I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 949: Chapter 243: Corpse Monk

Beimang, Corpse Hill

In the gloomy and deep tomb, a man lay fast asleep, snoring heavily.

His complexion was sallow, his bald head shiny, his body covered in corpse spots and enveloped in the aura of death. Upon closer inspection, one could faintly discern a golden glow. His tall and robust figure packed the already spacious tomb quite tightly, and as his breaths were even, the evil Qi gathered more and more, making the tomb unbearably cold and grim.

Most martial artists, if placed in such a thick and yin atmosphere, would not last long, but this man seemed to be enjoying it. Nurtured by the cold and ghastly energy of the tomb, he slept even more sweetly.

Suddenly, the sleeping man opened his eyes, which had black and white cross-shaped pupils filled with caution and vigilance. He carefully listened to the movements on the ground.

Having escaped the encirclement of the Dutian Heavenly King’s pursuit with great difficulty, Gu Han had no intention of dying here in the desolate hills of Beimang.

The Escape Technique was deployed silently, and the Corpse Monk’s body flashed with a yellow glow, as if merging with the earth, quietly leaving the tomb far behind.

Meanwhile, the martial artists who were setting up a formation on Corpse Hill remained unaware, tiptoeing as they deployed their Spirit Arts, connecting one formation node to another.

After about half a quarter of an hour, the formation was activated, a bright light shield enveloping the entire Corpse Hill. It purified all corpses and deathly aura but failed to detect any sign of the living.

Standing on a cliff that looked down on Corpse Hill were two tall men. One had a smooth, pale face that was sharply handsome; his dark, deep-set eyes sparkled enchantingly, and his thick eyebrows, high nose bridge, and beautiful lips all exuded nobility and elegance.

The other was one of the Four Little Saints, Wang Chan from the Tianan Wang Family.

The man with the appearance of a noble son covered his mouth and nose with a handkerchief, his brows faintly furrowed as he spoke softly, “Brother Wang, you see, this is the Corpse Monk’s Destiny Intuition. He can sense any encirclement that could harm him in advance, and once we withdraw our forces, he will transform into an evil spirit and pounce, making him extremely difficult to deal with. Ever since starting from Zhongzhou, I have trapped him no fewer than a hundred times. Even several Grandmasters were called upon, but the closest we ever got was to seriously injure him, yet he still managed to escape. Brother Wang, do you have any strategy to cope with this?”

Out of the Zen Sect’s Six Supernatural Powers, the most troublesome are the Supernatural Feet (teleportation) and Destiny Intuition. The former is a top-tier Escape Technique, while the latter is even more profound than the Escape Technique. Even a minor achievement in Destiny Intuition allows one to foresee one’s manner of death and seek life against fate.

And Gu Han’s cultivation level in Destiny Intuition, even the Great Zen Masters of Buddha’s Country have highly praised. At the time of his transcendence, he was revered as a person who knows his destiny.

Yet, for some unknown reason, this Buddha Son, upon whom the Buddha’s Country had placed great hope, eventually defected and became an assassin for the Ancient Blood Tower. The pure and refined Zen techniques of his life were also altered beyond recognition, turning into the Evil Buddha. noveldrama

Bone Taoist Feng You and Corpse Monk Gu Han were known as the two pillars of the Blood Tower, and their remarkable feat was the shocking fall of the Heavenly Patrol Envoy of Zhongzhou.

The An Clan of Zhongzhou was enraged and ordered the Dutian Heavenly King to conduct a thorough investigation. Thus, the An Clan members, like chickens injected with a stimulant, vigorously pursued, with An Yuanxi leading the martial artists from Zhongzhou all the way to Beimang, but still, they came up empty-handed.

Wang Chan’s lips curled in a sinister smile as he glanced at the desolate Corpse Hill, then turned and sighed, “This isn’t a sin of war, yet without setting up the formation, I cannot trap the Corpse Monk. However, as soon as I start to lay it down, it will scare him off. That fellow possesses overwhelming cultivation but is timid as a mouse; the moment he senses the fluctuation of a powerful presence, he flees faster than anyone. This is somewhat troublesome indeed!”

