In Shi Fayuan's heart, Xiang Yang's terror lay, for the most part, in his tyrannical Blade Path cultivation. Now that Dao Qianqiu had crippled that cultivation, he was no longer much to fear.
"Indeed. This is the perfect chance to capture Xiang Yang. If he had not intervened, we might already have obtained the Buddhist tablet today. What a pity.
"Still, we cannot let down our guard. Leave this matter to my two disciples. Their cultivation is not bad; they have reached Minor Accomplishment of Golden Body. Against a tiger stripped of its claws and fangs, they should have some confidence."
Juling shook his head, his body crackling like beans popping in a wok. His previously ordinary build returned to its original form, instantly becoming towering and mighty, like a slumbering primordial beast opening its eyes. Even the two Celestials beside him felt an immense pressure crashing toward them.
He shared Shi Fayuan's thoughts and understanding. Xiang Yang's strength lay first in his cultivation, and second in his Blade Path. Now that his Blade Path had been crippled, cultivation alone without combat power was useless.
The two disciples he mentioned were descendants of the Sacred Body lineage whom he had encountered in Yangchuan Prefecture, Yongzhou, two years ago. Not only did they possess an excellent martial foundation, but their potential was also considerable. They had now reached the realm of Unity of Spirit and Strength. Working together, they had a ninety percent chance of capturing Xiang Yang, whose strength had been greatly diminished.
"Oh? I had long heard that Juling was determined to revive the Sacred Body lineage and had been searching everywhere for promising seeds of that lineage. It seems the rumors were true. Then I shall await your good news."
Shi Fayuan's heart stirred, and he nodded with