I Can Replicate Martial Arts

"Zhao Rui?"

Mo Ling’Er said, a little shy and frustrated, "He never listens to me. I can’t find him."

"Your strength still needs to improve. You’re not far from the Domain Realm, are you?"

Mo Wuji said meaningfully.

"Father, I will work hard."

"Mm!"

Mo Wuji’s gaze sharpened as he looked at her. He mused for a moment, then said, "In that case, we’ll just have to wait until we see him."

After speaking, Mo Wuji paused for a moment before continuing, "This boy is already no weaker than I am. If..."

"Three saints in one family... Go on!"

"Father!"

Mo Ling’Er was mortified. She stomped her foot and pouted, the very picture of a bashful young girl, without a trace of the Witch Venerable’s bearing.

"A daughter can’t be kept at home forever. Go on. If he won’t come to you, then you go find him."

"I understand, Father."

Mo Ling’Er’s red lips curled up slightly. She pursed them, her eyes darted about slyly, and then she spun around and skipped cheerfully out of the grand hall.

’Finally free!’

Mo Ling’Er was in a fantastic mood.

Her father’s words were tantamount to giving her tacit permission to leave this place, to leave Great Shang and go to the Central State to find Zhao Rui.

Ever since she and Zhao Rui had been trapped in Gui Xu Great Zhou, they had gone through many trials to return to Blue Star. But after that, she had been stuck within the borders of Great Shang, bitterly cultivating her Martial Arts.

She never had a chance to visit the Central State.

The bustling prosperity of the Central State, its abundance of delicious food, and its multitude of interesting things were far beyond anything the desolate and dull Great Shang Kingdom could offer.

’Finding Zhao Rui is secondary; going to the Central State to have fun is the main goal!’

Deciding in an instant, Mo Ling’Er returned to her residence, packed a few things, changed into a fashionable outfit from the Central State, and then leaped into the air, speeding toward the Central State.

The Spiritual Qi Revival had brought many benefits, especially for Martial Dao masters. Not only did it increase their strength, but it also indirectly saved them money.

For one thing, they saved a lot on transportation fees.

Flying through the air on your own was a completely different feeling from riding in a flying vehicle.

Few top-tier masters were willing to take airplanes or other flying vehicles. Besides being too slow, they weren’t free enough.

This alone saved a considerable expense.

As Mo Ling’Er flew, she took in the magnificent landscapes. In no time at all, she reached the border of the Central State.

The border region was still a desolate wasteland. The land, having been plowed by artillery shells, would not be able to recover its ecosystem anytime soon.

Furthermore, this area was naturally full of deserts and Gobi, so it was only reasonable that its recovery would be slow.

Mo Ling’Er didn’t linger. While this desert scenery might be a beautiful sight to people from the Central State, it was nothing special to her.

Great Shang was full of such desolate lands.

She continued flying east, soaring over plains and crossing mountains, until she finally reached the bustling central region of the Central State.

Untouched by war and the scourge of Exotic Beasts, the Central State remained prosperous and vibrant.

Traffic flowed through the streets, and pedestrians were as thick as weaves in a tapestry. Compared to the last time she was here, there were many more unconventional-looking visitors.

There were clearly more Martial Artists than before.

Mo Ling’Er landed at a distance, straightened her clothes, and then darted into the bustling downtown area with an excited look on her face.

All kinds of unique snacks, a dazzling array of colorful clothes, and amusement park rides glittering with bright lights and filled with joyous atmosphere.

All of this was something that couldn’t be found in Great Shang—not just the Great Shang of today, but even the Central Asia of the past.

Only in the Central State could one find such an enlightened, open, inclusive, and harmonious scene.

"Sir, a table for one. I’d like the tomato broth."

Mo Ling’Er walked into a hot pot restaurant, practically drooling, and ordered a single-serving hot pot with a tomato broth base.

’So delicious!’

Mo Ling’Er ate with great relish.

Just as she was about to finish, the sound of a whispered conversation reached her ears.

"Did you hear? Emperor Zhao was originally from the Dongqi University Martial Arts Team. They say he learned many of his famous Martial Arts techniques there."

"Really? If that’s the case, Dongqi University should be famous. Why was it so obscure before?"

"What do you mean, obscure? Their school got pretty good results in the national Martial Dao tournament, okay?"

"Still, it just doesn’t seem to match up with Emperor Zhao’s level of strength."

"I heard that later, Emperor Zhao went for Jingxiu on Qingcheng Mountain. He probably had an epiphany or received some kind of inheritance. But Qingcheng Mountain is sealed off now, so you can’t go even if you want to."

"Is that so?"

"Yeah. A lot of people, relying on their superior skills, tried to sneak up the mountain to find the place where Emperor Zhao practiced his Martial Arts, hoping to gain something. But they were thrown out by people from the Qingcheng Sect before they even made it up the mountain..."

"Tsk tsk. Don’t forget, the Qingcheng Sect is an old, established Sect. I heard they have no fewer than twenty experts at the Dharma Realm alone."

"Oh, right! According to people near Qingcheng Mountain, Emperor Zhao even taught the Dao on the mountain in the early years, passing on many top-tier Martial Arts."

"What? Something that good actually happened?... Ah, what a shame we couldn’t listen to Emperor Zhao’s teachings. Such a pity."

The two sighed, their expressions a bit downcast.

Hearing this, Mo Ling’Er raised an eyebrow. She walked over to the two men with a smile and asked, "Excuse me, sirs, what’s the full name of this Emperor Zhao you’re talking about?"

"You don’t know?"

"Er, well, I’ve been in seclusion for a while, so I haven’t heard."

"You don’t even know who Emperor Zhao is? Let me tell you, Emperor Zhao’s surname is Zhao, and his given name is Rui. He’s from Yizhou Prefecture in Dongqi Province..."

Being questioned by such a graceful beauty like Mo Ling’Er, the two men were naturally in high spirits and eagerly told her everything they knew about Zhao Rui from the internet.

Mo Ling’Er listened patiently with a smile in her eyes until the two had finished their tale. "Thank you, sirs," she said. "Your bill is on me."

"Wow, thank you, beautiful! Hey, boss! Two more plates of beef and two more of lamb..."