I Can See Your Combat Power
Chapter 1814 - 240:

Chapter 1814: Chapter 240:

Looking at the poisonous ulcers on Uncle Wang’s face, Yiqi Tianlong recalled the days when he was rebellious and irritable.

Later, he came to understand the truth and realized his mistakes, wanting to make amends.

But by then, these toxins had already fused completely with Uncle Wang’s flesh and blood, making separation impossible.

Even with his profound medical skills and mastery of poison control, he could only use the method of poison equilibrium to sustain Uncle Wang’s life.

The debt he owed Uncle Wang was beyond words, so how could he stand by and watch him die?

The Dragon Centipede Soul clawed and rammed against its boundaries but could not break through the restrictions. The master of Suspending Pot Peak was determined to force his compliance and would never leave any openings.

In his desperation, Yiqi Tianlong understood that, given Uncle Wang’s obstinate nature, if he did not respond immediately, Uncle Wang would unhesitatingly leap off the mountain the next instant.

Yiqi Tianlong closed his eyes in agony and shouted down the mountain, "I agree... I agree! Please step back!"

Uncle Wang, who had already stepped half a foot off the cliff’s edge, sighed deeply upon hearing this and chuckled slyly. He turned back toward the edge, struggled to lean on his cane as he bent down, and said with a grin, "That’s better! You gotta aim big! Uncle Wang will go down the mountain now and talk to the Peak Master!"

The elderly man, hunchbacked and bent, tottered his way down the mountain. In his excitement, he failed to notice the torment in Yiqi Tianlong’s eyes.

Perhaps in his view, this was him using his life to twist the stubborn mind of a child, ensuring for him a brighter future.

This thought was simple yet obstinate, so naturally, he wouldn’t consider what Yiqi Tianlong would lose after the twist. After all, in the old man’s eyes, becoming the master of Little Miasma Peak was the brightest future a child could have.

Standing dazed at the summit, Yiqi Tianlong stared blankly at the old man’s retreating figure until it disappeared at the end of the mountain trail, the clouds wrapping halfway up the mountains seemingly veiling the once-clear path ahead.

Master of Little Miasma Peak?

To the majority of the Divine Sect disciples, this might indeed be a grand future, but to Yiqi Tianlong, what did it even mean?

Looking south from Reflection Cliff toward the Absolute Summit, Yiqi Weimao stood together with Jiang Fuling, the master of Divine Sect, gazing far into the distance at the heartbroken disciple on Reflection Cliff, filled with sorrow.

"This is the best outcome!"

Yiqi Weimao’s tone was stiff, as if trying to bolster his own confidence. He repeated once more, "This is the best!"

"Weimao, my dear brother..."

Jiang Fuling, full of guilt, clasped his hands together and said, "In this matter, the Jiang family has wronged the Yiqi clan..."

"The fault does not lie in warfare."

Yiqi Weimao’s gaze grew distant as he interrupted, "The blame falls on the chaotic world where dragons and serpents arise, and monsters run rampant. Such people... Such people..."

Shaking his head, the master of Little Miasma Peak sighed softly, "Cannot be defeated, cannot be fought!"

"Thank you, Weimao, for understanding Fuling’s predicament."

Jiang Fuling said apologetically, "The Ancestor has agreed that after this, he will accept a child from the Yiqi lineage as his final disciple."

"If so, Yiqi Weimao will represent the Yiqi clan in expressing gratitude for the Ancestor’s magnanimity."

By all accounts, receiving Jiang Fushen’s promise should have made Yiqi Weimao happy. After all, becoming a final disciple almost guarantees the achievement of mastery.

Yet, gazing out at the distant, dazed disciple, Yiqi Weimao simply couldn’t feel even a hint of joy.

"We cannot let Tianlong stay lost in thought any longer. His Dao Heart is wavering now, perhaps even retreating in his mindset. We must immediately make him understand the sect’s difficulties and its appreciation for him. Weimao, my brother, I must trouble you to visit Little Miasma Peak and bring the teachers and elders who guide Tianlong in his lessons up the mountain."

...

The solemn Reflection Cliff had never been so lively as it was today. After Uncle Wang left the mountain, many people who were deeply significant in Yiqi Tianlong’s life took turns climbing it to visit him.

Among them were his parents, whom he had not seen in years, his mentor who had opened his mind, the coach who had trained him in martial arts, the master who taught him about medicine, and even the woman he deeply loved.

These people, whom he cherished dearly, ascended the mountain to speak and act—no more than to give him a reason to compromise.

Look, this isn’t your fault. You’ve already done enough. After all, there are many things in this world that cannot be accomplished merely by persistence.

You’ve already done so much. From here on, it’s time to plan for yourself.

Yiqi Tianlong truly wanted to nod. If he just nodded, he could obtain the Void Battle Body cultivation method he had dreamed of, and even mend his relationship with a heroic generation destined to dominate.

But his once flexible neck seemed frozen at this moment, as if the innocent souls swept into the muddy tides of Lingjiang were gazing at him from behind.

The Evil King Palace had retreated, the sect’s true disciples had fled, the Justice Alliance had scattered, even the bounty guild had rescinded the bounty for the Tang clan.

This justice delayed for a millennium, tied to billions of innocent souls, seemed now reduced to him alone.

It seemed, truly, like the point had been reached where it could go no further.

...

March 18, 1796, Dragon Continent Calendar, early morning.

After the rain, the verdant mountains were refreshing, even the decayed leaves exuded a clean scent. The vegetation, influenced by powerful life energy, flourished like the peak of summer.

Jiang Qinjiao, an outer sect elder of Medicine God Sect, arrived at He Shou Peak to meet Tang Luo.

"Principal, Dao Child Tianlong is ready. At this moment, he is waiting on Suspending Pot Peak for your esteemed arrival."

Jiang Qinjiao’s demeanor was sincere, his face beaming with smiles, and this easy manner made Tang Luo exhale a long breath.

To him, the greatest fear was Yiqi Tianlong walking into a dead end.

Now it seemed that the elaborate scenario he arranged within the Medicine God Sect was not in vain.

He pulled out from his spiritual storage a white booklet inscribed with "Void Battle Body."

"This is the cultivation method promised to your sect. Please, Elder Jiang, take good care of it."

Handing over the white booklet to the respectful elder holding it with both hands, Tang Luo smiled and said, "Lead the way."