I Can See Your Combat Power

However, sitting on another chair, Grand Elder Miyang, listening to Cao Xiong’s self-congratulatory remarks, scornfully curl his lips in secret.

If it weren’t for Cao Xiong’s own strength being too weak, they would have already pushed to the foothills of North Mountain. What’s so impressive about a warrior who relies on his techniques to dominate the fierce?

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South Ridge Beast Valley, Mi Clan’s sect residence

The clan leader’s room is full of stewards and strategists who are doing their respective duties. While the two clans are on the brink of war, the entire Mi Clan is operating at an astonishing speed. Many Mortal Realm stewards have stayed up for three full days and nights, working tirelessly after a succinct adjustment of their fatigue. The morale of the entire Mi Clan is attributed not only to the frontline battle reports but also to a man who has been sitting sturdy like a mountain since the start of the war. He is the Mi Clan’s leader, Mi Jin.

If they can have some brief moments of rest, the clan leader who has been dealing with official duties has not slept at all in the past few days. The treasured Spirit Liquid on the table is what he uses to keep him energized, but everyone knows that such a working method comes at the cost of exhausting his own body, as Mortal Realm warriors cannot yet attain the ability to work without the need for rest.

The result of the top-down efficiency is that the Mi Clan’s current work progress greatly surpasses the expected speed. Even the servants who serve tea and water in the residence have unconsciously quickened their steps, not daring to slack off in the least.

“Order Immortal bird feather guards to strike, advance to the east side of North Mountain, with the killing of Tang warriors and clansmen as the primary strategic objective.”

“Order the tribes of South Ridge to provide reinforcements, no need for a whole team structure. Within three days, I want to see a united team consisting of thirty Fierce Realm warriors sent to the frontline.”

“Order the young clan leader, Mi Shen, to construct warships. Before the flood recedes, I want to see a warship in the shipyard that can accommodate five hundred Mortal Realm teams!”

“Order the frontline battlefield Sect Head, Mi Hai, to speed up. Before the flood recedes, North Mountain’s western foothills must be taken as a landing point!”

With an expressionless countenance, Mi Jin multitasks. He handles official duties, listens to the Wind Media’s reports, and gives orders. His efficiency outshines everyone present.

After quickly issuing several crucial orders, Mi Jin turned to his eldest son, Mizhu, and asked: “So, what’s the Xiao Family’s response? Have they agreed to the marriage alliance with our clan?”

“Clan Leader…” Mizhu was suddenly surprised by his father’s question, he answered while flipping through the intelligence report in his hand and recounted: “According to the report received from the second deputy yesterday, he and Xiao Jinlin have essentially agreed on a direction. However…It’s just…”

Mi Jin furrowed his brows slightly, continuing his work while his tone grew colder: “What is it? Speak quickly!”

The reprimand suddenly quieted down the bustling clan leader’s room, and then it returned to normal. Mi Jin’s strict handling of Mizhu was no news in the clan, but public rebuke was unprecedented.

With a rather awkward look on his face, Mizhu, who was turning red and pale, finally read out the information in the report: “It’s just that Xiao Jinlin is not satisfied with our current terms and the second elder is still discussing with the Xiao Family about the conditions…”

As soon as Mizhu’s words ended, the working Mi Jin suddenly twisted his head, his expression was like a beast ready to devour its prey: “Why didn’t you tell me about such important news yesterday!?”

Mizhu shivered, stuttering: “I..I..I thought… the second elder..was still in talks….”

Enraged, Mi Jin got up from his seat, snatched the intelligence report from Mizhu’s hand, sped-read through it, and immediately ordered the Wind Media standing by his side: “Immediately go to Red Cloud Mountain and tell the second deputy that since the Xiao Family has already agreed with us in terms of objectives, I give him the authority to accept whatever conditions Xiao Jinlin presents!”

While he was talking, he detached the token representing his position as the Clan Leader from his waist and handed it to the Wind Media, instructing: “Take this token with you, and tell the second elder, I only have one request, I hope the Xiao Family can join the battle as soon as possible, he can agree to Xiao Jinlin’s conditions, and any problems that arise afterwards, I, the clan leader, will alone bear the responsibility.”

The middle-aged Wind Media respectfully took the token from Mi Jin’s hand, disappearing from the place like the wind, leaving only a faint afterimage behind.

Mi Jin, who had finished issuing the command, resumed his official duties and didn’t even glance at Mizhu, who was standing on the side dumbfounded.

After a while, Mizhu looked at the still bustling clan leader’s room, swallowed a mouthful of saliva, and quietly asked, “Fath… Clan Leader, what if Xiao Jinlin asks for a sky-high price?”

The reason why Mizhu didn’t feel the information was crucial was because he thought the terms were still being discussed. As they currently have the advantage on the battlefield, there’s no need to let the Xiao Family join in haste, wouldn’t it be much better to negotiate the terms first?

“Xiao Jinlin is a wise man, he should know what price to ask.” Mi Jin still did not look back, just placed the approved document aside, saying indifferently: “Even if he asks for a sky-high price, give it to him now.”

“Why!?” Mizhu was shocked. Realising his indiscretion, and seeing officials in the hall, he lowered his voice and asked again, “Even without the Xiao family’s support, we are at an advantage on the battlefield. Why are we doing this?”

Although he knew that his own son was mediocre, his stupidity still made Mi Jin frown slightly. Perhaps the one merit this foolish son has is always being willing to ask questions.

Regrettably, he’s still his son. Mi Jin laughed helplessly, explaining: “At this moment, your clansmen are risking their lives on the front line. If you can use money to relieve their pressure on the battlefield, why not do it?”

“In any battle, everyone gives their all at the first drumming, gets fatigued at the second, and exhausted at the third! The advantages we are currently holding are not sufficient to determine the outcome of the war. Once we prolong this war to the point where our allied warriors are exhausted, then we will no longer be able to fight. Therefore, we need to show those warriors fighting on the front line constant rays of hope. Can you think of anything more uplifting than the appearance of the number one warrior of Xiling?”

The Xiao Family has a special significance to Xiling. As true natives, the Xiao Family’s lineage surpasses that of both the Tang and Mi Clans, holding once the most powerful family of Xiling.

Before the Tang and Mi Clans rose to power with the Wancheng Treasure Ship, the Monument Dragon Diagram was the supreme secret technique of Xiling. Even as both clans’ power reaches its peak, the Xiao Family still firmly holds the third spot.

The impact that such a powerful addition to the battlefield would have on the Tang Clan is self-evident. This is something Xiao Jinlin knows, Mi Jin knows, but only this foolish son doesn’t understand.

While he was somewhat disheartened, he believed Mizhu, even after trained personally, still lack far behind the growth of the younger clan leader Mi Shen, especially in terms of magnanimity—this seems to be destined by heaven.

He had no doubt that if it was Mi Shen in this situation, he would have recommended agreeing to Xiao Jinlin’s conditions yesterday. Even just to get this number one warrior of Xiling to fight, the impact on the front-line would be enormous.