I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 861: Chapter 155: Wang Chan

Longzhou Calendar 1784, September 19

In the Kunwu Mountain Range, within Dapeng Mountain

One of the Four Little Saints of this era, the eldest young master of the southern Wang Clan, had rushed to Kunwu Divine Mountain after the end of the martial arts tournament, yet he did not meet the person he wished to see.

Master Xu Ying had left for the west immediately after receiving Tang Clan’s ranking reward yesterday.

Some had said that the disciples of the Wang Clan of the south were all meddlers, and as the Wang Chan of the current generation, he was even more so, a mischief-maker among meddlers, a harbinger of trouble who had already forgotten the task entrusted to him by Master Puhui Chan in the excitement of the Saint Child’s punishment.

Taking delight in others’ misfortune, the young Master Wang evaded the guards and sneaked into Bu Xiao’s punishment retreat, where in the cavities of a cliff, he saw the former Dao Child of Martial Saint Mountain engrossed in meditation.

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The uninvited guest set down two jars of fine wine and sat down across from Bu Xiao as if he belonged there, smiling and saying, “To be stripped of the Dao Child title because of not tying up loose ends, if I were you, I probably wouldn’t be in the mood for cultivation at all.”

“Whether I am the Saint Child or not, I am still Bu Xiao.” The man, as handsome as a deity, opened his eyes and spoke indifferently, “If you’re here looking for Walker Xu, unfortunately, he left yesterday.”

“Ah hahahaha!” Wang Chan covered his belly and laughed wildly, “So the proud Bu Xiao is not as composed as he appears, after all. Seeing this look of melancholy up close, this trip was truly worth it!”

The hysterical laughter was only because he had seen the desolation at the bottom of someone else’s heart. Such cruelty was disliked by anyone, and Bu Xiao’s expression grew even colder as he said faintly, “Have you laughed enough?”

The laughter stopped abruptly, and the once jubilant Wang Chan suddenly ceased his mirth, adopting a bored and listless demeanor as though the person laughing a moment ago wasn’t him.

Changing his face, Wang Chan picked up a wine jug and rose to his feet, walking around Bu Xiao’s cushion in a circle. He surveyed the spartan cave, looking around and speaking in a neither salty nor bland tone, “Without the title of Saint Child and having to be confined in these cliff mountains for three years, if I were you, I’d have broken the cave’s seals and burst out, beating all those coveting the Saint Child’s throne. Then, who else would feel they’re qualified? What do you say, Saint Child Bu?”

“You, are really annoying.” Bu Xiao frowned and said, “Is this how you incited Bu Lin, leading him to become what he is today?”

“Inciting? No, no, no, no.” Wang Chan waved his hand, taking a proud sip of wine, “I merely helped him find his true self. People are not noble by birth alone, and souls longing for freedom and unruliness are instead bound by rites and doctrines. How could such twisted warriors ever reach the other shore? Only by living true to oneself can one’s nature be in harmony. It’s not that everyone is as proud as you, Saint Child Bu.”

“To live true to oneself and ultimately become a beast, is this the path you’ve pointed out to Bu Lin?” Bu Xiao said coldly, “The Wang Clan of the south’s skill in beguiling hearts indeed hasn’t regressed with the passage of time, huh.”

“What’s wrong with becoming a powerful beast?” Wang Chan didn’t deny it and smiled, “To awaken the dragon spirit bloodline and to visualize the dragon soul, how could Bu Lin consider himself human anymore? How could he achieve the fusion of soul and body? Or does Saint Child Bu believe that with the futile will of humankind, one can subdue the dragon spirit and awe the azure dragon?”

“Crack!”

Smashing the empty wine jug onto the ground in front of Bu Xiao, Wang Chan wiped his mouth, mockingly saying, “Stop dreaming. Once you’ve chosen to visualize the dragon soul, it means yielding to the bloodline; why keep any shred of humanity at all? Those things you find strange are all innate natures to the Dragon Beasts!”

“Bu Lin should be tyrannical, for dragon nature is whimsical; he should be lascivious, for dragon nature is extremely lascivious and yang; he should be unbridled, for dragons are born arrogant!”

“The dragon is a beast of evil, irascible, greedy, combative, selfish, indolent. As the strongest dragon, one must possess the most evil qualities, which is why Bu Lin grows stronger the more wicked he becomes. And do you know what made him cast aside all his pride and desire to become an utterly evil Dragon Beast?”

“It’s you! Ah hahahahaha, this is just too amusing!”

Wang Chan’s hysterical laughter broke out as he pointed at Bu Xiao, nearly dying from laughter.

Bu Xiao furrowed his brows, a look of disgust on his face as he repeated, “Wang Chan, you are truly annoying!”

“Yeah, I am despicable; want to hit me?” Wang Chan restrained his smile, lunged in front of Bu Xiao, almost pressing his face against the other’s, his eyes full of provocation, “Come on, hit me, I’m right in front of you, do what you want to do, don’t hold back, strike me hard. Come on, come on, come on!!!”

By the time he shouted for the third time, Wang Chan was already hoarse, but Bu Xiao just continued to look at him with disdain, his hands resting on his knees, not moving an inch.

The two contemporaneous Little Saints stood in silent confrontation, one mad, the other calm.

After a brief pause, Wang Chan was the first to break the silence, “Tsk, how boring.”

He stood up and stretched lazily, “I wanted to have a fight with you, but seeing your current state, I’ve lost the desire. Spend these three years here reflecting on yourself. I’ll visit you again when I have the chance.”

With those words, he strutted toward the cave entrance with his hands behind his back. When he reached the doorway, he suddenly stopped, turned around with a beaming smile, and said, “Oh, right, Saint Child Bu, don’t forget to drink the wine I brought you. This is the divine nectar brewed by the Siam saintess, the sacred offering of the wine country Siam. This young master passed through Siam and deflowered the saintess. I also spilled all the nectar wine from the palace wine cellar, so the flask in front of you now is the last bottle of divine nectar in the world. Saint Child Bu, you should cherish it!” noveldrama

After having a pot of wine, a bout of madness, and leaving behind a rare gift, Wang Chan rose into the air and disappeared into the clouds. The great array of the cliff mountain was like his own backyard, letting him come and go as he pleased.

Bu Xiao shook his head, gaining a new understanding of the Saint Child from the Wang Clan of the south. It turned out that he did not attend the Longzhou martial arts competition because he went to Siam. What a pity for the saintess of the wine country, and even more so for the lost beauty nectar.

The so-called nectar wine is made by young and beautiful virgins who chew on spirit rice and spit it into wooden barrels where it ferments for a few days, producing a fragrant and pleasant wine.

This is the best dowry for young women of the wine country, and depending on the aroma and purity, nectar wine is classified into three grades: commoners’ nectar, beauties’ nectar, and sacrificial nectar.

But the Siam saintess broke the millennia-old hierarchy because the nectar she brewed was like a divine object, hence a fourth grade emerged: divine nectar, meaning a sweet wine that only a deity could enjoy.

The biggest gossip in the wine country of Siam was about whose home the deeply-stored divine nectar in the wine cellar would go to on the day the saintess married, and who would be the one to share inebriation with the gods.

No need to guess anymore, the saintess was no longer a virgin, and the last bottle of Siam’s divine nectar was right in front of Bu Xiao!