I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1798 - 229: Conditions

Chapter 1798: Chapter 229: Conditions

"What does the Chief want this peak to prepare?"

Yiqi Weimao clenched his fists tightly, his face cold as frost, and stared at Jiang Fuling with a piercing gaze: "Is it to apologize to Yuanzhou’s Void Grandmaster, or to offer up our most outstanding disciple, severing all hope for the Yiqi lineage?"

"Brother Weimao, why would you think so?"

Jiang Fuling paled and hurried to explain, "Our sect prides itself on righteousness and balance, and has never shown partiality. As for our handling of the Longzhou assault on the Tang Clan, Tianlong’s actions were not mistaken. Even if the Saint Lord were to confront us personally, our sect would not yield an inch. Brother Weimao, you’ve misunderstood me!"

Hearing these words, Yiqi Weimao’s harsh demeanor softened slightly, though he still retained some wariness as he stiffly responded: "If that’s truly not the case, then I am unclear as to what sort of preparation the Chief means. Could you please clarify?"

"The head of the Unparalleled Institute is visiting us this time, and his intent is undoubtedly significant. However, given our current circumstances, it is impossible for our sect to refuse."

Jiang Fuling’s face clouded with worry: "If the other party makes requests regarding Dharma Body-related resources, it would not be too concerning. My fear lies in the possibility that they might be here over the matter of the Longzhou-Tang Clan conflict. After all, the Tang Clan’s patriarch and numerous Martial Ancestors perished at the hands of Tianlong."

"Even if a king is tyrannical, Little Miasma Peak will never back down. Fight to the death, and so be it!"

Yiqi Weimao thundered indignantly.

"Brother Weimao, there’s no need for anger. If the headmaster is indeed here over the Longzhou-Tang Clan matter, our sect will naturally take the lead. But if the request pertains to resources..."

Jiang Fuling gave a bitter smile: "I fear Brother Weimao will laugh at me. In order to study the Void Spiritual Body, Suspending Pot Peak has invested all its resources into the subterranean palace. Should the headmaster indeed ask for resources, Little Miasma Peak may need to lend a hand."

At this point, if Yiqi Weimao still couldn’t grasp the subtext, he would truly be foolish.

"If Little Miasma Peak is needed for resources, a single decree from the Chief would suffice. Why say such misleading things that disturb the mind?"

He snorted impatiently, his tone brisk: "If it’s a matter of resource requests, leave it entirely to Little Miasma Peak, no need for further deliberation."

"Brother Weimao, such generosity!"

Jiang Fuling’s face lit up, and he raised a thumb in sincere praise: "With this, all worries are swept away!"

...

A three-day-long sermon and demonstration of techniques may neither seem long nor short, as time is always a relative concept.

The incense stick burned during intense training feels torturously slow, while the same incense stick burned during indulgent amusement vanishes in an instant.

The Medicine God Sect had hosted many sermons of this caliber in the past, where kings graced the assembly, but never had such grandeur been witnessed.

Regardless of their cultivation level, everyone listened intently, utterly enraptured. For a full three days, the methodology, techniques, and philosophies continued unabated. To the disciples, it felt as fleeting as a galloping horse across a narrow field.

If they could, they would wish to continue listening endlessly. But no banquet lasts forever.

When they finally came to their senses, the sermon platform was already vacant. On He Shou Peak, which was crowded with disciples of the Divine Sect, everyone knelt before the empty stage, eyes brimming, shouting fervently, "Farewell, Master of the Seat!"

To cultivators, performing the Master’s ritual is an extremely solemn act. To address someone as the Seat Master signified that, over the past three days, the disciples had gained immeasurable insight. More importantly, it implied that many believed their future paths would follow the directions established during the lecture.

"Even in years past, when the Divine Court Lunar Star Monarch came to He Shou Peak to preach, it wasn’t as grand as this. The Divine Sect disciples’ admiration for the headmaster defies words. However, it is truly unfortunate that his true visage remains unseen."

After the lecture concluded, Jiang Fuling once again met with Tang Luo, subtly expressing a request.

