I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 862: Chapter 156: Birds of a Feather Flock Together

After drinking a pot of Divine Elixir, Young Master Wang made his way to Qilin Mountain again. As he stepped into the dragon’s presence, he saw the transformed Bu Lin, clad in dragon armor, competing spiritedly with the Divine Array. His draconic claws swung, slaying illusion after illusion, while he muttered incantations.

“Trash, all trash!”

“Kill you! Kill you!”

“Duan Qianchou is trash, Cao Changqing is trash, Luo Qingchi is also trash!”

“Yin-Yang Grinding, Tang Luo! One day, Lord Qilin will tear you to a thousand pieces!”

The sight of such dejection made Wang Chan unable to help but burst into silent laughter. He picked up a stone stool and hurled it toward Bu Lin, the whistling sound of it flying through the air alerting the Dao Child of Qilin Mountain to the uninvited guest. With a swipe of a claw, Bu Lin shattered the stone stool, turned his head to lash out, but upon seeing Wang Chan, he couldn’t hold back a laugh, “Young Master Wang, why didn’t you announce your arrival at Qilin Mountain!?”

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Everyone on Qilin Mountain knew that aside from his own brothers, Lord Qilin’s closest confidant was none other than the Saint Child of the southern Wang Clan, Wang Chan. Both were tough as nails and epitomized defiance against the two great holy lands, yet surprisingly, they got along brilliantly.

So, unbothered by the stool that was just thrown at him upon seeing Wang Chan, Bu Lin stepped forward and thumped Wang Chan’s chest with a punch, saying, “It’s been a while, you didn’t show up at the martial arts conference, where did you go off to have fun?”

Wang Chan took the punch from the dragon beast to his chest without changing his expression. He kicked Bu Lin in the abdomen, knocking the enormous dragon beast to the ground, then casually took a seat, nonchalantly saying, “September is the time for Siam’s festival; this young master took a trip to the wine country of Siam!”

“Oh?” At the mention of Siam wine country, Bu Lin’s interest was peaked. He shed his dragon form and sat down beside Wang Chan, curiously asking, “I heard that the holy woman of Siam wine country is peerlessly beautiful, with a fragrant body and features like that of a celestial, is it true?”

“It’s not just that,” Wang Chan added. “She also has snow-white skin, full bosom and ample hips, impossible to grasp with one hand. She’s a rare White Tiger with the body of babbling brooks, surpassing countless women of this world!”

“Speaking of which, have you, Young Master Wang, managed to take the holy woman’s cherry?” Bu Lin smacked his lips with regret, “Such a pity, a real pity!”

Wang Chan asked with a smile, “What, you’re interested in this holy woman too?”

“Of course,” Bu Lin said with a wicked smile. “I heard that when the woman comes of age, three thousand scions of the Siam’s world families gathered to form a guard of honor, dubbed the Three Thousand Holy Followers. Lord Qilin here would love to see their faces when they watch their sacred woman become a wanton under me!”

The expectancy in his words seemed to delight in the defilement of the purity in three thousand hearts more than conquering a holy woman, and this wild thought made Wang Chan’s eyes sparkle.

“In all of Martial Saint Mountain, only you understand what real pleasure is, marvelous, truly marvelous!!” Wang Chan, laughing uproariously, patted Bu Lin on the shoulder and asked, “Do you want to taste that fragrant grace?”

“Oh?” Bu Lin’s eyes brightened, and he leered, “Is Young Master Wang suggesting that we become sworn brothers in debauchery?”

“No, no, no, this young master has thought of something even more interesting!” Wang Chan laughed heartily, “You just said you’d like to see the expression of the Three Thousand Holy Followers when you have the Siam holy woman beneath you, is that true?”

“Do you have a way?” Bu Lin asked excitedly, “Please do tell quickly!”

“The Siam royal city possesses a divine platform meant for sacrificial rites, which houses a powerful formation. I only need to alter a few elements, and even the Siam libationer would be helpless against it,” Wang Chan’s eyes flashed with an indescribable and sinister light as he smiled, “Follow me to Siam, and when the time comes, I will summon three thousand Saint Servants. Once the holy woman ascends the divine platform, your dream will become reality!” noveldrama

“Brilliant! Brilliant!!”

