I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 1058: Chapter 351: Knocking on the Mountain Chapter 1058: Chapter 351: Knocking on the Mountain If Tang Luo could move right now, he would definitely get up and communicate properly with this self-talking guy, but regrettably, aside from his eyes, his whole body was immovable, so he could only watch helplessly as the visitor poured an unknown concoction from the jar into his throat, just like force-feeding a duck.

Not until the person-sized jar was completely emptied did Brother Tian nod in satisfaction, saying, “Hmm, that should be about right.”

Setting the empty jar by the bed, Brother Tian comfortably sat down on a chair and casually mentioned the changes in Chaochang over the past couple of days.

“Two days ago, Chaochang went into lockdown, allowing entry but no exit, trapping even veteran merchants inside the city. All places capable and incapable of hiding people became targets for search. The Wind Department Feather God and the group of royal inspectors led the guards from various security offices in Chaochang have already turned the city upside down.”

“People from Martial Saint Mountain have also arrived—it’s Dapeng Grandmaster Bu Jiu, Big Arbitrator Wei Hanyuan and Mo Baishou, along with dozens of seasoned Arbitrators. Right now, the three grandmasters have entered the city, but the Arbitrators are scattered all over the Wilderness, continuously extending their search outward from a thatched cottage as the center. They’ve already reached Jialan Village and I believe it won’t be long before they come to the temple!”

At this point, Brother Tian paused, then laughed, “How about that, are you feeling panicked after hearing this news?”

“But you need not fear, since Big Brother has already arrived, you definitely won’t have any trouble, does that make you feel much better inside?”

It was hard to imagine just how lonely this guy must be to be able to ramble on and on at someone who could only move their eyes, practically a living corpse.

After hearing the first two pieces of news, Tang Luo closed his eyes, as if wanting to sleep, but the other party was not dissuaded in the slightest and continued to sit by the bed and talk to himself.

“Actually, the masters have told me that you’re a descendant of the Han Family, cultivating the familiy’s main lineage of the Undying Battle Body, and your accomplishments are not shallow. I also know that a genius martial artist with your kind of talent is single-mindedly focused on restoring the glory of the Han Family, but young man, you are still too impulsive!”

Annoyed, Tang Luo opened his eyes and rolled them at Brother Tian, trying to signal the other party’s guess was wrong.

However, it was quite clear that such a subtle gesture could not get the other party to back off, but instead made him even more enthusiastic.

“Did I say something wrong~” Faced with Tang Luo’s rolling eyes, Brother Tian said unhappily, “With such talent and insight, you should’ve stayed hidden and kept yourself available for future use. Now, you know the outcome of someone who couldn’t withstand loneliness!”

Perhaps realizing that he had been too harsh, Brother Tian sighed and said, “The master has said that your body is in a grave condition, with your Sea of Qi leaking like a sieve, your soul extinguished in the God’s Residence, and all your meridians severed. Even with the Cihang Treasure Light pouring over you day and night, you’ll need at least a year to be able to move, and three years before you can regain the ability to act on your own, but even after recovery, you’ll never return to your former state.”

Before their bodies become Spirit Qualified, martial artists are quite fragile, primarily in terms of recovery capability.

No matter whether it’s a minor or major injury, it will leave traces in a martial artist’s body, as if they had never fully healed, and accumulate in an inconceivable way.

Many martial artists with exceptional talent have their paths forward cut off forever by lingering injuries and chronic pains.

In Brother Tian’s eyes, Tang Luo was just such a pitiful guy.

“No matter what ambitions you had in the past or what kind of deep-seated hatred you bear, with a body like this, you can no longer move forward. Let it go and live as a common person in Chaochang. Forget about past glories, forget about family beliefs, pretend that your former self has already died in the Wilderness, and just live well.”

How hard it is for people to live freely, Brother Tian heaved another sigh, left Tang Luo’s chamber, and found Yanshan, who was performing the morning service.

Quietly waiting for Yanshan to finish the morning service, Brother Tian spoke up, “Master, I have to take him away.”

After completing the morning service, Yanshan exuded an indescribable sense of peace, opened his eyes, which showed neither sorrow nor joy, and asked Brother Tian softly, “Is that all?”

“Indeed, Master, while you are a recluse, your heart of compassion has led you to act time and again, and I truly feel unworthy,” Brother Tian, with hands pressed together, bowed deeply to Yanshan and said, “The Arbitrators have already searched Jialan Village, and it won’t be long before they come to Fuyun Temple. If we keep him here, I’m afraid it will bring trouble to you, Master!”

Yanshan nodded, about to agree, when suddenly his vision turned blood-red—a warning from the Peeper of Prophecy appeared, and this time, the prophecy was unprecedentedly clear.

“Patron Yun, this humble monk believes it would be better for that benefactor to remain in the temple for quiet recuperation,” he said.

Yanshan seldom clashed with others’ ideas, but this situation compelled him to take it seriously, as the Peeper of Prophecy showed a vision of Chaochang engulfed in flames, with earth-shattering evil rising and ravaging all directions. Countless phantasmal beasts rampaged through Chaochang, swords clashed, flames soared sky-high.

This ancient city, just beginning to recover its Primary Qi, had become a pile of ruins, and all this disaster was because of the man lying in the meditation room.

As wise as Yanshan was, he naturally understood that the prophecy from the Peeper of Prophecy was actually an inference of supreme wisdom—the more causes and effects grasped, the more accurate the prediction.

The calm in Chaochang at this moment was because the Divine Symbol in Tang Luo’s dantian was obscured by the ethereal soul. But that did not mean the Divine Symbol was annihilated.

After all, it was a Divine Symbol imbued with the true essence of martial arts. Once it appeared in the city, the person holding another corresponding talisman would sense it.

And so-called disasters are born out of such inevitability, and Yanshan, with his compassionate heart, would naturally not let such a catastrophe occur.

Even though he knew it was somewhat improper to continue keeping the man in Fuyun Temple, he still chose to do so.

Brother Tian was stunned; he had not expected Yanshan to insist on keeping Tang Luo. He cautiously asked, “Did the Master see some sort of prophecy?”

“Be it a sea of blood in purgatory or a sky full of auspicious clouds, both are brought about by changes in karma. The benefactor is still gravely injured; it is better for him to remain in the temple for quiet recuperation.”

Though prophecies should not be disclosed, Yanshan still tried his best to answer within the limits of his divine power, trusting that the other’s wisdom and perceptiveness would allow him to understand what he was saying.

Indeed, after hearing Yanshan’s words, Brother Tian bowed to the monk again, “In that case, I thank the Master for his trouble!”

Brother Tian, who had originally come to take Tang Luo away, left alone, and not long after his departure, a group of senior Arbitrators from Martial Saint Mountain began their search up to the gates of Fuyun Temple.

The group stepped down on their flying clouds and landed at the firmly shut temple gate, knocking loudly!