I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 972: Chapter Two Hundred and Sixty-Six: The Maze of Illusions

Seeing Wu Shiba fall unconscious, the young man disregarded his own injuries and scrambled forward, tearing open his clothes to press them against the other’s neck, but it was in vain.

The human body is very fragile, including martial artists. A deep cut to the neck causing severe blood loss can lead to the death of even a robust Transcendent martial artist within dozens of breaths. And judging by the current situation, even if Tang Luo took action, he couldn’t replenish the yellow-faced man’s depleted vital energy and blood. In other words, this man was as good as dead.

Glancing at Wu Shiba who had lost too much blood, Tang Luo was about to stand up and leave when he was stopped by the young man.

“Wait!” The young man holding Wu Shiba in his arms suppressed his emotions and looked up with a trembling voice, “I beg you, take my life in exchange for Brother Wu’s, would that be alright?”

Tang Luo laughed, “Have you mistaken me for a wish-granting genie?”

“You said it, you would let one of us brothers live!”

The young man took the wrist blade from Wu Shiba’s hand and placed it against his own neck, shouting, “I should never have come into this world, is it okay to exchange this life for Brother Wu’s?!”

“Don’t overestimate your own importance,” Tang Luo stood up, turning away, “Your life might be very important to him, but to me, it’s worthless.”

Ignoring the young man behind him whose expression changed drastically, Tang Luo stepped towards the counter, saying lightly, “Honestly, even if I let you go, you won’t live. You call yourselves bodyguards, but you were bullies. The people of Lotus Pass despise you as much as you once dominated them. Do you really think you can walk out of this street alive?”

Hearing Tang Luo’s words, the young man’s hand holding the blade trembled, gasping, “So, you’ve been deceiving us!”

“Deceive?” Tang Luo turned his head, shrugged helplessly, “Today’s outcome is the result of yesterday’s causes. You might have forgotten, but in the beginning, I only came to find a guide and a cook.”

After speaking, he turned back and lightly knocked on the counter. The shopkeeper and the clerk quietly poked their heads out, only to see Tang Luo’s departing figure and a piece of Red Crystal the size of a finger on the counter.

As soon as Tang Luo left the Lotus Inn and stepped onto the street, he felt the gaze of many spies, knowing without thinking that these were all the eyes of the Lotus Pass clans.

Their goal was to deduce his next move through his actions, to prevent the nobility from being too passive.

And choosing Wind Media instead of a guard unit showed the cautious side of the small city clan of Lotus Pass; these old scheming folks wouldn’t recklessly meet him without first understanding his background because they didn’t know how to approach him.

Therefore, faced with the Wind Media’s prying eyes, Tang Luo remained calm, continuing with his own affairs, first buying a luxurious carriage in the market and hiring a team of guards.

The group left Lotus Pass in a grand procession, and after ensuring that all the spies behind them had disappeared, Tang Luo halted the carriage and called the guard captain over.

Taking out a letter from his bosom to give to the guard captain, Tang Luo said earnestly, “Escort this empty carriage to the courier station of the Beast Taming Sect in Fan City. The person who opens the letter will pay the rest of the money. Remember, don’t think about anything on the way and rush to Fan City with all your might. The faster you go, the more the reward. Do you understand?”

The guard captain took the letter, placed it in his bosom, and led the team to receive the order and leave. Meanwhile, Tang Luo rose into the air and moved towards another small city. At almost the same time he left Lotus Pass, a big monk with a green complexion wearing a bamboo hat arrived at Lotus Pass.

Gu Han, secretly escorted out of Beimang by the Ji Family, arrived in Lian City only to discover that the special envoy from the Wind Media Department, who had been stationed in Lian City, had died an untimely death.noveldrama

It was no easy feat for the Blood Tower to train a special Wind Media envoy; over the years, there were less than two hundred who truly qualified, and Wu Fifty-Eight was one of the earliest members from the Blood Tower, yet he died in such a remote and quiet small town.

Furious, the Corpse Monk grabbed the shopkeeper with one hand and barked, “Who killed him? Where is the body!?”

“To… to answer your excellency, it was a traveler from another town who killed our protector, and as for the body, it was taken away by Thirteen…”

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Mount Lan City, Wind Media Department

Since Tang Feng assumed the role of head of the Wind Media Department, there had seldom been times of such utter chaos.

The Devil Lord Gou Chen’s whereabouts remained unknown, and his menacing presence hung over them like a knife poised at their throats, uncertain of when it might strike.

As for Tang Luo, who had run away from his wedding, he was another cause for concern. Although it was already clear that he did not favor this arranged marriage, no one expected his method of resistance to be so vehement.

This incident reminded everyone that even as Tang Clan’s future pillar, he was still just a young man of twenty, and Tang Luo’s maturity beyond his years often made people overlook this fact.

But the event made it clear that Tang Luo was still the same person, the spirited young man who would clash with the Great Elder over a mere five acres of land during the clan’s assembly.

What was most frustrating was that no one in the clan could control this young man, because the merits he had established were simply too great, to the extent that even the retainers found them too heavy to bear.

Even more vexing was his lack of desire for anything other than martial arts; Red Crystal City, built from crystals on Red Cloud Mountain, had begun to take shape as a spectacle in the middle reaches of Lingjiang, with a population of several hundred thousand recognizing it as Tang Clan’s acknowledged fiefdom. Yet, its lord had never once visited.

The Righteous Business Group had become the agricultural tool leader in the Lingjiang Seven Cities, and its scale could not even be described as “making money hand over fist.” Within it, the Righteous Gang was an organization admired by all the young people of the Lingjiang Seven Cities. After all, it was unprecedented to make a top-tier Yellow Rank martial arts technique the foundational practice of a gang.

Everyone thought that the Righteous Gang was the organization Tang Luo valued most. Even its internal members rarely got to see Tang Luo, maybe once a year, helping Gong Zheng. If not for Tang Luo’s formidable reputation, the gang members might think that Manager Cui and Gong Zheng had sidelined Tang Luo.

If he cared neither for cities nor money, surely the Marshal Star Pavilion, earned with such merit, must be Tang Luo’s pride and joy.

The warriors of the clan, handpicked by him from a million refugees, made it clear to everyone that the warriors of the Marshal Star Pavilion were Tang Luo’s prized possession. The treatment those soldiers received astonished many; it was what scions of great clans and noble families were privileged to enjoy.

And the Marshal Star Pavilion did not disappoint Tang Luo’s expectations. Not only did they make a significant impact in the Star Ranking Challenge six months prior, but their recent head-on confrontation with the martial practitioners from the judiciary had also showcased the extraordinary talents of Tang Clan’s warriors.

It was said that the martial arts practiced by these warriors were all personally tailored one-on-one by Tang Luo, so in private, they all considered him as their master and held him in utmost reverence.