Thinking about wantonly defiling the holy woman on the divine platform and watching the expressions of the Saint Servants barred by the formation, Bu Lin shuddered with excitement.

“Is this all it takes to satisfy you?” Wang Chan looked at Bu Lin’s pathetic state with a mix of laughter and scolding, “Don’t forget, you can still transform into a Dragon Beast!”

“Whew~~~” Bu Lin’s breath grew heavy, and it seemed as though the air of sulfur was spewing right out of his nostrils.

“After you’re done, don’t forget to throw that woman down from the divine platform. After my brother and I have had our fill, it’s only fair that those noblemen, who gave up their homes and livelihoods, get their chance, even if they can’t behold her true face. Toss her down, so the fortunes can be shared equally!”

“Wang Clan’s young master is so generous!” Bu Lin said, giving a thumbs up, “Without us brothers, those fools wouldn’t stand a chance to feast their eyes. But tell me, if we throw her down, do you think someone might take advantage of the chaos…?”

“Ahahaha, that would indeed be…too interesting!” Wang Chan slapped his thigh and laughed, “If the holy woman perishes from violation by the Saint Servants, what a fine tale that would be!”

Being of one mind indeed, both found the idea extremely enticing and couldn’t wait to try it out.

Eager to begin, Bu Lin asked, “When do we set off?”

“The libation at the Siam royal city is in seven days. We can’t tamper with the divine array until then. Let me first send a message to old Xu Ying, and then we can embark,” Wang Chan, although fond of mischief, hadn’t forgotten his duties as the Wang Clan’s Saint Child. His visit to Longzhou was to discuss with old Xu Ying the matter of exterminating Buddhism in Yuanzhou, perfectly aligning with addressing serious matters in the meanwhile.

The previously enthusiastic Bu Lin’s face darkened at the mention of Xu Ying’s name, “Why bother with that bastard? His worthless cousin has stolen the limelight at the Martial Arts Assembly, making quite a spectacle. That guy has probably forgotten his own surname by now; when would he have the time to receive your letter?”

“Oh?” Wang Chan raised an eyebrow curiously, “Does Longzhou have relatives of the Xu Clan?”

“How could there not be? Have you forgotten the young lady from the Heavenly Phoenix Sword Saint lineage who eloped?” Bu Lin said indignantly, “I don’t know what sort of luck that damn kid has. Not only does he possess the Two Ambiguity Innate Qi, but he’s also awakened the Yin-Yang Grinding supernatural ability. It’s because of him that I couldn’t become an inner disciple this year!”

“Innate Dao Body? Yin-Yang Grinding? It seems Longzhou has quite an interesting person…”

Wang Chan stroked his chin, his eyes glittering with curiosity about Tang Luo.

“Don’t even think about it, he’s a relative of the Xu Clan from Yuanzhou. His name is already enshrined in the ancestor hall of Middle Ying City. If that weren’t the case, those old fogeys from Bifang Mountain would’ve long arranged for the Miss of the Bu Clan to come into contact with him,” Bu Lin spoke resentfully, “You don’t know how despicable that guy is. Even though he’s already part of Middle Ying City’s ancestral hall, he never mentioned it during the dispute with Yankong, causing Buddha Son to suffer a huge loss quietly. Duan Qianchou was even more unfortunate because of his plans. He involved the Xu Clan’s sacred grounds, putting Martial Saint Mountain in a difficult position. This wretched kid really needs to be dealt with swiftly or he’ll become a major thorn in Longxi’s side one day!”

“Interesting, interesting. I’m becoming more and more intrigued by this fellow, what’s his name?”

“Longxi Alliance, Tang Luo,” Bu Lin said irritably, “Aren’t you looking for old Xu Ying? Just head west, follow the Lingjiang River to Lanshan City in Aran Mountain, and you’ll find him there!”