I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1787 - 220: Seeking Answers

Chapter 1787: Chapter 220: Seeking Answers

Someone once said there are two things in the world that cannot be hidden: a cough and love.

But then again, if even a cough and love can’t be hidden, then how could the colossal Dragon Beasts ever stay concealed?

While every Wind Media spy focused their attention on uncovering the origins of the Dragon Beasts, the disciples from the academy’s Business Department were losing their minds, gathering like mad people outside the administration office.

It is true that some things are only cherished after they are lost. Back then, when the dean held large classes to lecture on the true essence of cultivation, many students participated, but few appreciated it.

After that, the dean stopped scheduling large classes. Honestly, the students didn’t think much of it. After all, judging from the outcome of the first class, the dean’s content seemed far too impractical.

Two months passed, and scarcely anyone remembered the contents of those lectures. To some students, the dean’s skills seemed even inferior to those of the teaching staff.

As such, few cared whether there would be large classes or not. But today, upon discovering the dean’s true realm, those theories once deemed absurd took on an entirely new meaning.

The disciples surrounding the administration office were all there for the same reason: to ask when the dean’s next large class would be held.

When they heard that Tang Luo would no longer hold large classes, many disciples regretted it so deeply they wanted to jump off the mountain.

For these disciples, Shen Tu Jihui, who oversaw the administration office, could only shake his head.

The mundane majority in the world are like this. They barely grasp the principles of cultivation, nor can they discern the quality of those principles.

They blindly follow the people who explain the principles. If the speaker of the principles possesses sufficiently high realms and power, they believe the principles must be good.

These disciples all attended the dean’s large class back then, but they disdained the content. Was it that the content of the dean’s lectures was bad?

In truth, it was simply that the dean hadn’t revealed his true realm back then. But today, with the dean showcasing his power, those lessons that were once discarded like worn-out shoes have now been revered as sacred truths.

With such mindsets, even if the Human King lectured day and night, how could they achieve any success in martial cultivation?

Shen Tu Jihui scolded the disciples gathered outside the office, but the majority didn’t understand the deep meaning within his words. They simply assumed Shen Tu was being irritable.

Irritable... then let it be irritable.

...

The next day, some disciples who had completed their Soul Casting graduated from the Business Department—perhaps because Feng Shixing, their senior, led them.

All graduated disciples would step out the main gate, turn around on the platform, and bow deeply toward the academy’s entrance to express their gratitude to their teachers. Over time, this became customary.

Most of the time, this was merely a basic courtesy—simple, straightforward bows accompanied by a loud note of thanks, and that would be the end of it.

The teachers at Unparalleled Academy certainly deserved this acknowledgment for their efforts. However, this time, the group of graduates seemed as though they wanted to break their foreheads from kneeling so earnestly.

Some even wept bitterly, overwhelmed with regret and shame. On what should have been a celebratory day of graduation, they looked more like they had lost everything and were utterly helpless.

The Wind Media spies stationed in the city, frustrated at their lack of breakthroughs, couldn’t help but take note of the bizarre scene. After conferring, they investigated every aspect of the graduating disciples’ identities.

With the local noble families exerting a little pressure, the events of the past few days at Unparalleled Academy could no longer be concealed.

The profoundly mysterious dean of Unparalleled Academy was finally exposed, revealed to be a Human King who had crossed into the Other Shore.

As this news spread across Longzhou, the Wind Media factions that had continuously disparaged Unparalleled Academy’s lack of foundation were struck silent with fear, and the entirety of Longzhou found itself enveloped in solemnity.

...

Pingshan City

Watching the intelligence reports handed over from Wind Media Department across various regions, An Yuanxi’s expression turned complicated.

On one hand, he was relieved—relieved that he hadn’t acted recklessly back then. If that day he had truly sailed the Divine Ship into Red Cloud to provoke trouble, the outcome would have been nothing short of catastrophic.

On the other hand, he felt it was a pity. He had already arranged strategies at the level of a Sacred Land Sect Master, but those plans became useless due to the revelation of the dean’s realm.

Wushen Mountain and Eclipse Sect may be arrogant and flamboyant, but they would never choose to face a king.

What caused greater unease was the possibility that if this mysterious dean truly belonged to a certain lineage, two dreadful scenarios might arise.

The first: the clan absent for a thousand years not only possessed saints but also had Human Kings who had crossed into the Other Shore.

Or, the second: the mysterious dean was none other than the Saint King Huanghuo.

From a personal standpoint, the situation had now developed beyond the realm he, as a Sky Patrol envoy, could influence. And yet, the Saint King most suited to intervene had already vanished into the void, no sign of return.

"Prepare a letter of visitation for the Lin Clan of Long Valley!"

Under such circumstances, even contacting the pillar gods of Divine Court responsible for foreign affairs might prove ineffective. The most appropriate ally now would undoubtedly be the Beast Taming Sect.

After all, they bore a true grudge against that clan.

...

Long Valley, beneath the Phoenix Tree

The Flower-Coat Old Man squatted under the tree. Before him was a golden platter stacked high with peanuts, bright red and full. Picking through them, he snapped up one, popped it into his mouth, and took a swig of fine wine, completely indulging in his merriment.

Suddenly, sensing something, the old man flipped the golden platter, transforming the plump peanuts into freshly dug, slightly muddy ones.

Having done this, Cao Changqing dragged along a begrudgingly compliant figure up to the mountain peak.

"Hey, old man!"

From afar, Cao Changqing shouted, "Stop hiding—I could smell the roasted peanuts all the way from the base of the mountain!"

"Kid must be part dog if you can smell that!"

The old man feigned shock, then flipped the platter again, revealing the bright red peanuts: "Fine, fine! You win, debt-collecting brat!"

"Hehehe!"

Spotting the peanuts, Cao Changqing let go of Cao Yanran and dashed forward, scooping a handful and stuffing them into his mouth. Chewing loudly, he mumbled indistinctly, "Old man, there’s trouble at Mao Sect!"

"Slow down!"

The Flower-Coat Old Man scolded, "I should never have let you, this debt-collecting brat, up here in the first place! After all these years of eating my peanuts, now you’re even bringing others along!"

"And so what if I bring someone? The whole sect has been looking for you and couldn’t find you!"

Cao Changqing retorted in dissatisfaction, "If I didn’t drag someone up here, the Mao Sect would be bullied to death!"

"If Mao Sect doesn’t bully others, that’s already good enough—how could they possibly be bullied?"

The Flower-Coat Old Man scoffed, picking up another peanut: "Clueless brat."

"Mao Sect disciple Cao Yanran, pays respects to Ancestor!"

Dragged along up the mountain, Cao Yanran dared not behave as casually as Cao Changqing. Kneeling before the Phoenix Tree, he respectfully performed a bowing ritual.

"Rise, child."

The Flower-Coat Old Man waved his hand, allowing Cao Yanran to stand. Noticing the deep confusion on Mao Sect’s true disciple’s face, he smiled and asked, "What’s troubling you, little one? Are the affairs of the Mao Sect weighing you down and hindering your cultivation?"

"Your words, Ancestor. My doubts don’t stem from external affairs but rather from an unsettling matter in recent days. I feel restless and lost, unsure of how to proceed. May I humbly ask for your guidance?"

Cao Yanran mustered his courage and posed his question to the old man.