Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

”You have mastered the North Drinking Mad Saber Nie Renwang’s technique, you have obtained the Heavenly Person Rank Saber Skill ’Sweeping Thousands of Army.’ This saber skill comprises only one move, yet this one move can transform into various saber force variations, emphasizing intent and force over form. The action resides in the body, the intent in the heart...”

A notification appeared on Jiang Dali’s interface.

Jiang Dali’s gaze fiercely fixed on the bamboo slip in his hand that radiated a strong sword intent, to be precise, on the character ”saber” written on it.

This character openly displayed a wild and dominating aura, sharp as if it would tear the bamboo strip apart.

In fact, if the saber intent were not constantly released, but rather confined to the bamboo strip, it would have long been unable to withstand and would have crumbled to dust.

Thus, though this bamboo strip recorded the saber skills of Nie Renwang, it had to be quickly learned within a specific time frame.

Otherwise, as time passed, the saber intent would dissipate, making it even harder to comprehend.

Clearly, this was also a challenging puzzle Nie Renwang had left for Jiang Dali.

If Jiang Dali could swiftly grasp this saber skill through the understanding of its intent, he would naturally master it.

If he could not, it would only mean a missed chance and greater disappointment.

Jiang Dali noticed that mastering this saber skill quickly would indeed require around a hundred thousand Cultivation Points and Potential Points.

He decisively abandoned the idea of taking shortcuts with Cultivation Points and Potential Points.

With his insight and understanding of the Sword Dao, comprehending this saber skill was, after all, not difficult.

He put away the bamboo strip.

Jiang Dali stood up, shaking the dewdrops from his cloak and the flakes of dead skin from his body, and with Bai Ting and Murong Qingqing in front of and behind him, he stood against the wind and bowed his hands in farewell, ”Nie senior...”

”Hey! Brother Jiang, I have always called you brother, so don’t be so formal and call me senior anymore.”

Nie Renwang waved his hand, ”With your strength, I fear it will only be a few years before you surpass me. If you respect me, just call me Brother Nie!”

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, speaking with great ease, ”That’s fine then, in fact, I seldom call anyone senior. Now that everything is taken care of, thank you, Brother Nie, for giving me the saber skill to study. Until we meet again!”

Nie Renwang laughed heartily, ”Good, until we meet again!”

”Uncle Jiang.”

Just then, a youthful voice called out from inside the bamboo house.

Little Nie Feng ran out swiftly and handed a small knife to Jiang Dali, looking up with a beaming smile, ”This is a gift from Feng’er to Uncle Jiang. It’s a knife I made especially for you, wishing Uncle Jiang stronger and more potent saber skills in the future.”

Jiang Dali was astonished, inspecting the wooden knife in his hand that barely resembled a knife and looked rather comical.

Suddenly, the interface transmitted another notification.

”Nie Feng’s fondness for you has increased by 200, currently at the level of: Respect!”

Jiang Dali’s heart stirred, accepting the knife with a smile, and fondly patting Nie Feng’s head with profound meaning, ”Thank you, Feng’er, Uncle likes this knife very much. Hopefully, in a few years, Uncle can use this knife to take you on adventures in the Martial World.”

”Really!? That’s wonderful, wonderful.”

Nie Feng cried out in joyful surprise.

Nie Renwang spoke, ”Alright, your Uncle Jiang has many things to attend to and must leave now, say goodbye to him.”

”Goodbye, Uncle Jiang.”

”Take care!”

...

The sun set plunging into the distant starry sky.

In the evening dusk, the Demon Hawk raced across, scattering the fragrance of wine.

Jiang Dali and Bai Ting sat on the back of the hawk, heartily drinking with a pot of pheasant, and even Murong Qingqing, who seldom drank, joined in to brighten the mood, having half a bowl of wine and drunkenly singing a little song.

”Last year on the night of Yuan, the flower market was bright as day.

