I Can Replicate Martial Arts-Chapter 193 - 100: So I Don’t Get to Show Off

The moonlight was hazy.

On an old tree, a few tender shoots sprouted with new life, eagerly awaiting the morning sun’s warm rays to illuminate the world.

Beneath the old tree, Nie Bin, dressed in a waiter’s uniform, was bleeding from all seven orifices, his life extinguished.

Zhao Rui leaped onto a rooftop, and with a few more bounds, used his Lightweight Skill to race toward the Jeju City District.

The next morning, police sirens echoed throughout the countryside.

Inside the police cordon, Soul-Chasing Elder Peng Yuanshan, his face deathly pale, furrowed his brow as he felt around Nie Bin’s body.

After a long moment, he finally looked up, his hawk-like eyes turning to Inspector Cui beside him, and said in a heavy voice:

"His True Qi reversed, his Power backlashed, and he died from cultivation deviation!"

"He died last night when his body ruptured from the inside."

Hearing this news, Inspector Cui couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief. He nodded and said, "It was thanks to you two helping to deplete his Vitality..."

After a few words of flattery, Inspector Cui and the two from the Demon Sect returned to the city district ahead of schedule.

The man was dead. The missions for both the Patrol Office and the Demon Sect were complete.

It was a happy ending for everyone, so to speak.

Not long after returning to the Jeju City District, Peng Yuanshan and his companion were picked up by an SUV and left Dongqi Province.

「That night, in a certain room.」

The Demon Sect expert who had previously pursued Nie Bin nervously handed Peng Yuanshan a piece of paper filled with the mantras for the Cultivation Technique.

"Elder Peng, this is the Spell I transcribed. Please take a look, Elder."

Peng Yuanshan stared at him coldly, then after a long moment, chuckled. "Brother Zhang, what is the meaning of this? Do you think I’m the kind of person who cares about a mere Cultivation Technique?"

Though he said this, his withered hand had already taken the paper, and he quickly scanned its contents.

It was largely the same as what he had memorized.

"This technique is strange. Brother Zhang, you must not practice it carelessly. If something goes wrong, I’m afraid you won’t be able to bear the consequences when the Sect Leader assigns blame."

"I’m only saying this for your own good, brother."

"Yes, my Power is low. I wouldn’t dare have such delusions. It’s just, about the Sect Leader..."

"I have my own plans for this matter!"

"Then, I will take my leave!"

After dismissing the man, a sharp glint flashed through Peng Yuanshan’s eyes.

In the middle of the night, in a hidden location, an aura swirled around Peng Yuanshan, like small, leaping whirlpools circling his body.

’This Divine Skill is incredibly powerful, but the process of Cultivation is often obscure. Something is definitely not right.’

’Could it be that bastard Nie Bin deliberately fabricated a fake Cultivation Technique?’

Peng Yuanshan frowned in deep thought, unable to be sure for a moment.

’The Divine Envoy has vanished and Nie Bin is dead. The only other person in the world who knows this Divine Skill is probably Nie Bin’s senior brother, Venerable Demon Owl!’

’But his Power is profound, and he’s not someone I can scheme against.’

A strange light flickered in Peng Yuanshan’s eyes, making him look all the more sinister and terrifying in the pitch-black room.

...

After the matter with Nie Bin, Zhao Rui’s life returned to normal.

Since Nie Bin had died from a backlash of his own Inner Strength, resulting in cultivation deviation, the Court naturally wouldn’t stir up any trouble.

Zhao Rui even gained a good reputation for "acting heroically for a just cause," since he was, after all, the first to discover the wanted fugitive.

In the period that followed, Zhao Rui returned to his life of polishing his Cultivation Techniques, teaching them, and earning Advancement Points.

It was a simple yet fulfilling life.

Of course, in his free time, he didn’t forget to write out the music and lyrics for the song "Sword and Dream."

With Ouyang Xin’s help, the song was recreated with a high degree of accuracy.

The moment the complete track was finished, Ouyang Xin’s beautiful eyes were instantly filled with sparkling little stars.

After sending the demo to Director Wang Ping’s team, he quickly received a reply.

They would use this song.

But they needed to pick a suitable singer to perform it, and they would meet with Zhao Rui at that time.

They wanted him to offer his opinion.

Around this same time, the school announced a piece of good news with great fanfare.

"The great director Wang Ping will be bringing his new masterpiece, ’Crane Cry in the Nine Heavens,’ to our school to select actors..."

The moment this news broke, the entire school erupted.

Students were talking about it everywhere.

The arts students and Martial Arts Students who were eligible for the audition were especially rubbing their hands in glee, preparing for the upcoming selection process.

In the Martial Arts Team, there was also a flurry of discussion.

Wang Ping was a famous director specializing in wuxia productions. Since he specifically wanted to pick Martial Arts Students, those on the Martial Arts Team were surely the cream of the crop.

If they were chosen and landed a decent role, they could reach the pinnacle of their lives in an instant.

But while some were excited, others were indifferent. People like Wang Dalong and Ye Jingqiu, who were dedicated to the Martial Dao, were naturally disdainful of it.

Once their Martial Arts were strong enough, fame and fortune would follow naturally.

"Zhao Rui, are you going to participate?"

In Mingcan Courtyard, Qin Rui handed Zhao Rui a bag of snacks and asked with a smile.

"I’m not interested. Why? Are you thinking about it?"

Zhao Rui asked.

"Mhm, of course I am! What girl doesn’t dream of being a star? Even if I don’t get famous, just being part of a TV show shoot would be great."

"Aren’t you afraid of the ’unspoken rules’?"

Zhao Rui chuckled slyly.

"Who would dare? I’d bite... Ptooey, ptooey!"

Qin Rui had been hanging around Li Xinran for too long and had clearly been filled with all sorts of crazy ideas by her.

"What are you laughing at! You’re so annoying!"

Seeing Zhao Rui’s wicked grin, she shot him a glare, embarrassed.

"You’ve got the looks and your Martial Arts are strong. You’ll have a chance."

Zhao Rui offered a few words of encouragement with a smile.

"Mhm! I’ll do my best! When I become a star, I’ll hire you as my bodyguard!"

"Let Old Cao do it! I’m the type to steal what I’m guarding!"

"You’re all talk! Let’s see you say that in front of Xinran..."

"Er, I’m not as shameless as she is!"

"Hee hee!"

...

After the news had brewed for about a week, Director Wang Ping’s production team arrived in Jeju City.