"Why fret over illusions and truths? As long as the disciples of the Divine Sect gained enlightenment, this lecture can be deemed a success."

Tang Luo replied with a calm smile: "As for who delivered the teachings, does it matter that much? Do you not agree, Chief Jiang?"

"The headmaster’s generosity is boundless. Thousands of disciples proclaiming their allegiance to the Seat Master is a first in the history of the Divine Sect. Such virtue—I wonder how we might repay you."

Jiang Fuling clapped his hands and said, "May I ask the headmaster directly? So long as the matter aligns with our principles, our sect will never refuse!"

The painstakingly made overture finally bore fruit, invigorating Tang Luo’s spirit. Without any pretense, he spoke directly: "The condition is not arduous. I simply wish for a Divine Sect Dao Child to lend aid in treating someone."

"Healing and saving lives is our duty. There are countless individuals within the sect whose medical prowess surpasses that of the Dao Child. May I ask who the patient is, for whom Tianlong’s intervention is necessary?"

Jiang Fuling asked in surprise.

"The reason is that the patient has fallen victim to Tianlong Dao Child’s Herbal Spirit Poison, which has seeped into his organs and affords him little time."

Tang Luo replied evenly: "The patient is none other than the Alliance Leader of the Longxi Alliance, Tang Zhi."

Silence served as a different form of reply; the previously light and pleasant discussion now turned suffocating.

Jiang Fuling’s polite and courteous demeanor was replaced by a frigid expression that seemed to keep others at bay: "So, the headmaster is here to advocate for the Longxi Alliance and the Tang Clan this time?"

"It isn’t about advocacy. The Longxi Alliance has already dissolved into the past, and the Tang Clan has faced its rightful punishment. This visit is merely to request that the Divine Sect show leniency and allow the already chastised sinner to regain his sanity so that he may continue redeeming his clan’s misdeeds."

Tang Luo bowed deeply, his posture lowered to the utmost.

However, Jiang Fuling showed no intention of conceding: "Just earlier, I stated that the Divine Sect only accepts requests that conform to its principles. Tang Zhi is the chief perpetrator of Longxi’s transgressions, and saving such a villain does not align with our sect’s principles. I ask that the headmaster make another proposal."

Such an outright rejection utterly severed the possibility of further negotiation. Watching Jiang Fuling, Tang Luo murmured faintly: "I have heard that the Divine Sect has gone a century without a Grandmaster breaking through."

Within the initial amicable atmosphere, this could have been perceived as expressed concern for the Medicine God Sect.

But at this awkward juncture, the words resonated with a disquieting undertone. Jiang Fuling, however, remained composed, though her expression grew ever frostier: "Is this a threat to our sect, sir?"

"Not a threat—an exchange."

Tang Luo replied evenly: "It is said that the Divine Sect has long coveted the Void Spiritual Body. I wonder if the complete Void Spiritual Body cultivation method, along with the subsequent Sealing King Technique, would be sufficient to persuade Chief Jiang to reconsider her stance."

"Who exactly are you!?"

Jiang Fuling’s eyes glinted with wariness as she furrowed her brows: "And where did you hear such things?"

The study of the Void Spiritual Body was a top-secret endeavor of the Medicine God Sect. Besides the Grandmasters directly involved, only a few peak masters knew the specifics.

Yet here was Tang Luo, casually exposing this crucial secret twice over. It was an unnerving situation.

Reciting Divine Armor’s true name internally to connect with the Mountain Protection Array, the Hundred Herbs Immortal King Armor instantly adorned Jiang Fuling, and the massive array atop Suspending Pot Peak shimmered with starry luminescence. Interwoven Spiritual Power sealed the hall within moments.

Almost simultaneously with the formation’s activation, surrounding divine light descended as the sect’s Grandmasters mobilized their Spiritual Travel Techniques. Within mere breaths, the hall was surrounded.

Spiritual Light ripped apart the hall’s roof, revealing within the confrontation between Tang Luo and Jiang Fuling.

The "Seat Master" hailed by thousands of Divine Sect disciples on He Shou Peak now stood encircled by over a dozen Grandmasters within a radiant hall.