I Can See Your Combat Power

Chapter 90: Eighty-six: Gongzi Shen (Thanks to Da A for the rewarding and promotion)

Translator: 549690339

Among the younger generation of Xiling, there are two names that cannot be bypassed.

Mi Shen and Mi Chu, the two prides of the Mi Clan.

Before Tang Luo came into being, the standard for young geniuses in Xiling was set by these two people.

Mi Shen-the son of Mi Tiger, achieved transcendence at the age of fifteen, his cultivation progress closely following that of the first genius of the Tang Clan twenty years before, Tang Zuo.

The arrival of Mi Chu raised the standard for young geniuses even further, pulling it down to fourteen and a half years old.

The two prides of the Mi Clan were once heralded as the strongest generation in Xiling, due to their handsome appearances like divine beings, they were respectfully referred to by Xiling as Young Master Shen and Young Master Chu.

And the geniuses of the Mi Clan did not disappoint, with Mi Shen having reached the peak of transcendence at the age of twenty-three, and having established numerous battle achievements.

Mi Chu’s progress was even more astonishing, having reached the peak of transcendence at the age of twenty-two this year, and was now independently undertaking tasks from the Battle Hall of the Mi Clan.

If twenty years ago was the golden generation of the Tang Family, then now is the era of the two prides of the Mi Clan.

The people of Xiling at the time all felt this way, until a thirteen-year-old transcendence named Tang Luo arrived and upstaged them all.

Raising the standard of transcendence to thirteen years old, one could say that the emergence of Tang Luo had overturned their understanding of

transcendence.

But this did not harm the status of the two prides of the Mi Clan in the minds of the people, after all, Tang Luo was ten years younger than them, one could only say that Xiling’s fortunes were all in the hands of the Tang and Mi Clans, with dazzling offspring appearing in each generation.

This year, Mi Shen turned twenty-five and had begun to take responsibility for a large portion of the family business, from the Mi Clan’s food, oil, salt and cotton dealings to overseeing the Fenling Port in the south of the city.

Without a doubt, the Mi Family had been grooming Mi Shen according to the standards of a clan leader, and he lived up to the fame of a genius.

Mi Shen set up his own household at the age of twenty and it was soon rumored that he was known for respecting talent and treating his subordinates with sincerity.

This made the young men who had trained hard in the Wuguan of Xiling proud of being able to serve under Young Master Shen.

Young Master Shen was protective of his people, so they were very willing to risk their lives for him, and he, in turn, did not hesitate to reward them generously. With such a model, everyone in the Young Master’s mansion considered it an honor to work for him.

In just five years, Young Master Shen’s mansion had amassed eight hundred followers, five hundred of them transcendents.

This had become a force to be reckoned with, and the one minister and four followers have become the representative figures of Young Master’s mansion.

And no doubt, wealthy and powerful Young Master Shen had become the most representative figure among the younger generation in Xiling. His popularity was unmatched, even the heads of some small and medium-sized clans paid great attention to this young man.

Young Master Shen’s Mansion, South City, Xiling

Mi Shen spent most of his day in his strategy room. Running such a large empire couldn’t be managed by a single person, even if he didn’t sleep, so delegation of responsibilities was a compulsory lesson for every noble son. Among the eight hundred followers of Young Master’s mansion, not all were warriors, many were scholars. Each of these people was entrusted with important tasks, and they shared some of the workload, but Mi Shen never became a hands-off boss and was always present in the Strategy Room.

If there happened to be a problem that these people couldn’t handle, Mi Shen would teach them how to solve it. In a nutshell, these people will form the leadership team when Mi Shen becomes the head of the Mi clan in the future.

Aside from managing the Strategy Room, Mi Shen had another unshakeable habit – taking a nap.

Normally, a martial artist who has reached the peak of transcendence wouldn’t need to nap to refresh their mind – even staying awake for several days and nights wouldn’t impair their spirit. But Mi Shen was undoubtedly an exception. Not only did he need to nap, but he also had very high demands for his pillow. Leather pillows were too hot, jade pillows were too cold. Young Master Shen’s nap required a knee pillow.

Only lying on a beautiful woman’s beautiful leg, smelling a delicate woman’s faint body odor could he fall asleep peacefully.

Everyone has a curiosity about the preferences of celebrities. When Young Master Shen’s eccentricity came to be known throughout Xihng, a peculiar sight appeared in front of the mansion’s gate.

The place was teeming with beautiful women each flaunting their long legs, each yearning to become a knee pillow for Young Master Shen.

Zhang Xinghe, who served Mi Shen, had one mandatory task every day, which was to arrange the knee pillow for Mi Shen.

