I Can See Your Combat Power-Chapter 996 - 290 The Awakening of Ji Fu

Chapter 996: Chapter 290: The Awakening of Ji Fu

Chapter 996: Chapter 290: The Awakening of Ji Fu

The praises once received had not only disappeared entirely but were replaced with doubts and disappointment surrounding Ji Fu. The Ji Clan had staked their millennia-old treasures on Ji Fu, only to discover he was but an embroidered pillow, a realization that drove the clan members who had waited a lifetime nearly insane.

Doubts, slander, provocation, and even humiliation.

The fallen saint child of the Han Family, however, did not collapse in despair. Instead, he saw the true self in the actions of his clansmen.

It turned out that, in their eyes, he was just a lucky individual who had fortuitously gained heaven’s favor. They had not chosen “Ji Fu” to be the Saint King, but rather the bearer of the “Undying Bloodline” to be the Saint King.

It turned out that he had never really known himself. The praises that once seemed deserved, now in retrospect, felt like excessive flattery.

At that moment, he finally understood that the concept of “self” is invisible, only truly comprehended when one hits rock bottom and bounces back.

Having realized this, Ji Fu was neither disheartened nor argumentative. Aside from insisting on the alliance with the Tang Clan, he secluded himself in the back mountains of Lingxiao Sect amid the scorn, pushing the vigorous life force of the Undying Bloodline to its extreme.

Even the most resentful clan members, after witnessing Ji Fu’s cultivation, closed their mouths. Under the strenuous protection of Lingxiao Sect, Ji Fu barely managed to retain the title of Saint Child.

The Ji Clan had no choice but to pinch their noses, honor the alliance with the Tang family, and sent the commander Ji Xuanyuan and the Yang Kangzong to Xiling to verify if rumors of the youngest pinnacle of Mortal Transcendence were true.

At that time, the Ji Clan was still filled with complaints that the Tang family didn’t deserve to be their ally, and even the supportive Lingxiao Sect had some reservations about the Tang family in Xiling.

It wasn’t until the Tang Clan took over seven major cities of Lingjiang, became an emerging power in Longzhou, and produced a Grandmaster-level powerhouse that the resentment began to subside.

Yet, the annual expenditure of four million spiritual herbs and treasures still left many in the clan dissatisfied, for the cost was so great, it could have swayed an entire sect. But now, it was merely for an alliance with a powerful family, seeming somewhat wasteful.

This situation persisted until the Tang Clan of Longxi was invited by Martial Saint Mountain, and Tang Luo led the team to participate in the Longzhou Youth Martial Arts Competition.

Shaking Bifang Mountain with his fists, subduing Duan Longshu of the Evil King Palace, crushing the Ghost King Compass, he was truly unmatched among his peers, unparalleled in the world!

Such a once-in-a-millennium figure silenced all Ji Clan members who had previously criticized the alliance, and the ‘prodigal’ Saint Child suddenly became seen as uniquely insightful and far-sighted.

After analyzing Tang Luo’s information carefully, the Ji Clan’s powerful members came to a pleasing conclusion: as long as he did not meet an untimely end, Grandmaster was the baseline of his future achievements.

And the thought of a Grandmaster in bodily arts, with the innate talents of the Innate Yin-Yang Millstone and the extraordinary Undying Battle Body, was enough to send shivers of excitement down one’s spine.

Eventually, the leaders and elders of the Ji Clan remembered the Saint Child who was still in seclusion at the Lingxiao Sect. They couldn’t wait to summon Ji Fu to share the good news but were astonished to find that the Saint Child of the Han Family, on whom they pinned great hopes, had not only broken through the Mortal Realm but also advanced his Undying Battle Body to the fourth rank, unlocking the second earth Divine Storage of the spleen.

Upon further inquiry, it was revealed that Ji Fu had already completed the accumulation of Spiritual Power two years before and, in one breath, had overcome the dual shackles of Martial Arts Realm and technique realm breakthroughs.

Had it been the old Ji Fu, he would have wanted all clansmen to know about every breakthrough, but when the elders shared the information about Tang Luo with him, this news potent enough to overturn all doubts in the clan, it failed to elicit the slightest reaction from Ji Fu. From beginning to end, he maintained a composed demeanor, simply nodding to confirm he had heard.

Without his former arrogance and the deep-seated inferiority carved into his bones, the now unadorned Saint Child of the Han Family seemed to possess the bearing of the ancient Saint Kings.

The grown Ji Fu made several of the most familiar elders hardly believe their eyes. The lost confidence and dreams of restoration had come back with interest upon seeing the Han Family’s Saint Child!

What of the Four Little Saints of the current era? What of Longxi’s unrivaled pride? They were merely obscured because the Han Family’s Saint Child had yet to reveal his edge.

No one went out of their way to suggest testing his cultivation; the elders were certain, upon seeing Ji Fu, who truly was the strongest of the younger generation.

The legend of the Saint King fermented once more within the Lingxiao Sect, and even Ji Chen, who had been the least convinced, lost his competitive arrogance after witnessing Ji Fu.

Losing a bit of material wealth in exchange for a true martial artist with the bearing of a Saint King, Ji Chen once thought that Ji Fu’s failed expedition to Xiling was a crucial opportunity for the Ji Clan.

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His judgment was not wrong—this indeed was a crucial opportunity for the Ji Clan. Sadly, it wasn’t his stage to perform on, but rather an individual showcase for the Saint Child Ji Fu.

Within the Beimang territory, there were eight divine mountains. Aside from Tai Xuan Divine Mountain, where the Xuanji Sect resided, the Ji Clan secretly controlled the other seven, and even the sects inhabiting the divine mountains either became allies or were replaced.

And with the foundation of Seven Sects, the Ji Clan naturally had an abundance of talent emerge. Yet everyone’s memory remained fixated on Ji Fu’s failed journey to Xiling, akin to a beaten dog’s lowest point.

Even his masochistic cultivation was seen as atonement. Could such a disgraced and defeated Saint Child really turn the tide?

The outstanding disciples of the various sects didn’t believe a single word, unless they saw it with their own eyes. Thus, disciples from various sects found excuses to go to the Lingxiao Sect for challenges.

No one knew what they had experienced during Ji Fu’s seclusion, only that all the disciples who returned to their sects began to cultivate frantically but remained silent about the results of the contest.

Even if some went to the Lingxiao Sect to inquire about Ji Fu, the answers they received were monotonously official.

“Such and such junior brother’s cultivation is extraordinary, thanks to the miraculous Undying Bloodline, luckily managing to draw a tie.”

This nebulous account of the contest left everyone completely in the dark about the actual situation, until an honest sect chief disciple laid bare the process of the contest.

The chief disciple, beloved by his junior brothers and sisters, smiled bitterly, recalling that nearly crushing bout and sighed, “There’s no magical Undying Bloodline. I couldn’t even land a blow on the Saint Child and was easily defeated!”

Three months later, at Lingxiao’s martial demonstration,

Ji Fu came out of seclusion to challenge the Lingxiao Sect’s Grandmaster Bai Saint King. The two battled for a day and a night without a victor.

After this battle, no more doubting voices about the Saint Child were heard from the Ji Clan of Beimang, and the disciples from the various sects lost the will to challenge. Whenever Ji Fu was mentioned, there was only sincere admiration and respect.

And the Ji Clan’s Saint Child who had fought the Grandmaster to a standstill went back to his seclusion as usual and continued his almost masochistic cultivation with even greater intensity than before.

Days passed, until Ji Chen knocked on the door of Ji Fu’s training ground, “Saint Child, Longxi’s Pride Tang Luo has appeared in Taicang Mountain; do you want to meet him?”