I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 1052 - 346 Seeking Death

Chapter 1052: Chapter 346: Seeking Death

Chapter 1052: Chapter 346: Seeking Death

The small Lingxiao Peak was crowded with notable figures from Beimang, their mighty auras churning the Tian Ji into a mess. It wasn’t just a Star Dharma Image, even if Wang Fuling himself were here, he wouldn’t have been able to sense that an unparalleled expert had quietly descended into the warm sea by the Heavenly Pond.

A mighty warrior of the Ji Clan Holy King — Ji Xie, awakened an Earth Level third-rank overbearing bloodline and cultivated his Undying Battle Body to the second-rank level, opened the Divine Storages of Heart Fire, Spleen Earth, Lung Metal, and Kidney Water, and comprehended the visualization of Battle Edge Tactics to the extreme. Carrying dozens of enhancement secrets, his fighting power was unmatched.

Besides this Holy Lord of the Ji Clan, there were several elders of the Lingxiao Sect, gathered around the spring eye of the Heavenly Pond’s warm sea, closely examining the fragmented and broken body inside the Mysterious Nether Coffin, all while looking eagerly at Ji Xie, who was performing a technique.

Of course, this was not to heal Wang Chan, but instead, they had made another important discovery.

The body and soul of Wang Chan seemed to be separating. What was even more remarkable was that according to Elder Xu Ying, Wang Chan’s soul was cast using the Mirroring Spirits Technique, forging a Soul Palace.

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With God’s Residence as the ridgepole, according to Wang Chan’s plans, if he were to ascend to the other shore in the future, this Soul Palace could establish nine Soul Palaces, nurturing nine threads of the living soul.

But now, Ji Xie, who had opened the Visualizing Divine Eyes, had not only failed to find that Soul Palace but also stumbled upon something far more interesting.

“The soul within Wang Chan’s God’s Residence has already existed for a hundred years?”

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Outside Chaochang City, Fuyun Temple

Not long after Yankong had left, Brother Tian also took the chubby man down the mountain. And as for the promised vegetarian meal, naturally, it was excused for the lack of ingredients.

In the vast Fuyun Temple, only Yanshan and Tang Luo remained.

Aside from his daily five sessions of Zen practices, Yanshan had an additional duty of caring for a patient.

The injuries of Tang Luo, who was illuminated by the Cihang Treasure Light at least twice a day, were healing quickly, but his heart was growing increasingly anxious.

To Yanshan, Tang Luo might appear as a living dead person with no consciousness, but Tang Luo himself was extremely lucid, hence the growing urgency in his heart.

He didn’t know how far Star Path had transported him, nor was he clear about his current location; he was even more uncertain how soon the pursuers following the Divine Symbol would arrive.

But he understood, once the pursuers found him, it would spell catastrophic disaster!

Once it was discovered that Gou Chen was actually Tang Luo, Longxi would be the first one doomed. His status as an external relative of the Yuanzhou would not protect him, especially since sword cultivators of the Xu Clan had threatened more than once to tear Gou Chen to pieces.

And given Tang Zhi’s ruthlessness and decisiveness, once he sensed something amiss, he would do everything in his power to expose the Undying Battle Body to the world, turning what was originally a war targeting only Longxi into the trumpet call for the Han Family’s reclamation.

When that happens, the entire world would descend into chaos, and no one could predict what methods the Han Family, after regenerating for a thousand years, might possess.

If he were alone, he would simply close his eyes and disregard the impending flood.

But he still had his parents, a foolish younger brother, and his adorable little sister Nuan Nuan to consider!

He couldn’t allow his own stupidity to doom all his loved ones. That was something he would never permit.

Not to mention, there were also the two kind souls who saved him. Tang Luo might have been lucid in mind, but his internal vision was the only thing clear, as his senses for the outside world had long since blurred.

But he clearly saw the cloud fog extract the Asura Divine Heart from within and understood the enormous price one must pay to seal such a throbbing Demon Heart; no one knew this better than he did.

And then there was the man referred to as senior brother by Yankong. If his interactions with Yankong and the Feitian Sect made Tang Luo feel that the Buddhist gate here was utterly unclean, then the existence of Yanshan made him realize that as long as there were true Zen practitioners with a heart full of compassion remaining, Buddhism would not fail.

This was a genuinely good person, and he could feel Yanshan’s anxiety over and over again as he treated him.

That terror was like carrying the most important thing on a steep mountain path, a winding trail only wide enough for one person, flanked on both sides by cliff faces, and the person bearing the load was also blindfolded.

Facing such immense fear, the fact that Yanshan could still come to heal him every day, where did such great compassion come from?

I must not become a burden to such a good person!

On the third day at Fuyun Temple, Tang Luo finally amassed enough Spiritual Power and executed the Immortal Wind Cloud Body Technique!

His body, still stiff and wrapped in bandages, did not hinder him from steadily releasing Spiritual Energy from the pores on his back. As if lifted into the air by someone’s hands, Tang Luo floated up from the bed and drifted out through the wide-open window.

The moment he left his room, Yanshan, who was reciting sutras during morning practice, let out a deep sigh, “Benefactor, why put yourself through this…”

At this time, Brother Tian was ascending the mountain with herbs for treating broken meridians, just in time to see Yanshan standing at the temple gate.

“Master, what are you looking at?”

Brother Tian followed Yanshan’s gaze into the sky and, finding nothing, turned back and asked.

“Scholar of the Clouds, if someone facing death refuses to implicate the innocent, would they unleash a catastrophe that could end the world?”

Yanshan did not lower his gaze. He continued to look dreamily at the clouds outside, his voice carrying a trace of mystery even as he spoke.

But Brother Tian clearly did not understand what Yanshan was getting at and scratched his head awkwardly, “That shouldn’t be the case, right?”

“Right, Master, how are his injuries?”

Having answered, Brother Tian brought up Tang Luo, prompting Yanshan to change his stance and to lower his head and say to Brother Tian, “That scholar has just left.”

“Left…left?” Brother Tian was stunned, “Master, don’t joke with me. His meridians are completely severed, his tendons torn to shreds, not a single bone in his body is intact, his Sea of Qi is shattered like a sieve devoid of any remaining Spiritual Power, and his soul and God’s Residence are drained. In such a state, let alone walking, he can’t even crawl without something to leverage. How could he have left?”

Convinced that Tang Luo could not have left on his own, Brother Tian developed a new theory, “Could it be… that pursuers with another Divine Symbol have found their way here?”

Yanshan gently shook his head to refute all of Brother Tian’s speculations, lamenting, “Had I not witnessed it with my own eyes, I would not believe that there exists a warrior in this world with such a resilient will. Nor would I believe that there exists such supreme control over Spiritual Power. We truly cannot compare!”

Monks do not tell lies. Often, Yanshan preferred silence over making conclusive statements. But with his background, whether it be in worldly experience or martial prowess, he was far beyond the average warrior. The young warrior he so admired, just who was he?

Brother Tian became increasingly curious about Tang Luo and asked, “Master, where did he go?”

“Scholar of the Clouds, please follow me.”

With one step, Yanshan employed a technique that allowed him to step into the void and ascend, while Brother Tian swept his robe, transforming the mists into Cloud Lotuses that he leapt upon, following Yanshan. The two concealed themselves in the mist as they went.