“Young Master, it’s time for you to rest.” Zhang Xinghe respectfully whispered to Mi Shen, who was busy going through the files.

Mi Shen, with his head down, totally immersed in revising the files, seemed to not have heard Zhang Xinghe’s words.

Zhang Xinghe, however, was not at all perturbed and continued to stand respectfully at the side of the table.

After a while, Mi Shen put his brush in the inkstone, closed the file, and looked

up.

With a smile at the corner of his mouth and twinkling eyes that rivaled the stars, he looked at Zhang Xinghe and said lightly, “I hear you killed a martial artist yesterday.”

“Indeed, young master,” Zhang Xinghe replied ceremoniously, seeing no issue with it. The man had attacked and wounded several of his men – it was only right to kill him, lest their reputation be compromised.

“Good job.” Mi Shen stood up and strolled out of the strategy room. Zhang Xinghe followed closely behind, his expression as respectful as ever. In no time, they reached Mi Shen’s sleeping chamber, with Zhang Xinghe guarding the door.

Inside the translucent chamber curtain, a tall and stately woman was seated, her long legs smooth and fair-skinned.

Upon seeing Mi Shen enter, she rose and curtsied, her voice soft as she said, “Honored to meet you, young master Shen.”

Mi Shen inspected her from head to toe, then spread his arms. The woman obediently stepped forward and began to undress him.

Once the handsome Mi Shen was undressed, it was revealed that he had an impressive physique – every muscle showing explosive power, his eight-pack abs resembling those drawn by artists.

The juxtaposition between his beast-like body and handsome face was a striking shock, causing the woman’s face to blush, and her breath to quicken. Seeing the woman’s reaction, Mi Shen’s eyes showed a glimmer of distaste as he said lightly, “Don’t be sentimental, I dislike vulgarity.”

Jolted, the woman replied, “Yes… young master.

Gathering herself, she led Mi Shen to bed, hoisted herself into a kneeling position at the head of the bed, her bottom resting on her ankles, and looked at Mi Shen pitifully.

Seeing that the woman was positioned correctly, Mi Shen lay down on her thighs, closed his eyes, and let her gently massage his temples.

A single hour was the time Mi Shen normally took for his afternoon nap. Yet, even the act of maintaining a kneeling position for half an hour could numb the legs, let alone supporting the weight of a grown man’s head for a full hour. It was nothing short of torture.

The woman, who thought she could endure it, was holding on as best as she could. However, his ordinarily not-so-heavy head felt like a cannonball, her legs felt like they had been stabbed with needles, numb and filled with pain. Unaware of her discomfort, Mi Shen slept soundly.

“I could hold his head with my hands for a while, so my legs can rest,” the girl thought involuntarily. As the numbness and pain in her legs increased, this thought became stronger.

Her hands gently rested on either side of Mi Shen’s head, and just as she was about to exert force, she saw that Mi Shen – who was supposed to be asleep – – had opened his eyes, which were cold and detached.

He sat up without a word, an expressionless look on his face.

The woman knew his peaceful slumber had been disturbed by her error. Frightened, she tried to explain, “Young Master, my legs were just numb,” hoping for some sympathy from Mi Shen.

Mi Shen looked at the woman and said coldly, “So because your legs were numb, you meant to wake me up?”

“No, I…,” she objected, “I just wanted to support your head with my hands, so my legs could rest.” Tears welled up in her eyes as she spoke, expressing both remorse and distress.

The sight of the woman crying would have moved anyone, even more so in the case of such a beautiful woman.

Mi Shen shook his head, came over to her, and said calmly, “No matter, I will help you massage.”

In disbelief, the woman stared at Mi Shen. She had never expected Young Master Shen not to blame her, and even offered to massage her legs.

Could it be that he had fallen for her? The woman couldn’t help but have a slight romantic fantasy, believing that volunteering for this job was the best decision she had ever made.

How happy she would be as Mi Shen’s woman! The woman’s eyes became dreamy as she watched Mi Shen’s hand, now glowing green, begin to touch her legs.

The cool and smooth touch made the woman a bit shy, and she wanted to thank Mi Shen.

However, her body was turning colder and colder, the green light from Mi Shen’s hand illuminating her body, rapidly moving up to her chest.

The woman was terrified as she did not understand what was happening. Her teary-eyed face turned toward the expressionless Mi Shen.

But the green light had already reached the woman’s neck, and then her face and the crown of her head.

The woman, who previously had fair skin, now had green light erupting from her facial features.

Mi Shen withdrew his hand from the woman’s leg, got down, and began to dress.

The woman who remained in a kneeling position had turned into a jade statue, her fearful expression eerily lifelike..