I Can Replicate Martial Arts

Chapter 417: Chapter 206: Paying Respects to Uncle Master

As the True Dharma Master who had long managed the Taishan Sect’s affairs, Master Qingyang’s authority was no different from the Sect Leader’s, even though he didn’t hold the title.

Those who could associate with Master Qingyang were, naturally, no ordinary people.

In a secluded courtyard, Fang Chuanyu stood slightly bowed beside a Daoist, recounting what he had just seen.

This Daoist bore a slight resemblance to him, with a refined and handsome face, deep eyes, and the appearance of a man in his fifties.

"Grandfather, Uncle Master is back. Does that mean you won’t be able to manage the sect’s affairs anymore?"

Fang Chuanyu lifted his head slightly, asking tentatively.

This man was none other than the Taishan Sect’s newly promoted Dharma Grandmaster, Master Qingshan, Fang Rushan.

"Mere worldly affairs. What’s so great about managing them? Don’t tell me you’ve been using my name to do something you shouldn’t have again?"

Fang Rushan shot his grandson a meaningful glare, speaking with displeasure.

"Of course not. How could I?"

"Good. Although I’ve advanced to the Dharma Realm, I still need time to consolidate my cultivation. Don’t you cause any trouble for me."

"I understand, Grandfather."

Fang Chuanyu hastily agreed.

Just then, a young Daoist ran over to report, "Grandmaster, Uncle Master has returned! He says a distinguished guest has arrived and requests your presence."

"Oh? A distinguished guest?"

Fang Rushan glanced at his grandson and knew this "distinguished guest" must be the young man he had just mentioned.

’Just who could he be?’

’So young.’

’Could he be one of those old monsters who never emerges from seclusion?’

Fang Rushan nodded, rose from the daybed, and headed outside.

"Grandfather, what about me?"

"Go about your own business. And for the next few days, keep a low profile. Don’t do anything to displease your Uncle Master."

Having given his instructions, Fang Rushan strode off, heading toward Master Qingyang’s residence.

Seeing Fang Rushan leave, Fang Chuanyu’s eyes darted. ’Uncle Master is talking with Grandfather now. They won’t be finished anytime soon.’

’Why not go find Senior Brother Peng and come up with another way to torment that bitch?’

He disdained using brute force. He preferred to slowly ensnare her, to tighten his grip until she finally submitted, to watch her kneel at his feet and beg for his favor.

Only that could satisfy the depraved pleasure he craved.

’Here in the Taishan Sect, beneath the rank of True Dharma Master, my word is law.’

As soon as the thought took hold, Fang Chuanyu impatiently shot up and rushed toward Mingde Hall in the front courtyard.

In a certain courtyard within the Taishan Sect, a young Daoist brewed tea for Master Qingyang and Zhao Rui.

"This is a pre-rain green tea from Gui Xu Gourd Mountain. It’s never seen the sun or moon, but its flavor is one-of-a-kind. Please, try some."

Master Qingyang picked up his teacup and gestured for Zhao Rui to drink, a smile on his face.

Zhao Rui took a small sip. The taste wasn’t bitter, but it had a strange, peculiar flavor. It wasn’t as pleasant as regular tea; in fact, it was hard to get down.

"Haha, can’t get used to it? I served this to some guests from the provincial capital before. Every one of them pulled a long face; they were one step away from spitting it out."

Master Qingyang laughed heartily.

"You’re really something else, my friend..."

Zhao Rui shook his head with a resigned smile.

"The tea may taste awful, but it contains a peculiar spiritual essence. Drinking it is highly beneficial for Martial Artists."

"Oh, is that so?"

Zhao Rui lifted his cup and took two more sips, only to put it down again with a wry smile.

Seeing this, Master Qingyang smiled faintly and beckoned with his hand. The Daoist Child came forward once more, brewed a pot of proper tea from the Central Plains, and poured it for them.

As he inhaled the wafting fragrance of the tea, a refreshing and clarifying sensation washed over Zhao Rui.

’Without the bitter frost, how can one enjoy the sweet fragrance?’

This sense of clarity, he realized, was not from the tea itself.

"A place with such dense Spiritual Qi truly has its own unique aspects," Zhao Rui remarked with feeling.

"Indeed. It’s a pity the laws of the Celestial Dao were incomplete. Even with this spiritual essence, we were ultimately innately limited. But now that Gui Xu and Blue Star have merged, the sun and moon have returned to their cycle, and the Great Dao is whole again. We Martial Artists are truly fortunate." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

Master Qingyang stroked his beard and mused, his tone light and relaxed.

"I wonder, does the art of reversing one’s age exist within Gui Xu?"

After a bit more small talk, Zhao Rui couldn’t help but ask out of curiosity.

"Reversing one’s age? My friend, are you asking because...?"

"I’m just curious. Purely curious."

"There are indeed rumors, but I’ve never had the fortune of meeting such a master. In the past, my Uncle Master, Mu Hua Zi, once met a remarkable individual who prophesied that Gui Xu would cease to be separate and the two worlds would become one... My Uncle Master said this person’s power was profound enough to rival creation itself, yet he had the face of a young man..."

"Oh?"

"Unfortunately, remarkable individuals like that rarely show themselves in the world..."

As the two were chatting, Fang Rushan strode in from outside and called out to Master Qingyang with a hearty laugh.

"Senior Brother! You’ve had a long journey. It must have been exhausting."

Hearing this, Master Qingyang rose with a smile and said to Fang Rushan, "Junior Brother, come. Let me introduce you to a distinguished guest."

"This is Zhao Rui, or Zhao Zhenren, of the Qingcheng Sword Sect."

"Greetings, Zhenren. Your name precedes you. I never imagined I would have the good fortune to meet you today. It is truly an honor. I, Qingshan, offer my deepest respects!"

"You are too kind, Daoist. To meet such a distinguished master of the Taishan Sect today is an honor that spans three lifetimes for me as well!"

The two exchanged a few more pleasantries before taking their seats again at Master Qingyang’s gesture.

"Zhao Zhenren, upon your return from Gui Xu, you immediately purged the Exotic Beast Demon Race from the East Shore, protecting our East Sea Coast. This is truly a blessing for the world of Dongqi Martial Arts..."

Master Qingshan said with a few smiling words of praise. He had heard Zhao Rui’s name several times but had never met him in person.

After all, he had only just broken through to the Dharma Realm. Although he was much older than Zhao Rui, on the path of the Martial Dao, he was still a junior.

"You’re too kind, Daoist. This is my home, after all. It is my undeniable duty to do what is within my power."

"Back in Gui Xu, I had the pleasure of meeting several of your fellow Daoists from the Qingcheng Sect. I wonder how they are faring these days..."

The three continued their idle chat. Master Qingyang had summoned his junior brother, Master Qingshan, precisely to build a bridge and allow him and Zhao Rui to become acquainted.