I Can See Your Combat Power - Chapter 797

Chapter 797: Chapter Ninety-One: Persuasion

“Referring to the mortal world alone?” Yang Kangzong gave a non-committal sigh. “Brother, you haven’t breached the boundary walls and delved into the void, have you?”

Chen Menglu nodded. Even with his mastery of the Four Imperial Spirit Seals and the strength of his physical body equal to a common Grandmaster, venturing deep into the void was still somewhat forced. Therefore, he hadn’t shattered the boundary walls to explore the void.

“No wonder then,” Yang Kangzong said understandingly. “Saint Han once traveled millions of miles in the void, leaving behind a rare and precious jade inscribed with his image. This Divine Jade is currently in the possession of the Ji Clan in Beimang. If brother is interested, you can visit Beimang. It might change your perspective of the world.”

Arriving at a level of strength equal to a Grandmaster, they had all found their own ways, and have begun studying the essence of Spiritual Power. Hence, there were very few things in the world that could intrigue them, or to put it another way, things that could stir their interest are extremely rare in this world.

However, the legacy of Saint Han could certainly be counted as something that could captivate a Grandmaster. The higher their level of cultivation, the more their curiosity about the world would grow, leading to an itch they just have to scratch.

After listening to Yang Kangzong’s words, Chen Menglu lowered his head in deep thought for a moment before nodding and saying, “In twenty years, if I still haven’t found a way forward in the Great Dream Heart Sutra, I will visit the Ji Clan in Beimang.”

“I shall be waiting in Beimang, anticipating good news from you!” Yang Kangzong, overjoyed, greeted with his two hands clasped together.

Chen Menglu returned the gesture with a wry smile. Watching Yang Kangzong dissolve into countless light spots and disappearing behind the Divine Array Node, he sighed to himself, “Oh well, it seems Elder Brother Yang doesn’t believe I’ll be able to find a way forward in the next twenty years.”

Controlling spirits but not the heart, cultivating energy but not the soul, the former severs the path to the grandmasters, the latter cuts off the way to the King Realm.

After cultivating the Four Imperial Spirit Seals to the supreme realm of uniting four spirits, there was no further path on this divine array. Even if Chen Menglu bet his Heaven-level Bloodline Illusion Dream Space, it was still tough to continue this path forward.

Sitting on Xumi Mountain, his cultivation had been stagnating for decades. Even with his resilient will, he found it hard to carry on.

The last twenty years. If he couldn’t find a breakthrough ahead, he would have to seek other methods…

Chen Menglu thought to himself. After giving himself a final ultimatum, he returned his focus to the Illusion Moon scene in the center of the Nexus — he wanted to see how many people could uncover the secrets of the illusionary realm.

One by one, Illusion Moon scenes flashed before his eyes. As the master of the Illusion Dream Divine Array, he was a true god in these illusions. This was why the second trial at the Martial Saint Mountain was set here; with his supervision, no one would come to harm.

One by one, young challengers emerged in the watery mirror, stirring up many thoughts in the calm heart of Chen Menglu. These young people, whether strong or weak, were all walking on a path reaching the skies.

Cultivating both life form and spirit, what a wonderful martial way. Chen Menglu’s heart was filled with blessings. Only those who have truly experienced the desperation of a path with no way forward would understand how hard-won this fortune was.

With a smile, the Illusionary Master Chen Menglu checked the illusions in front of him. Soon, it was Tang Luo’s turn. The entire Divine Array Nexus suddenly shook, and Chen Menglu, like he has discovered something unthinkable, saw the whole city spring to life because of the young man on the altar. In the Scripture Pavilion of the Huangs, scholars were transcribing the contents of the bamboo slips into paper books.

How did a young man manage to mobilize a whole city in just two days’ time? Curiosity taking over, Chen Menglu’s consciousness delved into this illusion, tracing back everything from the moment Tang Luo entered.

Meanwhile, Tang Luo was completely unaware that the master of the Illusionary Realm had arrived. He was on the altar, dealing with the people from the mud race who wanted to exchange their items for divine coins.

“No, no, no, I do not need a martial arts secret manual. Really, not even the Imperial ones. Even if it can be trained up to the Fierce Realm, I still don’t want it. Right! Absolutely not, you keep it.”

“Map of the Dragon Clan’s treasure location? No need, no need. If the Dragon Clan had any remarkable treasure, it would have been divided among the sacred places already. What is a sacred place? They are places where Saints have emerged. If you don’t have anything else, let the next person come.”

“Heretical supernatural powers? Are these outside the city records? If so, a jade for a volume, no need for duplicates.”

“Ancient secrets? Let me hear it, see if it’s any use to me. Do you think I, this big boss, will trick you? Just give me a brief description. If I find it valuable, we can deal. Yes, that’s correct. Whether it’s a book record or oral transmission, both are acceptable.”

Maybe from the beginning, there shouldn’t be any expectations for the civilians of the city. A thousand years is indeed too long. How many glories from the past would be obliterated after several generations of ups and downs, and how many of them could preserve the relics of their ancestors?

There were many who took their “treasures” to the altar, hoping for a stroke of luck, but pieces of real value were scarce. Perhaps these people have not thought of returning to Xiehe from the depths of their hearts.

After Tang Luo delicately refused dozens of the city’s Spirit Controllers, finally an interesting person came forward. At least, he was a Spirit Controller with tens of thousands of spiritual power, and wouldn’t treat an ancient manual like a treasure as commoners would.

The Spirit Controller, nearly sixty years old, ascended the altar and respectfully paid respects to Tang Luo, “Greeting Mr. Tang.”

“No need for that, what do you want to exchange?” Tang Luo asked.

“I want to exchange a promise from a holy land with Mr. Tang!” he said.

“A promise from a holy land?” Tang Luo’s heart stirred with curiosity. He asked, “What promise from a holy land?”

“I am a descendant of the Lei Clan. In ancient times, the Ancestor of the Lei Clan and Yun Zu were on good terms. They exposed the evils of the Qi dynasty to the world, with Yun Zu playing a big part in it. Later, when things were exposed, the Ancestor of the Lei Clan took his people to hide from the calamity. Yun Zu gave out a token promising that if the Lei Clan ever returns, the Yun Clan in Longzhou would extend their full support as if they saw Yun Zu in person.”

As the Spirit Controller narrated, the crowd of the city stirred. A few people couldn’t resist shouting out, “Lei Peng, didn’t you say that Yun Zu’s token was lost a long time ago? You wouldn’t dare to deceive Mr. Tang with a fake token, would you?”

“That’s right, you should confirm its authenticity first!”

The citizens of the city pushed forward eagerly towards the altar, eager to see the appearance of the Yun Clan’s token. Yet, no one asked whether the Yun Clan was a holy land of the Human Race. It seemed as if these people had already firmly believed that if there were holy lands, the Yun Clan would certainly be among them.

This perception intrigued Tang Luo, and he couldn’t help asking the Spirit Controller, “Was the Yun Clan remarkable in ancient times?”

“Of course, Yun Zu was the king without a crown in Longzhou and the only existence that could contend with the Demon King.” The Spirit Controller gave Tang Luo a strange look, then took out a token that appeared to be made of gold or jade from his chest, and proudly said, “Mr. Tang, you can decide how much this promise from the Yun Clan is worth!”

The Yun Clan has been wiped out, so of course this token isn’t worth even a single jade.

Tang Luo wanted to say that but his curiosity about the ancient Yun Clan outweighed his impulse to speak rashly. He only knew that the Yun Clan of the Chaochang era was a legendary commercial family on the continent, but the Yun Clan that the Spirit Controller spoke of seemed far more than just a simple commercial family.