I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 1023 - Three Hundred and Seventeen

Chapter 1023: Chapter Three Hundred and Seventeen: Understanding

Chapter 1023 -Three Hundred and Seventeen: Understanding

There is nothing more serious than injuring the foundation and leaving a chronic illness, especially for those with exceptional talents like Wang Chan and Xu Lao Ying. Once the foundation is injured, it could delay the time to spiritualize their physical bodies by ten years, or even several decades.

“I am done fighting!” Wang Chan looked down at his Nirvana Feathered Robe, which was cut to pieces, and shouted to the young man opposite him who was obviously trembling severely but still stubbornly holding a sword: “I will leave Beimang immediately, is that okay?”

The final concession of his old friend brought joy to Xu Lao Ying’s face. After putting down the Divine Sword, he asked eagerly, “Are you serious?”

“If we keep fighting, the Nirvana Feathered Robe that the ancestor hardly passed down will be shattered!” Wang Chan said helplessly, shaking his head. Then he took out a bottle containing Divine Pills from his bosom and tossed it to Xu Lao Ying, who was some distance away.

“I really don’t understand what is so valuable in Beimang that you have to fight so desperately for it. If you ruin the foundation of your Tongming Sword Body, you will never have the chance to become a king. Don’t you think that’s foolish?”

Xu Lao Ying, who caught the bottle, did not doubt and directly smashed the seal on the bottle and poured the pills into his mouth.

Once the Divine Pills entered his stomach, feeling the surging life force within his body that was repairing his nearly collapsing body, Xu Lao Ying closed his eyes for a moment to consolidate his energy. He then opened his eyes and said, “I am a swordsman, not a merchant. Worthiness is a matter of perspective, and I see it differently from you.”

“Fine then.” Wang Chan said with a smile upon seeing Xu Lao Ying swallow the Divine Pills, “I am leaving now, and I hope the next time we meet, you won’t draw your sword at me again!”

Having said that, and without waiting for Xu Lao Ying to reply, Wang Chan then channeled the astral forces of the universe and moved towards the Longzhou Territory.

And when Xu Lao Ying felt the sword imprint on Wang Chan departing Beimang, he finally let out a long sigh of relief, put away the Xuangjin Dragon Soul Armor and the Emperor’s Void Phoenix Sword, and fell straight down from the high sky.

At this moment, Xu Lao Ying just wanted to sleep soundly for three days and three nights, as this battle had been too strenuous and exhausting.

The Nirvana Feathered Robe, known as the foremost Divine Armor in the south of the heavens, has both offense and defense integrated within it. It not only possesses an extremely strong defensive power but also inherits the seven-colored feathers of the Phoenix King, showing an exceptionally remarkable performance on the offensive side, and its flexibility is far superior to the golden Dragon Flame of the Xuangjin Dragon Soul Armor.

If it weren’t for the Emperor’s Void Phoenix Sword’s severe restraint against the Nirvana Feathered Robe, who knows how much longer the battle would have lasted.

Xu Lao Ying, who collapsed a few dozen tree branches, fell onto the soft, spongy ground, but such a height couldn’t harm the swordsman who had just taken Divine Pills. After casually slicing down a sword domain to scare away the insects, snakes, and beasts, Xu Lao Ying fought against his heavy eyelids, entered into meditation to adjust his breathing, and began to heal his injuries.

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With the help of the Divine Pills, he recovered three to four parts of his strength in just half a day. He then got up and hurried towards the Lingxiao Sect with his sword, eager to share the good news with Ji Fu and Tang Luo.

Upon reaching the Lingxiao Sect, he found that Tang Luo had already left, feeling regret but still reporting his achievements to Ji Fu: “Big brother, I have ousted the Wang Clan from Beimang and breached the Wuyi Sect’s gate, so you and our cousin no longer need to take risks!”

