Chapter Eighteen: Wang Li Is a Treasure (Part Three)

The Divine Calculator held the reins of the treasury and had always followed the lead of Master Liuguang. He was the first to declare, “Master, Wang Li is of utmost importance to our Pure Yang Sect. Anyone who dares target him will be disregarding the face of the Bureau of Merit!”

Master Mishan added, “My Transmission Hall fully supports your decision, Master. Should you require it, not a single one of my three thousand disciples would dare disobey.”

The Divine Calculator controlled everyone’s purse strings, and Mishan oversaw an army of disciples—both were forces within the sect that none dared provoke.

With these two heavyweights voicing their support, even those harboring ulterior motives dared not express them.

Master Xiuyue nodded. “All arrangements shall be as Master sees fit.”

Master Muqing inclined his head slightly. “I believe the Master has already deliberated. My Trial Hall will not interfere.”

Master Qinglian produced a jade slip from her storage ring. “My Sacred Medicine Hall has no interest in other matters. My sole request is for Wang Li to complete the Greenwood Vitality Method. Many healers in our hall have reached bottlenecks and require some records from this technique as reference.”

“Let Senior Brother Liu handle the technique. The Greenwood Vitality Method is an upper-tier profound technique; Wang Li may not have the ability to complete it just yet. You should be mentally prepared, Sister Qinglian.”

“Acquiring it is fortune, losing it is fate. Master, there’s no need to pressure Wang Li.”

Qinglian was a pure-hearted healer, seeing such matters with clarity.

“Uncle Xu Qing, Uncle Xiuqing, Brother Shen, what about you three?”

These three were a faction unto themselves. Xu Qingzi and Xiuqing were elders; Shen Chengtuo had previously vied for the Master’s position against Liuguang. They had always been somewhat dissatisfied with Liuguang.

But as this concerned the sect’s core interests, they couldn’t openly oppose the Master.

Xu Qingzi stroked his goatee and smiled warmly. “I’ll pretend not to see Wang Li’s situation. As for Master Tianmu, I can negotiate; please inform me of your plan, Master.”

The old are wise—Xu Qingzi had watched Liuguang and Liu Wanjin grow up. Hearing them repeatedly mention Master Tianmu and the Divine Thunder Crystal, he instantly grasped their intentions and volunteered to join their scheme.

Only a fool would pass up such benefits!

Liuguang laughed. “Uncle Xu Qing has many friends. I’ll trouble you shortly, and please reach out to the other major sects to see what they make of the appearance of a divine artifact.”

“These are my duties. Just give the word, Master.”

Liuguang nodded in satisfaction and turned to Shen Chengtuo. “Brother Shen, I heard the Spirit Beast Hall’s request to borrow the Crimson Vermilion Bird and Dragon Elephant Turtle from the Beast Taming Sect was refused by that stubborn old Ling Xiao. Have you considered directly bringing those spirit beasts into the Spirit Beast Hall?”

“I have indeed considered it.”

“In that case, I’ll await your dreams to come true.”

“Master, Immortal Ling Xiao’s temper is worse than his Crimson Vermilion Bird’s. He won’t be easy to deal with.”

“I simply wish to see the old curmudgeon’s constipated expression.”

“Then let’s proceed as Master wishes. My Spirit Beast Hall gives full support.”

With only herself left, Master Xiuqing spoke up, “The Internal Affairs Pavilion minds its own matters. If the Master commands, we will support you.”

“Since everyone is in agreement, I can proceed boldly,” Liuguang declared. “A storm is brewing, and I hope the sect stands united.”

Everyone replied, “As you command, Master!”

The meeting adjourned, leaving only Liuguang, Xu Qingzi, and Liu Wanjin in the grand hall, plotting in secret.

In the Scripture Pavilion, within Wang Li’s humble quarters.

Wang Li was meditating with eyes closed, a book spread across his knees.

Within his sea of consciousness, a petite figure was executing a swift and intricate sword technique.

Wang Li’s spiritual sense observed, occasionally mimicking the movements.

This was another facet of Wang Li’s innate talent—simulating battle scenarios directly within his consciousness.

If not for Lord Sheng’s reminder, Wang Li wouldn’t have realized he possessed such an ability.

According to Lord Sheng, data analysis could quantify and simulate a technique or a cultivator’s attack patterns. As long as he gathered enough information about a method or a practitioner, even if he’d never practiced it, the analysis could imitate its execution to a certain extent. Likewise, even when facing a stranger, he could simulate their attack style and manifest it within his consciousness.

When simulating a battle scenario, Wang Li could observe how the simulated opponent deployed a technique, mimic their attack methods, and even spar with them, familiarizing himself with their offensive tactics and techniques.

At this moment, the petite figure practicing swordplay was Wang Li’s simulation of “Jiang Yue.” The sword technique she performed was the Spirit Rhinoceros Sword Art, a superior yellow-tier sword method. There was a copy in the first floor of the Scripture Pavilion; Wang Li had found and completed it, producing the scene for Jiang Yue’s demonstration.

After practicing alongside “Jiang Yue” once, Wang Li fully grasped Lord Sheng’s comment, “If that girl had practiced swordplay seriously for just a few days, you’d be dead for sure”—it was spot on.

In the simulated scene, Wang Li set Jiang Yue’s power as early Foundation Establishment, wielding a mid-level mastery of the Spirit Rhinoceros Sword Art. With these parameters, the simulated Jiang Yue was fluid, lightning-fast, and her movements shifted swiftly and steadily. At first, Wang Li couldn’t even discern her attack patterns.

He sparred with the simulated “Jiang Yue” three times and was defeated instantly each round.

It was clear that Jiang Yue, the little miss, hadn’t truly practiced swordplay—she probably hadn’t even read the preface to the Spirit Rhinoceros Sword Art, yet fancied herself a sword master!

It perfectly matched her spoiled, headstrong princess persona...

Having experienced battle simulation, Wang Li gained new insight into Lord Sheng’s advice, “If you lack experience, just practice.”

He had assumed Lord Sheng meant he should find a secluded spot to practice the Furious Vajra technique, then spar with someone to hone his skills. It hadn’t occurred to him that he’d be using such an astonishing method.

It was simply... exhilarating!

Sparring with people might lead to injury or embarrassment. In the simulated battle, none of these concerns existed; he could fight freely and boldly, with no one witnessing his failures.

The thought alone was thrilling.

“Youngsters care too much about face. What’s face worth? Losing face is trivial; losing your life is grave. I truly don’t know whether having this battle simulation ability is a blessing or a curse.”

“Lord Sheng, didn’t we agree you wouldn’t casually peek at my thoughts?”

“Who said I was peeking? I used the Grand Deduction Technique to figure it out.”

“Yet you claim you don’t peek? Last time you said you used the Celestial Calculation Power to deduce my thoughts. Could you please think before you speak?”

“Hey! Mind your manners! Lord Sheng is just that learned and talented—come bite me if you can!”