The Divine Power of Divergence is indeed formidable, otherwise, it wouldn’t have become the strongest trump card of the once majestic Overlord, Zhuang Chengan.

However, it is constrained by two factors:

First, cultivation level; second, discernment.

Cultivation is easy to understand. Any divine power used in battle is constrained by the cultivation levels of both the caster and the receiver. No matter how strong Jiang Wang’s Samadhi True Fire is, it’s insufficient to challenge a Divine Realm powerhouse, unless that powerhouse stands still, completely defenseless. Only then might the Samadhi True Fire have a chance of success.

Back then, killing Hai Zongming, an Exterior Peak cultivator without any divine abilities, was a completely planned endeavor. With the Forward Sword breaking the Four Images, isolating the Starlight Pavilion, first shattering his Dragon Binding Cord, then using the Wind-Fixing Pearl to dismantle his protective Daoist arts, and finally unleashing the full power of the Samadhi True Fire, he burned the defenseless Hai Zongming to ashes.

The stronger Jiang Wang’s cultivation and the weaker his opponent, the more he can influence them to make worse choices. The opposite is also true.

Because the constraint of cultivation is so universal, the true constraint on the Divine Power of Divergence lies in “discernment.”

“Discernment” refers to the ability to recognize reason and judge difficulties through consciousness and perception.

The application of Divergence lies in guiding opponents down the “wrong path” from a multitude of choices. And guiding opponents to make choices has a basic premise: understanding their options.

“Knowing” and “seeing” can also be extended to “self-awareness” and “observing the enemy,” which are one’s own understanding of the world and knowledge of the enemy.

For example, when searching for the hidden mysterious person on the streets of Wenxi County.

Jiang Wang didn’t understand the approaching thug, but his own knowledge allowed him to easily judge what choices the thug would make – nothing more than left or right.

Even a three-year-old child could make such a judgment, so discernment was not an obstacle.

Therefore, Jiang Wang used Divergence to guide the thug to turn, causing him to collide with the scholar, creating a dispute. This gave him an opportunity to calmly observe the entire street.

It was reasonable and natural.

This time, he clearly knew where Jiao Xiong died, the purpose of Feng Yue and Feng Ming’s visit, and from Steward Jiao’s attitude, he could see the attitude of the Weining Marquis Manor.

He didn’t need to understand Steward Jiao, but it was easy to deduce what arrangements Steward Jiao would make for the Qingyun Pavilion guests –

Jiang Wang simply used the Divine Power to make Steward Jiao make a more targeted choice – to let the people of Qingyun Pavilion be seated at the lowest seats.

As long as he chose to sit here from the beginning, he would naturally be able to sit with the people of Qingyun Pavilion. No one would see any problem.

In order to create an encounter with the cultivators of Qingyun Pavilion, Jiang Wang had put in a lot of effort and certainly wouldn’t give up just because Feng Ming was aloof.

Within the high-level ranks of Qingyun Pavilion, there are two branches, the Feng and Chi families. Historically, the Sect Leaders have been either Chi or Feng.

Because Chi Yue was involved in the Chiyun Mountain incident, which led to Jiao Xiong’s death, the Feng family elders came to repair relations this time.

Jiang Wang had already inquired that the current Sect Leader of Qingyun Pavilion was from the Chi family, with Exterior Peak cultivation. Feng Yue is one of the four Sect Guardians of Qingyun Pavilion and is qualified to inherit the position of Sect Leader.

The lineage of Qingyun Pavilion’s Sect Leader has always been like this – when the Chi family is the Sect Leader, there must be two Feng family members among the Sect Guardians, with the remaining being one Chi family member and one from a different family. The same is true when the Feng family is the Sect Leader.

For thousands of years, the Feng and Chi families have taken turns serving as Sect Leaders.

This is, in theory, an idealized system design, with the aim of ensuring that the Feng and Chi families can continue to alternate in inheriting the position of Sect Leader.

In actual practice, problems can easily arise because the strength of the Feng and Chi families cannot always remain balanced. When the strength becomes unbalanced, the stronger party will inevitably seek more power corresponding to its strength.

But Qingyun Pavilion has actually passed down peacefully and steadily, without any major problems to date. It may be due to luck, or there may be more specific internal checks and balances, but Jiang Wang, as an outsider, has no way of knowing.

However, the system problems of Qingyun Pavilion are not something Jiang Wang needs to worry about.

He only needs to know that this Feng Ming is the son of Feng Yue, one of the Sect Guardians of Qingyun Pavilion, and has a considerable status within Qingyun Pavilion.

Compared to Feng Yue, who would offer his other cheek after being slapped on the left, this gloomy young man, although he also possesses some cunning, is clearly easier to deal with. If he wants to win back Qingyun Pavilion, he still needs to start with this person.

Jiang Wang sighed softly, appearing quite unintentional, but with a hint of genuine emotion: “Seeing your extraordinary bearing, I believe you shouldn’t be seated at the lowest seat. The Weining Marquis Manor is of high standing, but it’s inevitably slighting honored guests.”

These words struck a chord and scratched an itch.

Feng Ming gritted his teeth, but ultimately didn’t shout out loud, only squeezing the words from between his teeth: “After all, it’s the Marquis Manor, if you can’t adapt, you have to get used to it.”

“When my master was still around, we didn’t have to sit here when we came to the Marquis Manor,” Jiang Wang smiled wryly: “The world is cold, I’m used to it. But seeing a talented person like you being treated this way, I can’t help but feel something.”

Feng Ming finally looked at him, perhaps because of shared misfortune, and not lacking the manners of a great sect disciple, he asked: “What sect are you from, brother?”

“Just a nameless sect, long in decline,” Jiang Wang’s expression was bitter: “The Xiyun Sword Sect, I suppose it’s hard to enter the ears of a prodigy like you.”

Chong Xuansheng is a master of acting, and he has been influenced by him for a long time. Zhuang Chengan himself demonstrated what it means to deceive gods and ghosts. Although his current emotional performance is certainly not as natural as Zhuang Chengan’s, it’s still no problem to fool Feng Ming, who is not in a great mood.

Feng Ming had indeed never heard of the Xiyun Sword Sect, but he still comforted him: “I’ve heard of it, it used to be quite famous. You don’t have to be discouraged, you’re still so young… You must know, never bully an old man, never underestimate a poor youth!”

Speaking of the latter, he gnashed his teeth again, probably thinking of the Weining Marquis Manor’s rude treatment again.

“A figure like you is naturally qualified to say these words,” Jiang Wang echoed bitterly, then cheered up: “I forgot to introduce myself, I am Yu Songhai from the Xiyun Sword Sect. Today, I am fortunate enough to meet a figure like you! Excuse my rudeness, I will borrow a cup of this Marquis Manor’s wine, to pay my respects to you!”

With that, he raised his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

Understanding worldly affairs is cultivation, and clear thoughts are nourishment. After experiencing so much and seeing so much, Jiang Wang has gradually developed his own understanding of human nature.

Feng Ming’s current state, after being humiliated by the Weining Marquis Manor and repeatedly suppressed by Feng Yue, needs recognition and encouragement to regain his self-esteem.

Jiang Wang repeatedly calls him a talented person and a prodigy, constantly belittling himself and elevating the other party, precisely catering to his preferences.

To disdain is a choice, to cope is a choice.

Under the influence of Divergence, the former will certainly not exist.

Feng Ming then picked up his wine glass and took a sip: “To meet is to be destined, I am Feng Ming.”