I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 880: Chapter 174: Night Parade of One Hundred Demons

Only when the great battle had ceased and there were no more signs of activity did these people lurking around the Sect Head’s residence retreat. Only Tag Clan Chief Tang Feng remained alone, rushing to the ruins in the front courtyard of the Sect Head’s residence. He sat cross-legged next to Tang Luo, who was busily renewing the Divine Array within himself, a vigil that lasted the entire night.

The next morning, as soon as a successful redrawing of the spiritual array was completed, Tang Luo opened his eyes to see the anxious head of the Wind Media Department beside him and wondered, “What’s the matter? Has another merchant ship been attacked?”

“No, not that.” Tang Feng gently shook his head, his face filled with worry and solemnity. As the highest official of the Tang Clan’s intelligence organization, no one was more aware than he that last night’s encounter was not just a simple fight. The abilities displayed by their adversaries represented some of the utmost extremes of power in this world.

The Wang Clan of the Mortal Realm wielded Yin and Yang formations that dominated spirit entities across all realms, and the Divine Spirit Arts that governed them. A fully-fledged Yin-Yang Master could decide the fate of a nation all by themselves.

For his own clan’s once-in-a-lifetime prodigy to confront a Yin-Yang Master from the Wang Clan was the worst possible scenario, and it weighed heavily on his mind.

“Don’t worry,” Tang Luo said calmly, “At first, the other party may have targeted the Tang Clan, but now it has turned into a contest of martial arts. Moreover, it will end in two more days. Last night’s event was just a mutual test. I have a feeling that tonight will bring major upheavals. You should leave this place and inform all those at the transformation stage to retreat. Also, have those Martial Ancestor teams move back ten miles. Tonight, this whole area surrounding the Sect Head’s estate will be unsafe.”

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“Alright,” Tang Feng instructed seriously, “You must be very careful.”

“Rest assured, even if I cannot win, I will not be defeated.”

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To gauge how far a noble family’s future development can stretch, one must not look at the wealth it possesses at any given time, but should seek out the family’s cemetery.

According to the Wang Clan’s theories of Yin and Yang, poor feng shui in a burial site usually signals poverty and mediocrity for most of the graves, adversely affecting cultivation, marriage prospects, wealth, and even to a significant extent, the progeny’s aptitude, fortune, wealth, and health.

Thus, the Yin-Yang Masters of the Wang Clan do not merely rely on current successes or failures, but instead look to the feng shui of the cemeteries to predict the rise and fall of a family.

The Wang Clan’s scriptures contain methods for disciples to survey the feng shui of gravesites, which can be summarized as follows: “The land has four powers, energy comes from the eight directions, with Azure Dragon supporting from the left, White Tiger from the right, Vermillion Bird in front, and Xuanwu behind. If Xuanwu bows its head, Vermillion Bird soars, Azure Dragon meanders, and White Tiger stoops. Should this formation be reversed, the method will break and die. Hence, a crouching tiger is said to ‘bear corpses’, a squatting dragon ‘envies the master’, an Xuanwu that does not bow ‘rejects corpses’, and a Vermillion Bird that does not dance ‘ascends away.'”

To put it more simply, the feng shui of a gravesite must begin by following the mountain’s contours. Yet, mountains vary in quality. Divine mountains like Aran Mountain are naturally of a high grade but are not suitable for burial due to their distance from Lingjiang River, hence failing to complement the mountain and water aspects, whereas good feng shui relies heavily on hiding the wind and gathering qi.

The larger the water surface is, the thicker the gathered qi, which in turn implies greater wealth. Another consideration is having an open and expansive area at the entrance to the grave, known as the ‘bright hall’. With a spacious bright hall, one can expect thriving vitality and boundless prospects for the future.

However, such knowledge is only accessible to clans on the level of wealthy dynasties. Ordinary families, who must invest all their energy in propagating offspring and continuing their lineage, have no time to engage in feng shui and geomancy. Therefore, each city establishes its own communal graveyards and public cemeteries to manage the funeral affairs of the common folk, with no regard for feng shui.