“Brother Wang is a sensible man,” An Yuanxi sighed heavily in frustration, “I am sure that at this very moment, there are many in the Heavenly Patrol spreading slander to the Great Commander, accusing Yuan Xi of misusing authority for private purpose. Perhaps in the eyes of many, capturing a Corpse Monk is as easy as catching a turtle in a jar—a laughable notion!”

“Brother An, don’t be angry,” Wang Chan chuckled, “The Great Commander dispatched me to assist precisely because he recognized the difficulties you face. Let’s keep tracking the Corpse Monk. Upon the next sighting, I shall go alone. After the formation is set, I will then request Brother An to lead the team and encircle him, how about that?”

“Absolutely not!” As soon as An Yuanxi heard this, he began to wave his hands dismissively, “Although the Corpse Monk is as timid as a mouse, his cultivation is nearing that of a grandmaster. Brother Wang, despite your exceptional talent, it is still too dangerous to face the cunning and treacherous Gu Han alone. It would be better to take the long view!”

For An Yuanxi, the task of capturing the Corpse Monk, Gu Han, wasn’t considered a great achievement after all—he had already expended a great deal of manpower, resources, and even personal favors for the Heavenly Patrol.

Yet, should anything happen to Wang Chan, it would be a cataclysmic event that would send shockwaves across the land, far surpassing the turmoil of the Heavenly Patrol Envoy’s murder. He dared not take such a risk.

Seeing An Yuanxi’s reaction, Wang Chan knew exactly what was on his mind. With a twinkle in his eye and a hearty laugh, he said, “Brother An, you can rest assured. When I left for my training expedition with the Heavenly Patrol, the Ancestor specifically bestowed upon me the Nirvana Feathered Robe. Given Gu Han’s formidable cultivation, he still wouldn’t be able to break through the Divine Armor, I imagine.”

An Yuanxi’s eyes lit up instantly, and he exclaimed in surprise, “It appears that Brother Wang is highly valued by the Wang Family, to be granted the number one protective artifact of Tianan. It seems that the chances of Brother Wang becoming the future Saint Lord are quite high!”

“What chances?” Wang Chan replied with a modest smile, waving his hand dismissively, “It’s just the Ancestor’s favor. Compared to Brother An’s accomplishments, this bit of favor is insignificant.”

As the scions boasted to each other, the escaped Gu Han made a long detour and arrived in a hidden forest, activating a concealed formation.

Roughly fifteen minutes later, a young man with a stern expression appeared. Although he appeared young, he exuded an air of domineering aura.

Approaching Gu Han, the young man raised an eyebrow and inquired, “The Corpse Hill is already the place with the densest death qi in the eastern region of Beimang. Are you still not satisfied, Master?”

“Satisfied?” The Corpse Monk touched his bald head and bared his white teeth, hissing, “Didn’t you say that hiding in Corpse Hill would guarantee the Duty Heavenly King’s men couldn’t find me? Yet I haven’t even slept for three days before they appeared. How do you explain this!?”

“They’ve arrived so quickly?” The domineering young man thought to himself, slightly furrowing his brows at the Corpse Monk, “After all, the Duty Heavenly King’s men are the hawk dogs of the An Clan. They always have some extraordinary methods. It seems Beimang is no longer safe for you. You’d better hurry and set sail!”

“Set sail?” The Corpse Monk crossed his arms in displeasure, “I came to Beimang this time not to seek refuge; the Blood Tower has killed a Heavenly Patrol Envoy, and yet you have only paid half of what you promised. The remaining ten Flying Rakshasas and a million spirit pills—are you planning on reneging on our deal?”

“The cultivation materials for the corpses and the spirit pills are already prepared. As soon as you give the word, Master, they will be delivered immediately!” The expression of the domineering young man turned cold, and he spoke tersely, “However, once the transaction is complete, our clan will no longer concern itself with any issues that arise!”