Even in the Upper Realms, Sect Master Jiang Xianwei held no expectations of success. The chances of even leaving a mark were painfully low - maybe even nonexistent.
It was absurd. No, it was fascinating.
Just what were these medals made of?
If something this small could nullify a blow from a peak Heavenly Emperor Realm cultivator without even a hint of recoil, then its use wasn't just symbolic. It wasn't some simple participation badge for a store event.
It was a defensive treasure in disguise.
Not a shield. Not armor. Not even a talisman.
But something far more deceptive. Something that pretended to be harmless, all while holding the power to shift life and death.
Compact, inconspicuous, and apparently capable of swallowing the full force of a targeted strike.
Not redirecting. Not dispersing.
Just a quiet halt, like a sword into water that never ripples.
If it could truly neutralize a direct attack without backlash, then it wasn't just useful - it was life-saving.