At this moment, Wang Chan found himself at the chaotic gravesite of Lanshan City, located in a deep valley almost completely surrounded by mountains, with only a narrow path for entry.

A cemetery restricted to a narrow valley like this is considered an extremely ominous place according to feng shui geomancy, because the mountains surround it on all sides. Therefore, the yin energy does not disperse, and the undiffused yin energy draws in more of the same, causing evil spirits to rise. Furthermore, the lingering resentment of the unassimilated dead, combined with the sparse and scattered offerings, only intensifies the vengeful energy permeating the graveyard.

For ordinary people, it’s best to never approach this place, but for the Wang Clan’s Yin-Yang Masters, it is a location uniquely blessed by nature.@@novelbin@@

Remembering how the fierce ghosts he released yesterday failed to get close to Tang Luo, the direct descendant of the Wang Clan felt quite embarrassed.

Therefore, today, he set up an array on this burial mound, gathering the millennium-old yin souls of Lanshan City to play a symphony of a hundred ghosts walking at night!

When Wang Clan’s Yin-Yang Masters first master their divine arts, they can summon and control ghosts, but mostly they summon weak spirits such as: the starving ghost, lascivious ghost, greedy ghost, wrongful death ghost, drowning ghost – the type that can deal with ordinary people and warriors of the Mortal Realm.

Once their divine art reaches greater heights, they can summon real fierce ghosts like: Rakshasa, Murderous Ghost, Spirit-Eating Ghost, Warlock Ghost, Staff-Wielding Ghost, Soldier Ghost – these formidable spirits can threaten even transcendental warriors, truly fierce and formidable specters.

But at the level of divine artistry Wang Chan has achieved, merely materializing souls through an array’s spiritual power is no longer the limit; he has reached the level where he can cultivate souls to create monsters and freaks.

For example, the stealthy and deadly Chimei, the extremely powerful and brain marrow-sucking Ear Borer, the shape-shifting and lying-skilled Nü, the ox-like and intoxicating Huan Ghost, the short and stout venomous snake monster with a voice like a pig’s, the mud ghosts formed from clay puppets, the soul-locking Wuchang, the weather-manipulating Pig Dragon, and the snake with a human face and a body like a hyena with long wings growing from its back…

As Wang Chan drew his formation, one after another, he materialized these troublesome ghosts and monsters. The valley, already brimming with an eerie yin energy, became even more chilling and terrifying with the addition of these fiends. The unique howling of the ghosts further silenced the nocturnal birds and insects in these cool and quiet nights.

Standing among the ghosts, Wang Chan was like a king in the darkness, flanked by six giants from Lin Tao made of gold and earth.

Each Lin Tao giant was more than eighty feet tall, their hands gripped bronze halberds, and long swords hung at their waists. With grave expressions, they resembled statues constructed of bronze or undefeated celestial warriors. Even formidable and cold entities like Wuchang and the Black Water Mysterious Snake instinctively kept their distance from these giants.

Just like a true king, Wang Chan sat cross-legged on the yin-yang diagram at the formation eye and said calmly, “On the night of the full moon, when a hundred ghosts roam, what we need now is a commander. Who is willing to go?”

No sooner had he spoken than a dazzling ring of golden light rose in the gloomy and dark valley. The resplendent divine light shone brilliantly even through the pervasive yin energy, and some yin spirits and ghosts suffered burns from the Power of Truth, causing them to howl furiously towards the sky.

Wang Chan looked up, squinting into the distance. Standing in front of the dazzling golden light was none other than Tang Luo, who was supposed to be guarding at the Sect Head’s mansion, waiting for the onslaught of a hundred ghosts.

As a Wang Clan Yin-Yang Master, well-versed in the changes between yin and yang, seeking good fortune and avoiding disaster, the last thing you want is to be forced into close quarters by a body-skill master, let alone to be confined within a unique spiritual realm’s boundary.

The Power of Truth attached to that golden soul light was clearly not something ordinary souls could compare with.

“Oh no~ this is bad,” Wang Chan shrugged, looking up and asking, “How did you find me?”