System: Replicating The Heavens

Alex's eyes blurred once again. This time, when everything became clear once again, he saw a young man about twenty years old walking.

This twenty years old young man was of course Alex himself. It took him five years of time to step into the Enlightenment Stage. One can think how badly damaged his body and blood have become because of the Godfiend Phantom Poison. He was able to break through and become an Enlightenment Stage martial warrior after five years of struggle. In these five years, he duplicated countless treasures, and only then was he able to cultivate them to this extent.

Because of this, Alex hated the Godfiend Phantom Poison and the people who poisoned him from the bottom of his heart.

He knew he could cure his poison by refining it using the Source of the World, but he had no idea what the Source of a World exactly is. Moreover, according to his mother, without curing the poison, he could only cultivate to the Spirit Origin Stage. And from the looks of it, this was really the case. Even with his replication talent, it took him five years to cultivate to the Enlightenment Stage. It is very normal for his cultivation to stop after reaching the Spirit Origin Stage.

Well, right now, he could do nothing. He could only wait patiently and look for information about the Source of the World.

Right now, he was going to the Martial Arts Pavilion of the sect he has entered to cultivate. There was a rule a martial warrior can enter the Martial Arts Pavilion after breaking through to the Enlightenment Stage and choose two martial skills as well as one cultivation technique.

After five years of struggle, Alex was finally qualified to enter the Martial Arts Pavilion. He would definitely not let go of this opportunity.

On the way, he saw those who knew him look at him with interest and all of them whispered to each other.

Isn't that our Genius Alex White? What is he doing here?"

"Who knows? He seems to be going to the Martial Skill Pavilion!"

"Martial Skill Pavilion? Don't joke with me. With just Foundation Establishment Stage cultivation base, he won't be able to enter the Martial Skill Pavilion."

Alex did not care about the discussions around him, he was already used to them. Soon, he arrived at the Martial Skill Pavilion. At the same time, the surrounding crowd all felt astonished.

What was going on? Could it be that he didn't know that only Enlightenment Stage martial warriors could enter Martial Arts Pavilion?

The Martial Skill Pavilion had a total of three floors. From its appearance, it looked simple and solemn. This kind of important place was naturally guarded by the elders of the Sect.

"I can finally enter." Alex took a deep breath after arriving in front of the Martial Arts Pavilion. Under the confused gazes of many people, he walked towards the entrance of the Martial Skill Pavilion.

Just as he was about to step into the doorway, an unfriendly figure stopped him, "Yo, Alex, why are you here?"

The person who stopped Alex was a young man with a sharp mouth and monkey cheeks and a smug face. This person's name was Ajay and he was an Enlightenment Stage Level 1 martial warrior.

Alex glanced at him, but did not bother with him anymore, and started to walk towards his side. However, Ajay also followed suit and blocked his path again.

"Hehe, Alex, you still haven't answered me?"

"Scram." Alex spat out two words clearly.

"What did you say?" Ajay's expression immediately darkened as he glared fiercely at the other party. "Trash, if you have the ability, can you say that word again? Didn't you get beaten up enough by me a few days ago?"

The conflict between the two had already attracted quite a bit of attention. A few busybodies came to watch.

Alex wasn't scared, he looked straight at his opponent, his throat moving up and down as he said a simple word, "Scram!"

Hiss!

Quite a number of people let out a soft hiss. Just what was going on? The trash that was normally a bystander had become so sharp today? Some of the disciples, who were eager to stir up trouble, started to laugh and fan the flames.

Ajay's face became uglier and uglier. He glared at Alex and bellowed, "Trash, I'm afraid your bones are itchy. If you can take three of my moves, I'll immediately get out of your way."

"If you can take one of my blows, I'll turn around and leave."

Alex was not to be outdone. He also said something that caused an uproar in the audience. All of their faces revealed looks of contempt and disdain, and the mockery on their faces became even more intense.

"Hur hur." Ajay laughed loudly but anyone could say he was laughing because of the anger. Traces of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes. He raised his fist and punched towards Alex's face, saying: "I would like to see how a trash like you will make me scram!"

Ajay's punch was extremely fast and carried a sharp wind.

When everyone thought that Alex was going to suffer the pain again, they only saw him clenching his fists calmly, with the spirit energy in his body gathering at his first point.

BOOM!

Their fists struck each other with a loud sound.

Ka-cha!

The crisp sound of bones breaking pierced everyone's eardrums. Under the shocked gazes of the crowd, Ajay's body flew backward without any warning. His expression changed from vicious to pained to incredulous.

"AHH!"

"My hand, my hand is broken."

Bang!

Ajay fell heavily at the entrance of the Martial Skill Pavilion, almost crashing through the windows. As for his left hand, it was holding onto his right hand. It was trembling uncontrollably and protruding outwards, appearing as if it was fractured.

The surrounding atmosphere fell into silence.

After Alex finished dealing with Ajay, he did not bother with others anymore and walked into the Martial Skill Pavilion.

The crowd standing at the door looked at each other in dismay. Their gazes shifted between the Ajay and the disappearing figure of Alex.

.....

Entering the Martial Arts Pavilion, Alex threw the sounds of discussions outside to the back of his mind. He was only here to look for martial skills, he did not want to cause any trouble.

The Martial Skill Pavilion took up a huge amount of space. On one counter after another, there were all sorts of Martial Skill Scrolls. The scattered disciples all picked their own techniques. Alex, who was here for the first time, was actually at a loss as to where to start.

He knew the rules of the Martial Skill Pavilion. He was an outer disciple and outer disciples could only go to the first floor and the second floor. As for the third floor, it was a place where the Elders who looked after the pavilion trained in it, and no disciple was not allowed to enter.

All martial skills were not allowed to be taken out. Only copies can be copied. Even though there was no one around the Martial Skill Pavilion, the elder that guarded it was hiding in the dark. Whoever dared to violate the rules of this place, if they were caught, the consequences would be dire.

Instead of stopping, Alex started to look for a suitable martial skill for himself. Looking at the names one by one, the names of the various cultivation techniques dazzled his eyes.

"Raging Lion's Rampage!" Alex shook his head, power was the main factor, it felt that it was not suitable.

"Hundred Shadow Hand?"

Alex took the martial skill scroll and roughly read the introduction. This Hundred Shadow hand was neither an offensive martial skill nor a defensive cultivation technique. On the contrary, it was like a technique used performed in the martial arts world.

This kind of cultivation technique was simply useless, it couldn't even be called a martial skill. Most people would just pick it up and flip through it a few times before putting it back. However, Alex seemed to have a soft spot for the Hundred Shadow Hands".

"Since it is placed here, it must have its value."

Alex nodded his head, and then took out the brush and ink he had prepared earlier and the blank paper. He copied out the secrets of the Hundred Shadow Hands skill.

After that, Alex began to look at other skills. It was hard to tell if it was because of his high standards, or because of some sort of situation, from the first floor to the second floor, Alex walked past several bookshelves but he wasn't able to find a single skill that he liked.

Alex rubbed his eyes which were a little sore and when he reached the last shelf, he caught a glimpse of a black cover book from the corner of his eyes.

"Outline Of The World!"