"Lord Imagawa, could the person seated at the far end of the hall be the renowned strategist, Lord Taiyuan?"
Uesugi Tetsu had unexpectedly brought up Taiyuan Xuezhai, seated at the deepest part of the Grand Hall.
Imagawa Yoshimoto was slightly taken aback, then nodded. "Lord Tetsu has a good eye."
Uesugi Tetsu shook his folding fan, narrowing his eyes.
--[Sickly Ghost (Two Stars)].
That demon crouching on Taiyuan Xuezhai's back was actually two-star?
It had felt to Uesugi Tetsu like only half a star. If the Sickly Ghost's appearance had not been so conspicuous and ugly, Tetsu might have overlooked it based on its aura alone.
In this Sengoku era, where Spiritual Power was scarce, the vast majority of people had no Spiritual Vision. They could not see spiritual ghosts and monsters at all.
Even warriors who practiced breathing techniques were no exception.
The corporeal Well Woman from before could be dealt with by gathering enough samurai, but not a single person could detect the Sickly Ghost clinging to Taiyuan Xuezhai.
Practicing breathing techniques to a profound level could only ensure that one would not be invaded by ghosts and monsters.
At most, one could rely on the bloody aura within one's body to intimidate and dissolve some weaker ghosts and monsters.
Uesugi Tetsu understood the situation as soon as he thought of this.
--The Sickly Ghost's aura was so weak because it wanted to avoid triggering the instinctive discomfort of the warriors around Taiyuan Xuezhai, allowing it to absorb his Essence, Qi, and Spirit more easily.
Thus, he spoke sharply and directly. "Lord Imagawa, I fear Lord Taiyuan does not have long to live."
Standing before Imagawa Yoshimoto under the watchful eyes of the many samurai, Uesugi Tetsu sighed. "If this continues, Lord Taiyuan may not survive another month."