Chapter 170 - 169: Power Scouter

Chapter 170: Chapter 169: Power Scouter

Telepathy?

At the imperial palace banquet in the Great Derivation Capital City, the crowd, hearing of this Divine Power for the first time, subconsciously found it miraculous.

To think such a Divine Power existed—at its first layer, one could already understand the emotions and thoughts in others’ hearts, granting a kind of foresight.

What was even more terrifying was that this Divine Power had three layers.

If the first layer was so miraculous, wouldn’t the effects of the second and third layers be even more heaven-defying?

As if understanding the thoughts of those around him, Luo Yanmo sighed softly and said, "A Buddhist Divine Power is not for slaughter, but for cultivating the heart."

With his words, the crowd could feel a faint sense of sorrow emanating from his heart.

The people around were still confused, so Liu Qingmeng said coolly, "The second layer of Telepathy is to make others understand their own hearts."

"When someone looks at you, their emotions toward you will be reflected back at them. The image of you they see is a reflection of their own innermost opinion of you."

This is what’s meant by: "a Buddha sees a Buddha, but a pile of shit sees only shit."

"If someone harbors hatred for you, they will feel that you hate them in return. This allows them to constantly examine their own delusions and wipe the dust from their minds so they are not stained."

"And the state Master Luo is in is the third layer of Telepathy: others can perceive your heart."

"At the third layer, others can see your emotions clearly. In other words, the way you perceive the Master is the way the Master perceives you."

"You just felt a sense of peace and subconsciously thought the Master before you was a good person because, in his eyes, you *are* a good person."

Liu Qingmeng explained in a calm tone, but it made everyone around feel that the second and third layers of Telepathy were even more useless than the first.

But Fang Can thought this Cultivation Technique was actually quite suitable for a monk to practice. ’Monks don’t tell lies. I’ll just let you feel my emotions at all times, and you’ll know whether I’m lying or not.’

"Thank you, Donor Liu, for explaining to everyone on this humble monk’s behalf," Luo Yanmo said gratefully. After Liu Qingmeng’s explanation, the crowd was temporarily put at ease, but they immediately tried to rein in their thoughts.

After all, the guy in front of them had Telepathy. If they couldn’t control themselves and a few curses popped into their heads and were heard, it would probably be very awkward for both sides.

Before long, Prince Qing of Taishan smiled and said, "Elder Luo, the grand competition is about to begin. Please cast your spell and open Fangcun Mountain."

The reason everyone had been waiting for this monk was that the key to opening Fangcun Mountain was on his person.

Before every grand competition, the Brahma Sound Temple would dispatch an elder at the Heaven-Ascending Road Realm with a token to the capital cities of the various nations. They would use Buddhist votive power as an anchor to open the battlefield from a distance.

"So be it!" Luo Yanmo placed his palms together, and a Zen chant escaped his lips. At once, a blinding golden light spread outward from his body.

Along with the blinding halo emerging from his body, the entire Capital City was enveloped in light at that moment.

The next moment, Fang Can heard a light DING in his ears, and his consciousness once again faintly sensed a connection within the vast emptiness.

Following the connection in their sea of consciousness, everyone closed their eyes and felt their awareness seemingly drawn to an infinite height, from where they looked down upon the entire world.

Below, with their eyes closed, everyone could see cityscapes with distinct scenery for spring, summer, autumn, and winter.

These were the capitals of the various nations, now reconstructed in a virtual space by a great Magical Power and forcibly stitched together, covering an area of a full ten thousand square kilometers.

And in this virtual space, Fang Can looked up and saw dozens of Martial Artists standing all around him. They were all contestants from the Great Derivation side, but a corresponding number was displayed above each of their heads.

Fu Xiangyu: [3542]

Wang Shaocheng: [3315]

Yang Lisheng: [4152]

...

Prince Qing opened his eyes, his consciousness immediately withdrawing from that space. He looked at Luo Yanmo in the real world. "Master Luo, what are these numbers above their heads? This king has never seen them before."

He had participated in over a dozen previous grand competitions, but he had never seen numbers above the contestants’ heads.

"This is the latest result obtained by the Celestial Secret Tower’s Pavilion Master through his comprehension of the Sacrificial Artifact, the [Yongle Encyclopedia]. As the effects are not yet clear, he is using this multinational grand competition to test it out."

"Then what do these numbers mean?"

"This is the real-time strength data for each contestant, deduced by the [Yongle Encyclopedia] through information analysis. It’s calculated with the average strength of a Profound Gate First Layer as a baseline of 100."

’Holy crap, a power level scouter? You can do that?’ Watching the numbers above their heads, the corner of Fang Can’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch.

If the strength of a Profound Gate First Layer was 100, then the strength of an ordinary Profound Gate Ninth Layer would be 900.

These Martial Artists on the Hidden Dragon List were all tall and powerfully built. Coupled with their Horizontal Training Cultivation Techniques, their muscle mass was several times that of an ordinary Martial Artist, so a value of 3,000 to 4,000 was reasonable.

And once they used their life-risking techniques, it wouldn’t be impossible for the numbers above their heads to flip to around 10,000.

’Not bad at all.’ Fang Can looked at the combat power values of 3,000 to 4,000 above their heads, with some even approaching 5,000, and nodded to himself in approval.

As expected of the top experts of the Transcendent Body Realm, these values were indeed impressive.

But the surrounding Martial Artists were not so calm. Seeing the number above Fang Can’s head, they fell completely silent.

Fang Can: [10205]

Fu Xiangyu: ...

Wang Shaocheng: ...

Yang Lisheng: ...

Looking at the five-digit number above Fang Can’s head, everyone understood the meaning of a "gap."

’Our combat power is less than five thousand, but this guy’s is over ten thousand in his normal state. How the hell are we supposed to fight this?’

"Hey, Elder Luo, is there something wrong with these numbers?" a Martial Artist asked subconsciously, only to be met with contemptuous gazes from those around him.

After all, by asking such a loser’s question, the man had made a complete fool of himself. The fight hadn’t even started, and he had already half-lost.

"According to the Celestial Secret Pavilion’s Master, the algorithm for this system has not yet been fully developed. It cannot accurately describe the power of the Heaven-Ascending Road Realm and may produce distorted results," Luo Yanmo said with a faint smile.

’So the numbers really are wrong?’ the people around them thought subconsciously, but then they heard the monk continue with a faint smile:

"However, all you donors whose values are under one million can rest assured. So far, the numbers have not been wrong."

Everyone: ...

Looking at the number above Fang Can’s head, these people were thoroughly convinced. What was the point of fighting? They might as well just surrender.

’Besides, looking at Fang Can’s physique, which is one of the smallest among us, how can his strength possibly reach over 10,000? Has this guy really not reached the Heaven-Ascending Road Realm?’

Only Fang Can knew that after modifying his body’s structure, his strength and durability could reach eight to nine times the intensity of a normal person of the same build.

As if sensing the dejection of the surrounding Martial Artists, Luo Yanmo encouraged them, "Fellow donors, do not be disheartened. This value can only test strength."

"Things like technique, heritage, and weapons are not taken into consideration. On the path of the Martial Dao, until you fight a match, who can say for sure?"

But Fang Can had already calmed his mind. He sat cross-legged with his eyes closed, resting and preparing for the competition.