I Have an Invincible Replicating System

"Even in the Qi Sea Realm, you haven't cultivated any Profound-grade martial arts? And your Yellow-grade techniques are barely competent? Why are you so pathetic?" Qin Yang frowned. "Your energy channeling technique is all wrong. You've got decent true qi cultivation, but you're only using thirty to forty percent of it. What's the point of practicing at all? Go home and farm!"

Elder Zhang's face flushed crimson, then darkened to purple. Unable to suppress it, he suddenly coughed up a mouthful of blood.

"Curse you!" Elder Zhang roared, eyes bulging. "All Inner Sect disciples, listen well! Whoever defeats Qin Yang will receive ten second-grade pills—no, twenty! Choose any you like!"

"What? Twenty second-grade pills? That's a fortune!"

"But if we gang up on him like this... people might talk."

"Fear not! The Outer Sect disciples stole pill formulas and attacked us. We're purging traitors! Look at his cultivation—it matches ours. He's probably a spy from another sect, here to steal our techniques!"

"Right! He must be a spy!"

"Attack together! We can't let a spy succeed!"

The disciples exchanged glances, reaching silent agreement. In that moment, they pinned a baseless accusation on Qin Yang.

"You're just jealous of true talent," Lou Mengyu spoke up. "You lack the aptitude yourselves, so you can't accept a genuine genius like Qin Yang. That's why you're trying to reject him..."

Qin Yang waved her off. "There's no point arguing with them. If they could listen to reason, they wouldn't have gone this far."

"Wait," Qin Yang said.

"Hm?" Lou Mengyu asked. "Are you making your last will?"

"I might have misheard earlier. Did you just call me a genius?" Qin Yang blinked innocently.

Lou Mengyu was speechless. How can he joke at a time like this?

Meng Gaofei watched Qin Yang's casual demeanor and Lou Mengyu's anxious state. His anger flared. "You don't respect our Inner Sect disciples at all!" he roared.

The other Inner Sect disciples, who had been readying themselves, struck immediately.

"Inner Sect disciples... How arrogant you are," Qin Yang chuckled. His amusement grew as the system's notifications kept coming.

Copy technique...

Copy martial art...

Copy...

In an instant, his progress bar showed 7/10 for cultivation techniques and 7/10 for martial arts.

Many of the yellow-grade cultivation techniques and martial arts practiced by these Inner Sect disciples were repetitive, leaving Qin Yang deeply disappointed.

"Windstorm Kick!"

Before Qin Yang could make his move, Lou Mengyu had already engaged one of the Inner Sect disciples in combat.

Qin Yang froze. "You..."

Lou Mengyu turned back. "I said it before—you can only die by my hand!"

Qin Yang laughed heartily. How could he let a young girl fight in his stead? He immediately stepped forward to confront Elder Zhang.

Seeing their numerical advantage, Elder Zhang regained his confidence. He swung his Mountain-Opening Fist, coordinating with several other Inner Sect disciples to surround Qin Yang.

Qin Yang moved with leisurely grace, effortlessly neutralizing all attacks. His eyes remained fixed on Lou Mengyu, occasionally offering guidance.

"Your opponent is using Dragon-Serpent Steps—extremely agile at close range. Just use Pursuit Wind Step to create distance, then strike with Windstorm Kick. He won't be able to block it!"

Lou Mengyu's eyes lit up. Following his instructions, she swiftly defeated the Inner Sect disciple.

"There are two others beside you trained in Flame Leopard Fist. They specialize in explosive attacks—watch out for sneak attacks. When they strike, use Breeze Brushing Willows to deflect, then immediately follow up with Wind Piercing Finger. That'll take out those sneaky bastards instantly..." Qin Yang continued instructing.

The two men, who had been preparing to strike amidst the chaos, exchanged glances.

"Right, those two bastards!" Qin Yang reminded her.

Lou Mengyu also noticed them.

The pair looked like they were about to cry, but no tears came. How the hell were they supposed to fight now? Their opponents already knew how to counter before they even attacked!

"Who cares? He's exaggerating! Let's go!"

After a brief discussion, the two men charged forward.

As Qin Yang had instructed, Lou Mengyu deployed her martial technique, successfully neutralizing their ferocious assault. However, the Wind Piercing Finger didn't deliver a killing blow; it merely repelled them.

"Your martial technique proficiency is lacking!" Qin Yang sighed.

Lou Mengyu rolled her eyes at him, her anger flaring so violently it felt like her lungs might burst.