Seeing Xu Lao Ying’s bedraggled appearance and weakened vigor, Ji Fu quickly stepped forward, took out a jade box, and handed it to Xu Lao Ying: “Don’t talk about that, take this specially made Divine Medicine for wounds. You need to take it first.”

“No need, big brother.” Xu Lao Ying pushed the jade box back and said: “On my way here, I’ve already taken a Divine Pill, and its potency is still dispersing within my body. I can’t consume another so soon, you better keep it.”

“Then use it later!” Ji Fu still stubbornly stuffed the jade box into Xu Lao Ying’s hands and then instructed: “You are injured now, go to the Heavenly Pond behind the mountain to recuperate quickly. The spirit springs there are beneficial for both external and internal injuries, and with the aid of spiritual medicine, you can avoid any latent illnesses to the greatest extent!”

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The feeling of being cared for always brings unparalleled warmth, no matter the circumstances, especially when Xu Lao Ying, who bears the Tongming Sword Body, could discern the sincerity of others. Such genuine concern seems all the more precious, dissolving the agony of his nearly shattered body and the injustice of battling an old friend.

Having received another dose of divine medicine, Xu Lao Ying was led by Ji Fu into the forbidden Heavenly Pond of the Lingxiao Sect, where he picked a spring with the densest spiritual energy and blissfully soaked in it.

Meanwhile, Wang Chan, having left the Beimang Territory, found a secluded spot to set up a formation.

What he intended to do wasn’t merely to heal. Xu Lao Ying, the man of chivalry and romance, was most noted for his loyalty. He remembered every little kindness shown to him and would keep even the vial of divine pills.

The pills he gave to Xu Lao Ying were certainly genuine and from the heart, yet within that vial, there was an extremely covert formation, hidden by the aura of the divine pills, undetectable even by the Tongming Sword Body.

The purpose of Wang Chan’s secret formation was simple: he wanted to know who was truly pulling the strings behind the scenes.

Xu Lao Ying was seriously injured, and even after taking divine pills, he would need a place to recuperate. Clearly, in Beimang—a place beyond the reach of the Xu Clan—he would certainly seek out the person he trusted most for protection.

The location of Xu Lao Ying’s healing would either be the den of the mastermind or closely connected to them.

Pulling out a talisman, he unfolded a robust and powerful Corpse Refiner, and a fierce soul leapt from the Soul Palace into the Corpse Refiner.

Waiting until the Corpse Refiner opened its eyes, Wang Chan said, “I’ll trouble you to protect my law for me!”

The awakened Corpse Refiner nodded, conjuring a large spear with the eerie power of a Corpse Refiner and stood guard at the Formation Eye, like a clay sculpture.

Seeing Wang Han embody the soul to guard the formation, Wang Chan finally felt at ease to remove his damaged Divine Armor and began to rest and recuperate.

This time, the Saint Child of the Wang Clan from the south had suffered heavy injuries and even heavier losses.

A Wuyi Sect gate, two Divine Pills, and the wear of the Divine Armor—each and every one, he took to heart, waiting for his wounds to heal, and once the Divine Armor was repaired, he would be knocking on their door!

Through sensing the secret formation, Wang Chan tracked all of Xu Lao Ying’s movements. Within half a day, Xu Lao Ying started to move, and his movements could very well lead to the mastermind.

Wang Chan understood his old friend all too well: a straightforward swordsman who preferred things clean and efficient, disliking anything protracted or muddled.

Alone, he had managed to force the Saint Child from the south out of Beimang, a significant feat. How could he resist bragging to someone in the know? Just like every time he made progress in his room techniques, he would eagerly write books to the south and share his well-researched achievements in a bragging manner.

This time, surely it wouldn’t be an exception. As he healed and tuned his breath, while sensing the secret formation, the rapidly-moving Xu Lao Ying finally stopped in a certain area.

Matching the location of the dark formation, a brutal smile crept onto Wang Chan’s lips: So, the audacious fellow is hiding in the Lingxiao Sect.