I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 993 - Two Hundred and Eighty-Seven Intercepting
Chapter 993: Chapter Two Hundred and Eighty-Seven: Intercepting Secrets
Chapter 993 -Two Hundred and Eighty-Seven: Intercepting Secrets
In ancient times, the privilege of soaring through the skies was reserved for the strong in the Fierce Realm. Yet in today’s grand era of martial arts, many sects have developed secret techniques of flight for their disciples transforming from the Mortal Realm, with some relying on Spiritual Energy, others on special methods, and still others directly harnessing the Heavenly and Earthly Qi to ride the winds.
However, no matter what, a flight technique that could be used by someone at the Mortal Realm transformation stage should not be seen on an ordinary Wuyi Sect officer of the sixth rank.
After all, these secret techniques, which only those above the level of a sect could cultivate, could not be haphazardly learned from a mere manual, as they entailed many complex trainings, some of which required breaking through the limits of a Mortal Realm martial artist’s control over Spiritual Power in order to be performed.
Yet on Snake Fang Mountain, beneath the oppressive black clouds, there was such an officer who quietly flew away from the back of the mountain while everyone else was out observing the celestial phenomena.
This person was Ji Yongchen, once one of the three great officers in the Wuyi Sect, the vice general of the Cloud Banner General, and highly valued by the great leader of the Blood Lions.
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But beyond this identity, he was also a clan guardian of the Ji Clan, a member of the Slaughter Immortal Army.
Originally, his plan was to infiltrate the Wuyi Sect. However, now he had extremely important intelligence to report to his clan. As the deputy of Fan Yong, he couldn’t find an opportunity to leave, but in the thick blackness that enveloped the city and rendered Snake Fang Mountain opaque to the point where one could not see their own hand in front of their face, he believed no one would notice the sudden disappearance of an officer.
Ji Yongchen’s plan was nothing if not meticulous, but he could never have anticipated that on the back of Snake Fang Mountain, there were two supreme powerhouses. His every move did not escape the eyes of the Corpse Monk Gu Han and the Bone Taoist Feng You.
Curious, Gu Han stealthily followed him using his shadow-like divine foot technique. However, the gap in their cultivation was so vast that Ji Yongchen was completely unaware of it.
Over a thousand years ago, the Han Family’s domain was breached. The once-famous first sacred land of the Human Race had to scatter and reinvent itself, going underground and changing its insignias.
The remnants divided into eight branches: the main branch of the Ji Clan, the Yan Family, and the six sub-branches of Clan He, Ying Clan, the Lv Family, the Jia Family, the He Family, and the Heng Family, each spreading out into different regions.
And if one were to speak of which branch thrived the most over a millennium, it would unequivocally be the Ji Clan of Beimang. Not only did they secretly control many of Beimang’s sects, but they also became the true uncrowned kings of Beimang, commanding over four hundred sub-tribes, with their call being enough to rally hordes at will.
Yet, even with their significant influence in Beimang, the Ji Clan acted with utmost caution, for in the lands of Beimang, there was the supreme Heaven Sect, the Xuanji Sect.
These monks, engrossed in their research on various kinds of Spiritual Power and appearing completely harmless, could only be truly understood as troublesome by powers who had directly clashed with the Xuanji Sect.
It was the existence of the Xuanji Sect that compelled the Ji Clan to continue acting with extreme prudence in Beimang, daring not to make the slightest misstep.
If the Xuanji Sect was the visible overlord of Beimang, then the deeply rooted Ji Clan was the king in the shadows.
The Xuanji Sect and the Ji Clan, one in the light and the other in the dark, ruled over the entirety of Beimang. Yet the focused monks of the Xuanji Sect, preoccupied with their research and receiving guests, had not noticed that by their bed, a fierce tiger lay.
Perhaps in the eyes of Xuanji Sect’s monks, no matter what changes took place in the world, they could remain the unchanging divine mountain.
The Corpse Monk followed Ji Yongchen’s trail all the way to a hidden cave. This astute warrior of the Slaughter Immortal Army, after ensuring there was no one around, entered the cave to activate the formation and placed the secret document from his chest into it.
This was the second time he had joined the Wuyi Sect and acquired precious intelligence. After confirming the formation was fully activated, Ji Yongchen carefully exited the cave and then camouflaged the entrance with piles of grass and rocks, concealing the secret location.
If Corpse Monk had not seen it with his own eyes, he would not have dared to believe that there could be a cave here.
After Ji Yongchen had left, Corpse Monk came to the cave and saw the secret messages sealed by the formation.
This unique method of sealing was a common technique used by Wind Media for passing intelligence, and it could only be unlocked in a specific way. If the method was incorrect, the formation would self-destruct, and the intelligence within would be destroyed simultaneously. This was also the most effective means of preventing intelligence leakage.
Overall, this method provided a high level of security, but in Gu Han’s eyes, it was hardly impressive.
It wasn’t that the formation was ineffective, after all, developing an array that could target a martial arts master was nearly impossible, considering that most Wind Media would find it challenging even to reach Fierce Realm, let alone a peak Fierce Realm expert or a master-like figure.
The corpse poison, which could corrode Spiritual Power, was gently injected into the formation, incapacitating the entire spiritual array. Taking the intelligence, he gave it a shake and discovered Ji Yongchen had written the message in code. Without the corresponding key, he had no idea what the string of characters meant.
Generally speaking, only the most top-level intelligence required such multi-layered encryption. Gu Han knew he had stumbled upon a treasure. He pocketed the secret messages and returned to Snake Fang Mountain.
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Inside the camp at Snake Fang Mountain
Tang Luo was exchanging pleasantries with Bone Taoist under a pretense of warmth.
“Who would have thought that I would meet Mr. Gou Chen again in Beimang? Half a year ago, the Esoteric Sect issued a kill order for Mr. Gou Chen, even involving the Dutian Heavenly King in the pursuit. Everyone speculated that Mr. Gou Chen would be chased to the ends of heaven and earth with nowhere to escape. I was genuinely worried for Mr. Gou Chen and am overjoyed to see you safe and sound. In place of wine, I offer tea to celebrate your escape and the freedom that comes with it — as free as birds soaring across the sky and fish leaping in the vast sea,” said Feng You with a sincerity that made Tang Luo nearly burst into laughter. He could not forget that moment on Vimazhita Mountain.
If Tang Luo hadn’t intervened, the other party’s plan would have already succeeded.
Later, he realized that Blood Tower wanted to use the nature of the Shura Statue to lead the disciple of Zen who came to exorcise evil into demonic possession, thereby weakening the power of Buddha’s Country.
It was a bold idea, and one thing was certain: Blood Tower must have paid a hefty price to organize this matter.
With such a big grudge between them, and yet the other party was willing to let it go, Tang Luo felt he could not refuse the tea.
Although he knew this was a probe, Tang Luo did not play coy. After lifting the Gou Chen Mask to the position of his philtrum, he drank the tea in front of him in one gulp.
At that moment, his appearance was withered, and looking at his chin, he seemed like an old man at the end of his days. Even Feng You, who had never seen Tang Luo, much less Xu Lao Ying with his keen senses, could not link Gou Chen with Tang Luo through just this face alone.
After gently placing the cup down, Tang Luo readjusted the Gou Chen Mask and asked in a hoarse voice, “The renowned Corpse Bone Protector gathers in the rarely trodden Beimang. May I inquire about your intentions?”
“And Mr. Gou Chen, what brings you to Beimang?”
