I Can Replicate Martial Arts

The moonlight was brilliant!

Silence enveloped Qingcheng Mountain.

In stark contrast to the quiet mountain, the internet was in an uproar.

"Beautiful Warriors Clash in a Vicious Brawl!

A Test of Skills or a Fight Over a Man?

Top-Tier Exotic Beast Attacks—Was He the Mastermind Behind It All?!

A Beast of Slaughter Walks the Earth Again! A Tearful Plea for Emperor Zhao!"

All sorts of bizarre, clickbait articles and short videos set the internet ablaze.

Countless netizens had posted clips of the events at the Beast Hunting operation site.

From Mo Ling’Er hunting an Exotic Beast, to the two women coming to blows, to the appearance of the Golden-Winged Tiger Roar and their subsequent team-up against a powerful foe—no matter how you looked at it, it was a classic love-hate drama.

People’s imaginations ran wild, and they concocted all sorts of stories filled with love, hate, and vengeance.

Unfortunately, their own power levels were too low to see what was happening high up in the sky. If they had seen the image of Zhao Rui flying away with the two women, the resulting gossip would have burned the internet to the ground.

But even so, some people had still spotted the Chi Hu. After all, a creature of that size landing on Qingcheng Mountain was bound to attract attention.

Of course, this was exactly what Zhao Rui had intended.

On the internet, however, people only cared about the hype. The truth was secondary.

All that mattered was having something to talk about.

With the Martial Dao flourishing and technology making explosive breakthroughs, every industry was facing a major reshuffle.

Many people felt lost and anxious, and the internet became the perfect outlet for their feelings.

They recklessly fabricated all sorts of hot topics, all vying to become top internet streamers.

Unlike the masses online, the various real-world factions grew tense.

They were discovering that Qingcheng Mountain’s power had already surpassed their imagination.

If Qingcheng Mountain truly managed to tame that Exotic Beast, then no one in the entire Central State could stand in their way in terms of sheer military might.

In a forbidden area on the rear mountain of the Shaolin Temple, Huai Xiang sat cross-legged with three of his senior brothers, their expressions grave.

"My three senior brothers, even if we combine our strength and use the Shaolin Demon-Subduing Four Symbols Array, we can at most contend with a single master who has reached the Realm of Transcendence. As for Qingcheng today... I’m afraid..."

Huai Xiang said with a frown. The four of them had been in seclusion for many years; they were Shaolin’s hidden trump card.

The last time a foreign enemy invaded, Huai Xiang had been forced to reveal himself to defend Shaolin’s honor.

He had never imagined the Jianghu would advance so quickly. It had only been a short while, yet someone had already cultivated to the Realm of Transcendence.

That mysterious and profound realm was something the four of them had never truly reached despite their many years of arduous meditation. At best, they had only scratched the surface.

But even so, they were confident that by combining their four-man strength and drawing upon Shaolin’s Seventy-Two Profound Skills, they could still hold their own against a true master of the Realm of Transcendence.

Such was the profound heritage of the Shaolin Thousand-Year-Old Temple.

It was the source of their confidence, allowing them to remain serenely above the fray.

"For a thousand years in the Martial Arts, countless masters have emerged, but only our Shaolin has stood unshaken. That is because we know how to appraise the times. Qingcheng is now in ascendance, so what if Shaolin relinquishes the title of leader of the Martial Arts world?"

Zen Master Huai Zheng, Huai Xiang’s senior brother and the monk with the highest seniority at Shaolin, spoke with his palms pressed together.

"You speak wisely, Senior Brother! Huai Xiang, go and relay my opinion to the Abbot."

"Yes, Senior Brother!"

Huai Xiang acknowledged the order and departed, heading straight for the Shaolin Abbot’s residence.

The next day, news spread from Shaolin that they were sealing off the mountain for one year.

Once the news broke, the entire Martial Arts world was in an uproar.

"Are they trying to avoid a confrontation with Qingcheng Mountain?"

"But isn’t Qingcheng Mountain also sealed off?"

"The Jianghu is getting harder and harder to understand."

"That’s how it should be. Society today is completely different from the old Song Realm. You can’t even compare the two."

The people of the Martial Dao were abuzz with discussion, but the tides of the Jianghu had already quietly begun to shift.

Not long after the news of Shaolin’s seclusion spread, other sects like Mount Emei, Kongtong, and Huashan also chose to enter reclusive cultivation, forbidding their disciples from descending the mountains without permission.

For a time, the entire Jianghu entered a rare period of calm.

With the major sects temporarily withdrawing, the grand Beast Hunting operation was forced to recruit a large number of independent masters to fill the ranks.

Suddenly, practitioners of the Evil Dao and independent True Dharma Masters, who had long since vanished from the public eye, began to emerge and make a name for themselves.

This series of changes completely took Qingcheng Mountain by surprise.

However, it didn’t have a significant impact. After all, the Jianghu of the Central State today wasn’t like the old Song Realm, where heretics and demons of the Evil Dao could emerge and wreak havoc upon the world at will.

The order of the entire Central State was still firmly in the hands of the Government Office.

It couldn’t descend into chaos.

At a certain base in Dongqi Province, someone brought up the current situation during a video conference, particularly concerning Zhao Rui and Qingcheng Mountain.

"Elder Ge, based on your understanding of Zhao Rui, how do you see this situation unfolding?"

someone asked with a frown, addressing Ge Changsheng, the founder of Dongqi University’s Martial Arts Academy.

"I can’t say for sure. But Zhao Rui isn’t the type to care about power. His temperament is a bit like mine—indifferent to fame and fortune, but he places great importance on relationships and loyalty..."

"In that case, it would seem our best course of action is to show goodwill."

"Yes. For Qingcheng Mountain to seal its gates when they should be at their most high-profile—is that not a statement in itself?"

"Understood. I will report this to my superiors."

After the call ended, Ge Changsheng shook his head slightly. He had only told them half the story. Zhao Rui was indifferent to fame and fortune, but he was also the type to avenge every slight, no matter how small.

It was hard to say what the future held.

’The matters of the Great Shang and Great Zhou are still unresolved, and now strange phenomena are appearing in outer space. With troubles both at home and abroad, I can only hope no one misjudges the situation.’

’There’s no such thing as quiet, peaceful times; there are only those who carry the weight for others.’

Ge Changsheng looked at the rows of Mecha Warriors behind the thick, bulletproof glass wall and couldn’t help but sigh.