I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 905: Chapter One Hundred and Ninety-Nine: The Emergence of Gou Chen

One can only say that the overall temperament of the Buddha’s Country of Zhongzhou is quite displeasing, not even the formidable forces of Longzhou’s Bu Clan and Yuanzhou’s Xu Clan would shamelessly bestow upon themselves sacred names, yet those people from the Buddha’s Country of Zhongzhou have absolutely no mental pressure, casually talking of past and present lives, and the reincarnation of true Buddhas—it’s really too much.

What’s more, these kinds of assertions that can’t withstand scrutiny have countless people willing to believe them, as long as they perform some “miracles” and demonstrate some “divine powers”, the ignorant will believe without a doubt and spread the word as if they were fact.

Such as turning stone into gold, such as bringing the dead back to life, such as rejuvenation, such as turning soil into a beautiful celestial maiden with a wave of the hand, and then looking back to see the maiden turn back into a lump of clay.

As a martial arts researcher, Tang Luo had but two words, “heh, heh”, feeling that no matter which world it was, the tricks of deceiving people were quite similar and not strict at all.

But a lot of things, even if you talk about them, it is useless, because in this world, the differences between people are simply too great. This is not just a difference in strength, but also a vast difference in experience, knowledge, and understanding.

The reason Vimazhita’s ordinary people are so easy to deceive is that they utterly believe in Zen’s teachings of reincarnation—today’s suffering is due to sins of a previous life, while today’s enjoyment is sought to be the reward from a former life. Upon first hearing, this seems very plausible, but Tang Luo, who had actually faced Yankong, was certain that it was not true.

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All this talk about white clouds in the sky, begonias in deep mountains, and weary boatmen is just a bluff, preying on people’s inability to remember their previous lives.

Looking at it this way, it’s clear what kind of stuff the Feitian Clan is made of.

As a martial arts master, after reading the legends of the Feitian Clan, Tang Luo more or less understood their temperament and had very little expectation for peaceful interactions.

After all, how do you communicate with a group of people who truly believe they are envoys of the gods?

They are not joking; they genuinely think they are messengers from heaven, so they don’t consider themselves part of the Human Race, but rather “Feitian Clan.”

Putting down the scrolls, Tang Luo turned to the Wind Media who had been waiting by his side, ready to take the scrolls away, and said, “Take my token to the Craftsmen Bureau and bring back the things I ordered.”

“Yes, Minister Luo.”

Having decided to go to Vimazhita’s domain, Tang Luo made some preparations, among which, hiding his identity was very important.

The unparalleled pride of Longxi, Tang Luo, could not appear in the Buddha’s Country of Zhongzhou, for that would mean endless assassination attempts.

Therefore, he had to go under another identity, and he had long planned this identity.

That he could see Spiritual Power was something only a few core elders in his family knew, and each time he observed the young people of the clan, he did so while donning the mysterious figure of a man wearing a Gou Chen Mask.

Everyone in the world knew that Tang Luo was a martial arts master with an extremely tall and strong physique, so no one would associate him with a masked and gaunt middle-aged man.

Although he had not obtained the Great and Small Wishful Incantation, he had long trained the “bone-shrinking skill” to an unparalleled level.

And although it’s called a skill, “bone-shrinking skill” is actually a method of using energy to reduce or expand the gaps between bones to change their arrangement—if the bones are arranged more compactly, the body naturally shrinks, and if arranged more loosely, the body can stretch out.

With Tang Luo’s current mastery of the bone-shrinking skill, he could transform his body into a slender and tall figure that was indistinguishable to outsiders.

When he wore the Gou Chen Mask and rubbed two strands of Innate Qi behind him to produce sound, even his closest acquaintances couldn’t recognize him.

Of course, this was when he wasn’t using the Undying Battle Body, because once he activated it, the Divine Array would shatter all the efforts of the “bone-shrinking skill,” turning him into a silver giant with a Heavenly Dragon and Mysterious Serpent Phantom on his back—this had become Tang Luo’s signature image, and its appearance meant the failure of the bone-shrinking skill.

Therefore, in addition to his external appearance, Tang Luo also designed a unique set of martial arts for the Gou Chen Mask persona.

This was originally intended for traveling the world incognito; after all, the Tang Clan wasn’t as formidable as those sacred lands. Figures like Old Master Xu could wander the world without worry, causing all sorts of trouble and accumulating fame without concern, but Tang Luo couldn’t do that.

He saw too many things in this world that he couldn’t overlook. In the past, when he wasn’t powerful, he could find excuses for himself, but now he just wanted to charge forward with his fist.

But after all, one cannot live solely for oneself. He might feel good charging ahead, but what about his family? He could come and go as he pleased in this vast world, but where could the Longxi Alliance go?

It was like what happened on Martial Saint Mountain; he had intended to keep a low profile, simply to witness the splendid martial arts of Longzhou. Who would have expected it to turn into a prominent display, which led to countless eyes focusing on the Longxi Alliance—a change unforeseen by his family and something he didn’t want to happen. noveldrama

Hence, while holy sects desire greater fame, Tang Luo feared being too well-known. It was precisely because of these concerns that he could not act freely.

However, his journey to Vimazhita’s origin represented a complete change because the person appearing in the world was a Gou Chen with untraceable origins, like a reclusive master freshly descended from the mountain!

If it had not been for dire circumstances, Tang Luo wouldn’t have wanted this persona to emerge so soon in front of the world.

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In the winter of the 1784th year of the Longzhou Calendar,

a tall, thin man wearing the Gou Chen Mask was encircled by thirty-six Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads as he soared through the high skies, heading towards Zhongzhou.

Above the clouds, countless blade-like fierce winds danced wildly. A martial artist flying at high speed naturally couldn’t escape unscathed. Most of the winds were blocked by the thirty-six Fallen Imperial Magnetic Beads, and a small part grazed Tang Luo’s body, making metallic clashing sounds, but he didn’t care as he flew resolutely towards Vimazhita’s plains.

A hundred thousand li journey was nothing more than a five-day effort in the face of Tang Luo’s relentless, sleepless traversal. If he moved fast enough, he might even make it to the clan’s annual meeting.

Viewed from the sky, the great plains of Vimazhita were blanketed in white. The drifting snow, carried by the strong winds, remained suspended in the air for a long time.

On such freezing days, when no crops could grow and ordinary people couldn’t withstand the bitter cold, Tang Luo still saw something.

On the endless snowy landscape, there were quite a few people in groups of three or five, moving in the same direction, prostrating three times with nine bows for each step they took. Their footprints were quickly covered by fresh snowflakes falling behind them.

Tang Luo squinted in the direction they were heading, but with his sharp eyesight, he still couldn’t make out anything in the vast expanse of snow.