenly lunged forward into a roll, grabbed a rock from the ground, and twisted around. WHOOSH! He hurled it at the target.

The series of movements was astonishingly swift.

"Why are you running, Director Wang?"

A woman’s low, eerie voice slowly sounded, tinged with a chilling coldness.

Wang Ping was startled. He looked up and saw Luo Min holding out a slender arm, catching the thrown rock in one hand. With a gentle squeeze...

...the rock turned to powder and drifted down with a soft rustle.

"You’re alive?"

Wang Ping was overjoyed. "That’s great! You have no idea, you were in there for two whole days. I was scared to death."

"Were you hoping I’d live, or hoping I’d die?"

Seeing that his expression didn’t seem fake, Luo Min narrowed her eyes.

"Of course I was hoping you’d live! I’ve got a whole film crew to manage. If you died, I wouldn’t be able to control them."

Wang Ping let out a long sigh of relief. Oblivious to the change in Luo Min, he was about to saunter over to her side.

Suddenly, Luo Min’s eyes turned pitch-black. In an instant, a Spirit Shock shot through his eyes and straight into his mind.

"Hiss—ah!"

Wang Ping cried out in agony. A moment later, he was kneeling on the ground, drenched in sweat.

"From now on, I am the Phantom Divine Envoy!"

An inscrutable smile played on Luo Min’s lips.

"Greetings, Divine Envoy!"

Enduring the intense pain, Wang Ping prostrated himself on the ground, bowing to Luo Min.

"Rise, Director Wang. In the future, I will be relying on your help with the sect’s affairs."

Luo Min said coldly.

"It is my honor to serve the sect. Divine Envoy, what is our next step?"

"I need to enter seclusion. You are to appease the believers in the sect. Keep a low profile for now, and do not recruit new followers..."

"Yes, Divine Envoy!"

In the pitch-black night sky, the brilliant river of stars unfurled across the heavens like a vast scroll. Under the cover of darkness, two figures suddenly vanished into the wilderness.

...

The winters in Jeju were exceptionally cold, not much warmer for being surrounded by mountains on three sides.

Zhao Rui’s tutoring class was already in its second session.

The students’ reviews of him were fantastic, and the parents were even more effusive with their praise.

The reason was simple: his teaching was perfectly tailored to each student’s needs.

It seemed there wasn’t a single school of Martial Arts he didn’t know.

He could always pinpoint and correct a child’s problems, allowing their skills to improve dramatically after just a short period of training.

These students had their own competitions within their circles, and it was obvious at a glance whose performance had skyrocketed.

Over time, there wasn’t a single student in all of Lixia District, or even the neighboring districts, who hadn’t heard of the new coach, Zhao Rui.

Most importantly, he was selective.

He didn’t accept just anyone, and he only taught them once.

How much they could improve was purely up to their own potential and fortune.

This immediately boosted his prestige.

Not to mention, Zhao Rui was a Grandmaster Level expert.

"Coach, how much do you charge to take on a disciple? Don’t worry, we can afford any price. I have a two-story building on the main commercial street that I haven’t rented out. If you need it, you can just use it..."

A wealthy parent, his chubby son in tow, said to Zhao Rui with an eager, fawning expression.

His son had studied with Zhao Rui for one session, and in just twenty days, he had gone up a whole Level.

Moreover, his practical combat ability was especially strong, and he had an excellent grasp of the strengths and weaknesses of the Martial Arts he had learned.

This parent, desperate for his son to succeed, wanted him to become Zhao Rui’s direct disciple.

He wasn’t short on money, but a good teacher was hard to find.

Previously, his son had studied at a Martial Arts Hall that also had a Grandmaster Realm expert, but that person was incredibly arrogant and put on airs.

He accepted disciples in name but didn’t actually bother with them at all.

He just handed them off to the Martial Arts Masters under him.

It was only after hearing about Zhao Rui’s Grandmaster Realm status that he had signed his son up for a session, just to give it a try.

The results were surprisingly good, which gave him the idea of having his son formally become a disciple.

His words immediately resonated with the other parents waiting to pick up their children. One by one, they came forward to ask Zhao Rui how their child could become his disciple.

Zhao Rui had no intention of taking on disciples.

’I’m still just a half-baked amateur myself.’ Of course, that was only his own opinion.

In the eyes of others, he was a bona fide Grandmaster Realm powerhouse.

"I’m sorry, but I’m not accepting disciples. I’m still a student myself. If I decide to in the future, I’ll let everyone know."

Zhao Rui smiled as he explained this to his patrons.

Hearing this, some of the parents gave up, but others felt that their offers probably just weren’t sincere enough.

And so, that evening, Zhao Rui’s phone rang with more than a dozen calls from parents inviting him to dinner.

They were all from those same parents.

Zhao Rui, of course, refused them all directly.

Seeing Zhao Rui’s refusal, some parents simply started stating their terms over the phone.

For example, if he accepted their child as a disciple, they would give him a million in cash and a building on a main street.

They offered to establish a proper Martial Arts Dojo for Zhao Rui free of charge, providing both the money and the location.

One parent was even willing to give Zhao Rui ten percent of their company’s shares, with an estimated value of several tens of millions.