She watched as Qin Yang effortlessly circled Elder Zhang and several disciples' battle zone, completely unharmed. He hadn't even engaged in combat, simply spectating like someone watching a monkey show or walking a dog.

"This is your fight!" Lou Mengyu ground out through clenched teeth.

"What's yours or mine? It's ours!" Qin Yang corrected.

"But you're just standing there watching!" Lou Mengyu protested, her resentment palpable.

"I'm giving you practical experience. Your Pursuit Wind Step was well-executed, but your Wind Piercing Finger was too restrained. Try targeting their heart meridians - focus solely on channeling your true energy with maximum force." Qin Yang advised.

Lou Mengyu pursed her lips. She couldn't match Qin Yang's calm demeanor and quickly found herself too busy to argue with him.

"Wind Piercing Finger!" A single finger thrust toward a man's heart meridian. Though he'd been prepared, he still coughed up a mouthful of blood, instantly losing his fighting ability.

"That long-haired female disciple—yes, her! She hasn't cultivated any yellow-tier martial arts. Just use the Windstorm Kick on her! That's right, exactly like that."

"That pock-faced, fat bastard—he's too tough to take down. Leave him alone for now. Just use Breeze Brushing Willows to keep him busy. His body's too slow anyway—he'll just get in the way of everyone else's attacks..."

"And that tall, skinny guy. He looks sickly, but he's using the Gold-Breaking Fist. It's not as powerful as the Mountain-Opening Fist, but it's still strong..."

"And..."

Under Qin Yang's guidance, in no time at all, except for Elder Zhang and three Inner Sect disciples who were besieging him, only Meng Gaofei by Lou Mengyu's side and that rather clumsy-looking fat man remained...

The fat man was on the verge of tears. Instead of looking at Lou Mengyu, his opponent, he turned his gaze toward Qin Yang.

Qin Yang grinned widely, making the fat man's heart skip a beat.

"Now it's time to target the real mark!" Qin Yang said leisurely.

The fat man burst into tears. Looking around at the groaning Inner Sect disciples covering the ground, his legs gave way, and he fled in a panic.

Meng Gaofei glared fiercely at Qin Yang, then turned to Lou Mengyu and demanded, "What's the meaning of this? We treated you as a guest in our Thousand Hidden Sect, yet you've caused such chaos in the Pill Dispensary and interfered in our sect's internal affairs!"

Lou Mengyu was furious—this was completely turning the tables on her! But what angered her more was Qin Yang standing to the side! She had defeated all the Inner Sect disciples herself, while Qin Yang had merely opened his mouth to talk.

Lou Mengyu couldn't deny that Qin Yang's warning was crucial, but from an outsider's perspective, the situation had taken an entirely different turn. No wonder Meng Gaofei was questioning her.

"Nice work! There are still four left here." Qin Yang gave a thumbs-up.

Black lines appeared on Lou Mengyu's forehead, while Elder Zhang and the three disciples froze mid-action.

What kind of monster were they facing?!

The three Inner Sect disciples exchanged glances. Now that they'd stopped fighting, they realized they'd provoked someone far beyond their capabilities. After a moment's hesitation, they fled.

Elder Zhang and Meng Gaofei seethed with anger. In the blink of an eye, the situation had undergone a complete reversal.

Especially Elder Zhang. He'd always believed his earlier advantage over Qin Yang in their sparring match had been mere chance. But now, having exhausted all his skills yet failed to touch even the hem of Qin Yang's robes, he realized with bitter clarity - this boy was far beyond his match...

Elder Zhang burned with regret as he looked at Meng Gaofei's crippled hand. If not for this disastrous turn of events, this boy could have brought glory to the Thousand Hidden Sect. But now...

"Is watching this spectacle so amusing?" Lou Mengyu approached Qin Yang, her combat-sweat glistening on her skin after the brief skirmish.

Yet Qin Yang stood unruffled, not a single hair out of place...

He shrugged helplessly. "I didn't engage because I'm simply not strong enough. If I lost control and unleashed a killing spree, that would create real trouble!"

His gaze swept over the terrified disciples. "They were merely deceived and misled. Their crimes don't warrant death."

The Inner Sect disciples' tense shoulders relaxed, their gratitude turning into glares directed at Elder Zhang and Meng Gaofei.

Lou Mengyu pursed her lips, unconvinced. What nonsense about losing control? Qin Yang's martial skills surpass even mine! And...

She froze in shock. When did Qin Yang reach the peak of the Qi Gathering Realm?

"Are you truly a monster?" she murmured.

"What's happening here?" A deep voice suddenly boomed. Martial Heaven materialized before the group as if he'd been present all along.