I Can Replicate Martial Arts

Zhao Rui and his three companions landed on a cloud. Even though they had no intention of hiding, only a peerless master would have been able to spot them.

However, now that they had arrived in the territory of the Great Shang, Zhao Rui had no reason to conceal his presence.

Within this world, or even this entire Star Realm, there was no one who could make him feel threatened.

"King of Shang, my apologies for the intrusion as I pass through your treasured land!"

Zhao Rui stood tall and proud on the cloud-skiff, his hands clasped behind his back, as he called out with a clear laugh.

His voice was like a silken thread; though it passed through the strong winds, it reached the ears of Ji Yong’an, the King of Shang, with perfect clarity.

"I am humbled, Zhao Zhenren. Your arrival in this humble land is a blessing for the people of my Great Zhou that will last three lifetimes."

Ji Yong’an bowed and replied, his attitude one of utmost respect and deference.

"There is no need for such formality, King Zhou. I have come only to sightsee. I am the one causing the disturbance, so I hope you will forgive me."

"Not at all, not at all! It is a great honor that Zhao Zhenren has come... This humble king has prepared a simple banquet. I hope the Zhenren will deign to descend and grace us with his presence."

"Of course, of course."

Zhao Rui smiled, and with a wave of his hand, dismissed the cloud. He and the three women descended gracefully, like wandering Immortals, landing elegantly upon the mountaintop.

Seeing Zhao Rui’s magnificent bearing, the fiery ambition in Ji Yong’an’s heart burned even hotter.

’Why does one practice the Martial Dao?’

’It is to break through one’s own limits and achieve true freedom.’

’Since ancient times, what has been the most free?’

’Without a doubt, it is the Immortals. The Immortals of old, the Immortals of today—anything associated with the word ’Immortal’ is something people yearn for.’

No one in the world knew the depths of Zhao Rui’s Martial Dao cultivation. Even Ji Yong’an, who had briefly crossed hands with him before, could not fathom his foundation. He had lost before he could even scratch the surface of Zhao Rui’s power.

No one knew how profound Zhao Rui’s Martial Dao was, but everyone in the world knew of his carefree elegance, as graceful as an Immortal!

That posture, that ability to summon wind and rain with a wave of his hand, those miraculous techniques that blurred reality and illusion, that freedom where a world away was but a single thought.

All of it made people feel that he was an Immortal!

’To cultivate the Martial Dao to such a state is truly perfection.’

At this thought, the look in his eyes grew even more resolute.

"And this is?"

Zhao Rui looked curiously at the white-bearded man beside Ji Yong’an, who had also bowed to welcome him, and asked with some curiosity.

"If the Zhenren will permit me to explain, this man is the Guardian of the Central Ancient Land of the Pangu Continent. For a thousand years, he has steadfastly guarded the Ancient Land and never set foot elsewhere. That is why the Zhenren does not know of him."

"Oh, is that so? If he has guarded it for a thousand years, could it be that this Central Ancient Land holds some sort of mystery?"

Zhao Rui couldn’t help but feel puzzled. He had thought that besides the desolation of Manghuang, the Central Ancient Land only contained those Demon Beasts.

He never expected there to be a mysterious Guardian as well.

"Forgive me, Zhenren, but this is an ancient tenet of my clan. It cannot be known by anyone who is not destined..."

the white-bearded old man beside him said, clasping his fist.

Zhao Rui’s eyes narrowed slightly. Before he could react, the old man continued, "However, the Zhenren is a man of great destiny and also the Guardian of Blue Star. It is only right that you should know..."

Zhao Rui nodded lightly, showing little reaction to his flattery and pragmatism.

’The King of Shang knew I was coming to the land of Demon Beasts, yet he brought this man along. I wouldn’t believe it if you told me he didn’t have something on his mind.’

’I’ll just wait and see how things unfold.’

Zhao Rui was unhurried, content to let things take their natural course. Any conspiracy, any calculation of gain, ultimately comes down to one thing: strength.

Let them scheme all they want; in the end, it would be no more than a mantis trying to stop a chariot—a futile effort that would only make them a laughingstock.

"Well then, since that’s the case, why don’t we chat while we enjoy the banquet?"

With a smile on his face, Zhao Rui swung his long sleeves and strode forward with an air of nonchalance. Behind him, the three women followed with graceful steps, their figures lithe and elegant.

The King of Shang and the old man lowered their heads and exchanged a look, each seeing a flicker of resolve in the other’s eyes.