I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 892: Chapter 186: The Heroine of Ying City

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Whether viewed from any angle, the most suitable way to acquire the “Great and Small Wishful Incantation” was to head to Beimang. Not to mention that Tang Clan had always traded with Xuanji Sect, but also, speaking of the characteristics of the factions, Xuanji Sect was more suitable than Martial Saint Mountain.

If one could say that the Bu Clan, which dominated Kunwu Divine Mountain, was obsessed with martial arts from top to bottom, then Xuanji Sect, although a top sect, was more like a group of craftsmen.

They dedicated themselves to the research of spiritual power weapons and magical formations. To a certain extent, the disciples of Xuanji Sect valued the research of external objects more. In their words, to cultivate one’s body to be as strong as enchanted metals would take at least a hundred years of hard cultivation, whereas researching how to forge enchanted armor might only take twenty or thirty years.

Out of all the divine artifacts in the world, seven or eight out of ten originated from the hands of Xuanji Sect and the Ou Clan. If one were to talk about bizarre skills and tricks, no one in the world could surpass them.

As a sect that relied on external objects, the cultivators of Xuanji Sect, from top to bottom, needed a massive amount of resources. However, these researchers were not fond of conflict, so they offered special products to the families of the world in exchange for resources.

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Apart from Xuanji Jade, there were complete Mountain Protection Arrays, privately customized spiritual weapons, techniques of fusing metals and forging iron, methods of nurturing protective herbs. It seemed that as long as the price was right, they were willing to sell anything, whether it was finished products or techniques.

This was far friendlier than Martial Saint Mountain. Known as the sacred land of the world’s martial arts, seeking to trade secrets with Martial Saint Mountain was only possible through two avenues: one was to exchange special techniques or secrets, and the other was to assist Martial Saint Mountain with research.

Tang Clan did indeed possess many secrets comparable to the “Great and Small Wishful Incantation,” but many of these could not bear the light of day and had unclear origins. As for those with clear origins, they were not rare enough to match the desired exchange.

And as for assisting with research, it was even less likely. Simply put, such research was asking martial artists to complete the most taxing calculations for the researchers of Martial Saint Mountain. For martial artists who struggled to make even slight progress and had to rely on secrets to improve, this would naturally be worth their while. But for someone like Tang Luo, it was too time-consuming, especially since he and Martial Saint Mountain did not get along, making it nearly impossible for them to not make things difficult for him.

Looking around, he could either go to Beimang to negotiate with Xuanji Sect or start snatching in Chaochang, which made Tang Luo somewhat hesitant.

“Hey, what are you still considering!” Old Master Xu saw Tang Luo hesitate and hurriedly urged, “Last time when I visited Xuanji Sect, I got acquainted with an Inner Sect Disciple. If you take my letter to Xuanji Sect, they will give you some convenience. How about it?”

“Going to Beimang is not a problem,” Tang Luo laid out the core issue as he spread his hands. “But I need to go to Xuanji Sect, and it’s not certain whether I’ll encounter Wang Chan. Is that still okay?”

“Eh? That’s right. What if you can’t meet him!”

Only then did Old Master Xu realize that if Tang Luo was going to Xuanji Sect, it was uncertain whether he could even meet Wang Chan, and his calm heart became anxious once more.

Wang Chan was as unpredictable as a klipspringer, leaving no trace, and the criss-crossing arrays made it impossible to locate him. Now, with neither of them aware of the other’s intentions, they were at a loss. After all, Beimang was full of deep mountains and sparsely populated, making finding someone as difficult as looking for a needle in a haystack.

“That won’t do,” Old Master Xu said urgently. “I must relay this news to my elder brother immediately. You stay and recuperate in Lanshan City, I’ll make a trip to Beimang.”

With those words, not waiting for Tang Luo’s reply, he transformed into a sword light that soared into the sky, vanishing into the clouds in an instant. His frantic figure made onlookers shake their heads.

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Yuanzhou, Ying City

Over the past few years, the biggest sensation in Ying City was the return of Xu Shuhui, who had eloped from Yuanzhou more than a decade ago.

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The women of the Xu Clan in Ying City scoffed disdainfully on hearing this news.

Having endured a life of disillusionment, they firmly believed that this foolish woman must have finally come to her senses, realizing that all men are unreliable.

Once the other party realized her identity as a Miss from the Xu Clan was but a mirage, naturally, his ardor cooled, and the missy who had eloped impulsively, after enduring for more than a decade, finally could bear no more and could only return to her family in disgrace.

This was the script all the Xu sisters had written for Shuhui, and they desired to see her downfall solely out of the jealousy they harbored from their youth.

In her youth, even though Shuhui was not favored in the clan due to her mother’s early death, she relied on her outstanding cultivation talent and reached the Mortal Realm at an early age, wielding her White Rainbow Sword Spirit to perfection and righting wrongs alongside her clan brothers, becoming the famous heroine of Ying City.

Matchmakers practically wore out the Xu Clan’s doorstep, but the Heavenly Phoenix Sword Saint of that time placed high hopes on Shuhui, determined to break the curse that women couldn’t become grandmasters, and declined all marriage proposals, intending to raise her as though she were a boy.

But fate is something that no one can explain clearly—the justice-seeking heroine and the heavily armored guard of a remote merchant convoy met in the marketplace, and with just a glance, Tang Sen seemed to have found the other shore of life.

The armored guard walked towards the young heroine as if in a trance, and when the Xu Clan’s young disciples saw someone approaching with ill-intent, they stepped forward to intercept.

Knocking away over twenty Xu Clan swordsmen with a single punch and enduring the clinking assaults of the White Rainbow Sword Spirit on his heavy silver armor, Tang Sen removed his helmet to reveal his bruised, liver-colored face and, after struggling for words, said four: “My name, Tang Sen.”

Stopping the futile sword spirit, Shuhui turned and fled, yet her heart continued to pound violently in her chest until nightfall, and every time she closed her eyes, she would see the young man’s sincere gaze.

The most wonderful thing in the world might just be when I like you, and you just happen to like me too.

The clumsy Tang Sen always believed that it was because he defeated all of Shuhui’s admirers that he finally won the beauty, but only Miss Xu herself knew what truly moved him was that intense gaze filled with fiery love, almost capable of burning her to ashes.

Such a treasuring gaze was something she had never experienced in her memories.

Yet the girl who had lost her mother at a young age and faced exclusion by her sisters and stepmother, was always sensitive at heart, thinking that such adoration and treasuring could not last.

But she underestimated the tenacity of a martial arts fanatic; clumsy warriors might not know how to express their love, but they never deceive themselves.

“I want to be with you, always, together.”

From that day on, with each meeting, Shuhui could clearly read this message from the reticent man’s eyes.

Whether she severed ties with her family or eloped with Tang Sen, Shuhui became the stain on the lineage of the Heavenly Phoenix Sword Saint, the laughingstock of Middle Ying City, but she understood in her heart.

Even if she lived a thousand times over, she was destined to fall into that man’s gaze—perhaps this is what the Buddha meant by fate.