I Can See Your Combat Power

North of Kunwu Divine Mountain lies Yancang State, spanning thousands of miles and containing over a hundred large cities, among which is Longchang City.

South from Longchang City leads to Mubai, north to Linchuan, east to Kunwu, and west to Han River. Since ancient times, the city has been bustling and wealthy, also an extremely open commercial metropolis.

There are not many original inhabitants here; most are from families established by later pioneers from Longzhou, very similar to the family alliances in Xiling.

And in any commercially developed city, there are bound to be innumerable pleasure districts, for nothing soothes the weariness of a journey like the chambers of beauties, and many merchants are reluctant to return home precisely because the outside world is too fascinating.

Carriages pulled by three Luan Feng slowly descended, and as night fell, the brightly lit streets came into view. Although autumn had begun, the girls leaning out from the tall buildings were still dressed as thinly as in summer, giving the young men a taste of Longchang City’s fiery enthusiasm.

Blooded warriors who have not yet cultivated a secret art to clarify their Dao Heart are so easily seduced; each is like a keg of gunpowder, and one that comes with its own fuse at that, making Tang Luo shake his head.

“Let’s split up. You go make the reservations at the Wansheng Building. I’ll trouble Clan Leader Xiao, Brother Bai and his wife to arrange our accommodations. I’ll go find an inn. These brothels’ animal pens are no place to keep fierce birds like the Luan Feng. We’ll meet at the Wansheng Building in a quarter of an hour.”

After swiftly delegating their tasks, the Longxi delegation split up into three groups. Meanwhile, the three top warriors of the Martial Ancestor, quietly following the Longxi caravan, also entered the city under cover of night.

Observing the Longxi group dispersing, Miyahu realized that his awaited opportunity had arrived. However, bearing in mind the lesson from the Divine Feather Eighteen Riders, they understood that Tang Luo was extremely alert. Attacking such a person would be nearly impossible, so what they had to do was to make Tang Luo come to them on his own accord.

Unbeknownst to Tang Luo, he had already become the target of scrutiny. After all, without the expectation of battle, who would expand their six senses to their fullest? Especially in a city, where doing so would instantly overwhelm them with a deluge of information. He certainly wouldn’t discomfort himself in that manner.

The Beast Taming Sect’s inn in Longchang City was located in North City, while Wansheng Building was just over ten miles away in East City. Tang Luo could feel that even within one city, it was like a world apart—starkly contrasting the never-sleeping flower streets of East City with its neighbor, an area as dilapidated as a dump, akin to the slums of Xiling.

Tang Luo, manning the Luan-driven carriage, felt countless hidden gazes in the shadows watching over him. Sensing the turbulent undercurrents, the Luan Feng spread their wings and cried out, their opened plumage illuminating everything around them, as if challenging the onlookers directly.

Perhaps it was the formidable presence of the Luan Feng that sharply reduced the number of clandestine eyes by nearly half following their cries, leaving only the particularly vicious and resentful ones to continue to follow the carriage.

“Longchang City really is chaotic enough,” thought Tang Luo as he sat in the carriage, looking around. The pitch-black night was as clear as day to him. Not only could he see the ragged individuals hiding in the darkness, but he could also discern their levels of cultivation.

Among them were not only Mortal Realm warriors shedding their mortality, but also those with peak Mortal Realm cultivation who were physically impaired. Without saying, one would know that these were the city’s outcasts, the failed ones. The reasons the victors allowed them to linger on were because they still had their uses.

After all, the lower born the noble family is, the more pride it must maintain. The current noble families in Longchang City are mostly descendants of pioneers, hence they are even more protective of their reputation; someone naturally has to do the dirty work, and Tang Luo could tell at a glance where those who did the dirty work congregated.

No wonder when looking down upon Longchang from a high vantage point, lights shone from the southeast, northwest, all but in this one place—dark as ink. So this was why.

Finding himself on the darkest road in the city, Tang Luo could only sigh at his bad luck, but since this was the shortest route to the Beast Taming Sect’s station, he just hoped these wretched people could restrain their impulses. After all, he had come to Longchang to celebrate the reorganization, not to kill.

Although many eyes followed him, ultimately no one dared to rush towards the Luan Feng carriage. Just as he was about to reach the end of the street, he was blocked by a rag-clad hunchback. The three Luan Feng, as if they had seen some malevolent creature, cried out repeatedly, yet they hesitated to move forward.

The hunchback hung his head low, his limbs all bent, his messy hair obscuring his features, and his exposed skin was covered with scars. Through his tears, he pleaded, “The young master is so noble, can you really bear to see these poor people starve and freeze? Please, bestow some charity.”

With the appearance of the hunchback, many shadows emerged from the darkness, surrounding the Luan Feng carriage and mumbling incantations—mostly begging. But Tang Luo knew this was not mere begging, for the group that approached had at least the cultivation of the Mortal Realm, and this hunchback, with more than thirty thousand points of Spiritual Power, could be a warrior of the Fierce Realm with just one Soul Casting technique.

“I am curious, why don’t you leave Longchang City.”

Trapped but not at all panicked, Tang Luo, seated in his carriage, asked the hunchback in a leisurely manner, “With your cultivation, you would achieve much if only you left this city. Staying here, you’d either become an assassin or a slave. Being such a high-grade cultivator, yet forced to be a mere beggar blocking the road—does that sit well with you?”

“The hunchback doesn’t understand what the noble is talking about, I only pray that the noble will bestow enough to let the children of Mubai Alley survive this winter.”

Tang Luo shook his head and, taking out a gold ingot, he asked with a smile, “If I bestow on you, will you survive? After this winter comes another, after this meal comes the next. Continuing to stay in Longchang as a failure, destruction is the only end. This much you must be well aware.”

The begging surrounding the Luan Feng carriage suddenly ceased, leaving only the heavy breaths and the oppressive silence of the dark. The hunchback struggled to raise his hand, revealing his face as though it had been chopped with knives and hacked with axes—truth be told, it was the ugliest face Tang Luo had ever seen, with one eye missing, nose sliced off, and even his mouth cut from its center into three parts, resembling a monster.

In that sole remaining eye, there was a longing for the gold, and he kept pleading, “Please, bestow charity… Please, bestow charity…”

Tang Luo closed his hand into a fist and crumbled the gold ingot into fine, pebble-like grains, then tossed them into the air. As the gold hit the ground, the homeless around the Luan Feng carriage began fighting for it like wild dogs.

“Continuing to stay here, you can only be dogs; leave and head west to Andong, Boma, or Jiejiang, and you can start over, especially you, the hunchback. If you are willing to join the Longxi Alliance, someone will treat your wounds and even provide you with Soul Casting techniques. It’s a rare opportunity to have awakened the Poison Spirit Body; surely you don’t wish to be forever stuck in the Mortal Realm.”

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