The moon rose above the willow tops, people meeting after dusk...”

The song was from the Drunken Man of Song Country.

Wine does not intoxicate; it’s the person who intoxicates themselves.

Bai Ting was already drunk.

People who can hold their liquor always enjoy challenges to drink, putting aside other matters just to compete.

If the drinking opponent is a beautiful woman, that’s even more delightful.

Clearly, Bai Ting was delightfully drunk, not only intoxicated by the strong wine from Jiang Dali but also by Murong Qingqing’s singing.

He began to miss his wife and daughter.

The experiences he had with Jiang Dali lately were more thrilling and more dangerous than anything he had encountered in his lifetime.

And after these days together, he realized that Jiang Dali was not that difficult or demanding to deal with, not as terrifying as when they first met.

Even towards his companions, he could be said to be very generous and easygoing.

This allowed Bai Ting, who had been extremely anxious for days, to gradually relax, his feelings quite mixed.

Taking advantage of this drinking session, Bai Ting washed away some of the grievances and hostilities in his heart, thoroughly immersing himself in the current moment and state.

Jiang Dali finished the last drop of wine in the jar, not a drop left, squinting as he saw the last trace of red glow completely fade from Bai Ting, feeling quite satisfied.

Then he turned towards Murong Qingqing still humming the song.

This woman had reached the part ”No sight of those from last year, tears wetting the sleeves of a spring robe...”

As her song approached the end, she sang completely intertwined with emotion, her eyes tearful and voice quivering, her black hair tousled by the wind, a few strands brushing her lips, mingling with her silent tears.

”It seems the lady also has a story, unfortunately, this village chief’s wine is all gone.

You have a story, but I have no more wine.”

Jiang Dali, patting the empty wine jar making a ”bang bang” sound, laughed out a breath of alcohol-laden air, reminiscing about the time when he first encountered Murong Qingqing.

She had joined forces with him to avenge her father’s death by dealing with Qiu Xue Mei of the Ancient Tomb Sect.

That was also his first encounter with her, as she sang Little Yan’s lyrics, ”Remembering the first meeting with young Ping, two hearts enclosed in flowing attire...”

When they first met, both were still so feeble.

Even the Demon Hawk beneath them struggled to drag his not-yet-majestic body over the mere twelve-foot city wall.

But now, he didn’t even need to climb over; he could simply smash through it.

”Master Jiang, do you believe that a chance meeting is predestined? Do you believe... in love at first sight that’s unforgettable for a lifetime?”

At this moment, Murong Qingqing suddenly leaned on the armrest of the Ice Soul Jade Chair, looking up at the starry sky with a dreamy gaze.

Jiang Dali was taken aback and his face began to darken.

Why did this woman always bring up these awkward topics of love when she drank?

Whenever Wang Yuyan got drunk, she behaved just like that.

She would twist and turn in bed just like a worm, constantly saying, ”Wait a moment, where’s my cousin!”

Then she would babblingly talk about love too.

Thankfully, Murong Fu was dead, so Wang Yuyan seldom talked in her sleep anymore, only grinding her teeth in the middle of the night, muttering words like ”Great Evil Man” and ”Dead Spirit,” as if she feared and hated someone deeply.

Jiang Dali guessed that Little Wang must have had nightmares about the dead spirit Murong Fu.

”Once, I had parents who must have loved me a lot, but they were killed by someone... I swore that I would avenge them, but I had no power to do so.

Later, an assassin from Green Clothes Building helped me kill my enemy, avenging my great revenge, but sadly, I never saw that assassin again...”

Murong Qingqing’s tone was regretful as she smiled faintly with tearful eyes.

”Are you talking about me?”

Jiang Dali froze, his muscular arms trembling slightly as he probed, ”I do know about Green Clothes Building, but it collapsed after the death of the Tower Master, Huo Xiu. The assassin you mentioned probably earned enough money, returned to his hometown, and started a family...”

