I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 176 - 94: Don’t Take Me With You

Emei Green Cliff, one of the Nine Peaks, was the home of the Sword Sect.

A youth in green robes descended gracefully among them.

The old man arrived shortly after.

The youth shoved Zhao Rui, tossing him to the old man, then started walking up the cliff.

"There are quite a few sword marks here. The techniques are sharp and fierce, not at all like what you’d expect from disciples of Buddhism!"

As the youth walked, he appraised the sword marks left on the surrounding rocks by previous generations.

These must have been carved by disciples during casual spars. Some had been eroded by wind and rain, fading into obscurity. 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

"The Swordsmanship of the Emei Sword Sect is one of intent. They claim their duty is to slay demons, eliminate evil, and uphold justice. Theirs has always been a sword of punishment."

"Slay demons and eliminate evil? Where are the demons? Where is the evil? Surely you don’t mean us?"

The youth sneered.

"The world is foolish. In this age, Spiritual Qi permeates everything. It is the time for our Holy Sect’s light to shine upon this land. I believe that with the Upper Envoy’s guidance, that day will surely arrive sooner,"

the old man said with a smile.

"You certainly have a way with words,"

the youth replied coolly, showing little pleasure.

The three of them continued forward. Although Emei Disciples appeared along the way, the two moved as fast as lightning, vanishing quietly before they could be spotted.

"This is the home of the Emei Sword Sect."

Gazing at the sprawling, ancient courtyards and majestic halls before them, the old man stood on a rock and spoke softly.

Just then, the sound of shouts from sword practice drifted from the courtyard. The voices were clear and pleasant, indicating they were mostly women.

"Let’s go take a look!"

With that, the youth executed a Body Technique and flew toward the Emei Sword Sect’s courtyard.

"Upper Envoy, wait!"

The old man hurriedly tried to stop him. "The Emei Sword Sect has many masters. Upper Envoy, you must not take such a risk."

"You make them sound so formidable. All the more reason for me to see for myself. Can this Emei Sword Sect truly slay demons and eliminate evil?"

After speaking, the youth leaped up and flew directly into the courtyard.

A glint flashed through the old man’s eyes. With a flicker of his body, he followed, carrying Zhao Rui.

In the courtyard, a group of people in Emei monastic robes were practicing Sword Techniques with longswords on the spacious Martial Arts Arena.

The blades glinted coldly in the morning sun; they were clearly sharpened Treasure Swords.

The youth stood atop the courtyard wall, gazing down without any attempt to hide.

"I thought they’d be something special!"

The youth laughed, then leaped into the arena. He moved as if taking a leisurely stroll, weaving between the Emei Disciples.

Yet the disciples seemed completely unaware, continuing their Swordsmanship practice without noticing his presence at all.

A hint of envy appeared in the old man’s eyes.

’This miraculous Heavenly Demon Technique is truly incredible.’

"If the disciples are like this, their masters can’t be much better!"

The youth smiled, then leaped up and flew off into the distance.

In any Sect, the deeper one went, the closer one came to the Inner Sect.

The old man lacked his level of Power. He could only carry Zhao Rui and cautiously flit along the courtyard walls in pursuit.

Zhao Rui’s acupoints were sealed, and his body was paralyzed. He could only let the old man carry him forward like a ragdoll.

But he wasn’t one to simply wait for death.

He had already secretly begun using his cleared acupoints to absorb external Innate True Qi, using it to assault the Sealing Power.

Unfortunately, the Cultivation Technique the youth had used was extremely strange. It operated automatically within his body, locking down the flow through his Meridians.

This kind of Sealing Skill wasn’t as simple as just blocking acupoints; it continuously sealed one’s Meridians.

Eventually, you wouldn’t be able to muster even a sliver of Inner Strength.

Too bad for him, an automatically-running Cultivation Technique was precisely what Zhao Rui liked best.

This was basically free Martial Arts falling from the sky.

"Sealing Technique detected: Mirage Finger. Replicate?"

’Replicate!’

Zhao Rui accelerated the circulation of his True Qi, continuously battering his sealed acupoints to trigger the Sealing Skill’s passive casting.

"Mirage Finger replication progress: one percent. Mirage Finger replication progress: two percent..."

As the old man cautiously moved through the heart of the Emei Sword Sect’s territory with Zhao Rui in tow, the replication progress in Zhao Rui’s mind slowly increased.

"Upper Envoy, Wuxiang Temple is just ahead. It’s where the current Sword Holder of the Emei Sword Sect resides."

The old man approached the youth, sending the message via voice transmission.

"Sword Holder? Interesting. You don’t mean the one with the Qiushui Changtian Sword?"

the youth chuckled.

"That is the very Divine Sword. Although its material is unknown, rumors in the Jianghu say it was forged by fusing it with an ancient spirit essence. Its power is extraordinary,"

the old man replied respectfully.

"And what if I were to take this Qiushui Sword?"

The youth’s condescending gaze swept over the old building in the distance, which looked like an ordinary temple.

"You mustn’t, Upper Envoy! If you take the Qiushui Sword, I fear the Court will coordinate a nationwide search. It might jeopardize our grand plan of arrival."

"Is that so?"

"It’s about time someone stirred these placid waters, don’t you think?"

As soon as he finished speaking, the youth’s figure suddenly became a phantom. SWISH! He struck out at the old man with his palm.

The old man’s pupils widened. He never imagined the Upper Envoy would actually attack him.

Fortunately, his Power was extraordinary. Though terrified, he reacted with incredible speed. He let go of Zhao Rui and thrust both palms forward, meeting the attack head-on.

The old man felt a dense Palm Force transmit from his own palms. A surging Force, like a monstrous wave, swept over and engulfed his entire body.

It shattered his Palm Force in an instant and sent him flying.

"The glow of a firefly dares to covet my divine might!"

The youth sneered, his tall and straight figure seeming to grow even larger.

Just then, the wooden doors of the temple behind them suddenly swung open. A streak of sword light, as fast as a meteor, shot forth.

It aimed straight for the youth’s back.

The youth’s eyes sharpened. He spun around and pointed two fingers, instantly releasing an invisible stream of Sword Qi.