I Can See Your Combat Power

“The South Ridge ancestral graves have not been touched, while the opposing faction guards patrol day and night. Yet, in the past three years, not a single member of the Mi Clan has gone to pay their respects. Instead, it’s the Tang Clan Chief who goes to the Mi Clan cemetery each year during Qingming Festival to offer a stick of incense. Since the Mi Clan is united in their resolve, the Tang Clan Chief’s bit of kindness is truly superfluous. Elder advises him to level the graves, which might further inspire the Mi Clan’s ambition. What does Tiger Clan Chief think?”

Victors rise and losers fall, this has always been so since ancient times. In war, there’s no reasoning that allows only one side to win and not to lose. Crying out for revenge is actually just an incentive for the descendants of the Mi Clan, urging them not to forget the enmity of their clan’s destruction and the hatred for the slaughter of their kin. This serves to remind these scattered descendants how remarkable the Mi Clan once was.

But in fact, the surviving Mi Martial Ancestors all know that the Tang Clan has now become a colossal entity. In less than a year after eradicating the Mi Clan, they gathered the Lingjiang Seven Cities into their grip and the number of warriors from the Fierce Realm controlled by the Longxi Alliance has already broken a thousand.

This is a force that even the top clans of Longzhou must watch out for. Now with the addition of a Grandmaster like Xiao Jinlin, who stands unparalleled in his era, although they continually use revenge as their faith, with the gathering of intelligence, this desire for vengeance gradually fades.

Because every few months, there’s big news from Longzhou West, and all these news belong to the Longxi Alliance.

The corner once forgotten after the downfall of the Yun Clan has, because of the Longxi Alliance, returned to the sight of the families of Longzhou. Moreover, it’s growing at an astonishingly savage pace.

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Unless there’s some great upheaval, the rise of the Longxi Alliance is unstoppable, something Mi Hu, knowledgeable about clan development, is well aware of.

Facing such an enemy, the most rational decision is to give up on revenge. It’s easy to understand, after all. The Tang Clan gained such momentum simply because they emerged victorious in the battle of Longxi. If the victor were the Mi Clan, aided by seven great families and the Xiao Family, they likewise could have quickly dominated the Lingjiang Seven Cities.

It’s just a loss, after all. If there were any deep grudges, it would only be that their closest kin died at South Ridge, but hatred isn’t hereditary.

The members of the Mi Clan now residing in Kunwu County itch with hatred at the mere mention of the Tang Clan, wishing they could die together with them. But in twenty years, when they have children of their own, they can only pass down this hatred verbally.

What they must tell their children is nothing more than that they should train hard in martial arts, so that one day they might reclaim what the Mi Clan lost.

But can this loss, which doesn’t even have a video or audio record and can only be described verbally, really be understood by the next generation of children?

After three or five generations, who would still take revenge seriously? In other words, when this generation passes away, there would no longer be anyone to carry out the act of revenge.

But what is the true object of Mi Hu and his comrades’ unshakeable determination for revenge? It is the family burial ground filled with their Mi ancestors, the lineage that has been passed down from a thousand years ago, the spirit of those sages of the clan who forged a path in the most barren times of Longzhou.

The Mi Clan of Longzhou did not start out as a group of losers from Kunwu. The reason they stayed in Kunwu is because of their roots buried in the South Ridge mountains, tens of thousands of miles to the west!

The greatest resentment the Mi Clan has toward the Tang Clan is not the defeat in the battle of Longxi, nor is it the countless clan members who died fighting in South Ridge, but rather the fact that the Tang Clan destroyed the Mi Clan’s roots and broke their pride. But now, Xiao Jinlin says that the Mi Clan’s ancestral graves remain untouched.

But how could this be possible? The Mi Clan’s most elite Celestial Bird Guards slew how many members of the Tang Clan during their retreat from North Mountain. Such a deep blood feud cannot be appeased without digging graves and leveling mounds.

This must be a trap, one intended to lure the remaining Mi Clan masters into a snare. Mi Hu concluded this at once. But even if it is a trap, it’s one he cannot refuse. Right now, he wants to rush to Longxi, to see with his own eyes whether the Mi Clan’s family graves still exist.

If it’s still possible, can you think of a way to retrieve at least a small part of the clan tomb?

A top martial artist who had achieved a divine soul, stood frozen in place for a whole quarter of an hour before finally raising his head, seemingly having made some significant decision, asked in a raspy voice, “What does Tang Zhi want?”

With enemies who held deep-seated blood feuds, clan tombs that could be destroyed with a mere wave of the hand, and the prospect of exchanging Mi Hu for Tang Zhi’s position, he truly couldn’t think of any reason that could stop the anger of his clansmen.

There was nothing more satisfying than desecrating the ancestral graves of others. It signified a complete victory, not only defeating the enemy’s present but also erasing their past.

Tang Zhi had been able to stand against popular opinion and keep the Mi Clan’s tomb intact, which must mean he had bigger schemes in mind. Just now, he had been trying to persuade himself without any effect. If the price for exchanging back the clan tomb was his own life, he wouldn’t even frown.

However, he knew that this was certainly not what Tang Zhi wanted. Therefore, he wanted to know, what exactly did the man who single-handedly orchestrated the downfall of the Mi Clan over a millennium want?

“The head of the Tang Clan once asked me to convey a message if I encountered a descendant of the Mi Clan. ‘If you wish to take back the clan tomb, please have the current leading member of the Mi Clan come to Fuling for a discussion.'”

Xiao Jinlin watched as Mi Hu’s expression went through a multitude of changes and couldn’t help but marvel at Tang Zhi’s political acumen. Over the years, he had seen numerous exceptional martial artists throughout Longzhou in his quest for the exceptional fire, but when it came to exceptional clan leaders, he had only seen Tang Zhi.

After speaking, he didn’t wait for Mi Hu to respond and simply transformed into a ray of Spiritual Light and escaped, leaving only the former clan leader of the Mi Clan standing by the Han River for a long time.

The Spiritual Light Escape Technique was a top-level Escape Technique that could be cultivated after spiritualizing the physical body, only attainable by Grandmasters. Its most significant feature was its incredible speed. In no time at all, Xiao Jinlin had crossed half the city from the edge of the Han River and returned to the Longxi courtyard behind the Wansheng Building.

As soon as he materialized, he saw Tang Luo sitting in the pavilion.

“Clan Head Xiao has worked hard.”

“Did Minister Luo see it all?”

“Such a unique Green-Wood Rakshasa is hard to overlook,” Tang Luo said, looking at Xiao Jinlin with curiosity, “I’m just curious, why did Grandmaster Xiao let the other two go?”

“Because keeping them alive is more useful than killing them,” Xiao Jinlin said with a smile. “In victory and defeat, one must maintain moderation. Winning everything from your opponent only forces them to desperate measures. Even if there’s a very small chance they could harm you, you must avoid it at all costs. Therefore, leaving the defeated some capital to make a comeback in another world is always better than having a venomous snake by your side, constantly thinking about biting you.”

“It sounds like the rules of a slick politician,” Tang Luo asked with a smile, “but I wonder, where exactly does the Clan Head intend for these homeless curs to waste away?”

“Beimang.”

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