Murong Qingqing immediately shook her head, ”No! That shouldn’t be.”

Jiang Dali frowned, unsure if this woman was sober or not, or perhaps tipsy, and casually said, ”Then perhaps he died in the Martial World. For an assassin, the ultimate fate is often death on this journey.”

”No! He definitely isn’t dead.”

”How do you know?”

”Intuition. Our woman’s intuition is always accurate. He must still be alive, and he’s definitely not far from me. I will find him to repay him.”

”Maybe he doesn’t need your repayment.”

”I still have to repay him. With my current status and power, I could definitely offer him a better life, freeing him from being someone else’s knife in the Martial World.”

”Is that so?”

Jiang Dali glanced coldly at Murong Qingqing and chuckled lightly without saying a word.

This little girl was somewhat conceited; unfortunately, he didn’t need any repayment.

”Master Jiang, with such a large force and numerous informants in Black Wind Village, could you help me find him?”

”Why should I help you? I have already helped you once, and I’m about to help you recover the Heavenly Demon Zither. Do you think my favors are cheap?”

”I will repay you as well.”

Jiang Dali scoffed, ”Would I covet that?”

Murong Qingqing fell silent and sighed softly. ”Among the people I know, you’re the only one capable of helping me.”

Jiang Dali laughed softly, holding up five fingers, ”Fight by my side five more times! That makes a total of seven times when needed.

Each battle involves risking a life—my battles are either unnecessary or extremely dangerous.”

”Okay!”

Murong Qingqing agreed without hesitation.

Jiang Dali surprised, ”Is that assassin from Green Clothes Building so important to you? Do you even know what he looks like? Any features?”

Murong Qingqing recalled, ”Him... I’ve never seen his face, but he should be younger than you, tall and burly too, though not as impressive as you. Oh, and... he trained in Cross Training Iron Cloth Shirt and mastered a Dark Weapon Skill... ”

Murong Qingqing gestured in the air, demonstrating the Dark Weapon Skill.

”Sky Rain... Flying Star Transmission of Hatred...”

Jiang Dali’s eyes flickered, feeling relieved and said flatly, ”There are too many in the Martial World who know the Iron Cloth Shirt and this basic Hidden Weapon Skill. Based on what you’ve described, finding him might be too difficult; the village chief can only do his best.”

Murong Qingqing turned her head slightly, sitting up straight, joyfully saying, ”Thank you... thank you, Master Jiang. Your willingness to help is much better than mobilizing the few disciples of Sky Zither Sect to search the entire Martial World.”

”The homeless assassin from Green Clothes Building is right in front of you; sadly, you’re asking me to find myself and hand him over to you... Uh, let’s see whether I ever find a way back to that world or if I’ll never be able to return. I’ll consider it then.”

Jiang Dali leaned to one side, casually pushing Murong Qingqing’s head from the armrest, propped his feet on it, and leaning against it, began to doze while keeping an eye on the Jianghu Forum.

He had hurriedly left Leshan City after fulfilling his initial purpose and had other urgent matters to attend to.

After returning from the battle at Lingyun Cave, he received two letters.

One was from the Supreme Alliance, personally written by the Alliance Hierarch, Guan Yutian.

The other party had arranged a curious time and place—outside Sword Casting City in three months, to discuss major matters.

The other letter was from his subordinate, Kou Zhong, who had located Evil King Shi Zhixuan.

However, Shi Zhixuan had cunningly sensed a trap in advance, which ultimately allowed him to escape. Shadow Swordsman Yang Xu Yan had sacrificed his life at the hands of the Xiangxi Four Ghosts in the process.

Although Shi Zhixuan had escaped, Kou Zhong and others had not lost track, now confirming his flight towards Yang Province, entering Yanggong’s Treasure Vault.

”Going in circles! I still have to personally visit Yanggong’s Treasure Vault and retrieve the Evil Emperor Relics with my own hands to deal with the Evil King!”

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