Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1003: Chapter 794: The Charisma of Di Ni

”A thousand ancient hills and rivers, heroes are nowhere to be found. Conversations encompass life’s affairs; asking about the years of ennoblement and official appointments.

You have been bestowed the title of National Guardian King by Ming Emperor Zhu Yunwen and were granted the land of Yang Province. Your deeds of Calming Chaos and Supporting the Dragon will soon spread across the north and south, and your reputation in the Ming Country has increased by 100,000. Your reputation in the Ming Country has risen to the Revered Level.”

”Warning! Warning! Your Dragon Energy can no longer increase; you have surpassed the level of ennoblement and official appointments, truly overshadowing your lord. Please restrain your Dragon Energy to avoid inviting disaster!”

In the gusting strong wind, Jiang Dali sat on the large Ice Soul Jade Stone chair, his hands gripping the armrests, gazing thoughtfully at the two prompt messages that appeared on the panel during this morning’s ennoblement ceremony.

”It seems most of the Ming Country’s Dragon Energy has been stored within those two Stone Carved Dragon Pillars that I transported back to the mountain village. A smaller portion was absorbed by me, and there’s not much left scattered outside.

So my Dragon Energy is already at its peak, unable to rise further. This was why, during Zhu Yunwen’s enthronement as Emperor today, my internal Dragon Energy was disturbed and almost siphoned off some of it.”

Thinking of this, Jiang Dali felt a bit embarrassed.

Zhu Yunwen became Emperor, yet he couldn’t even steal some Dragon Energy from him; his Dragon Energy index likely wouldn’t exceed 100, which is indeed quite embarrassing.

However, if given the choice again, he still wouldn’t give up anything. Whatever ends up in his hands has changed its surname to Jiang; it’s very difficult to return it.

Moreover, he speculated that Dragon Energy seems to accumulate through national fortune and the great deeds of the current Emperor.

So, although the Ming Country has been drained for now, as long as some time is given, and he draws more Eight Desolate Disciples to go and contribute to its development, it will eventually regain abundant Dragon Energy in the future.

”My current Dragon Energy is probably not even thirty percent of what past Ming Emperors had. Yet it almost got lured away by Zhu Yunwen. If I, Dali, hadn’t held onto it, it would have escaped. Truly, for a commoner to ascend to a True Dragon is as difficult as climbing the heavens. No wonder not even those legendary figures like Shuanglong had the support of Shi Feixuan.”

Feeling frustrated, Jiang Dali thought, shifting his body, and used the sharp iron nail of his Iron Nail Bracelet on his right hand to scratch the itch on his scapula, scraping it with a ”clatter.”

Beside him, Wang Yuyan saw this and smiled helplessly, shaking her head. She approached thoughtfully, reaching behind him to scratch vigorously with her hand, then curiously looked at the farmhouses passing below the gorge, ”Village Chief, now that the affairs of the Ming Country are completely resolved, why aren’t we returning to Song Country? Your direction seems to be heading towards Tang Country?”

Murong Qingqing said, ”Yuyan, have you forgotten? The Village Chief mentioned wanting Cihang Jingzhai to entirely give up on Yan King Di and support the current Zhu Yunwen.”

Wang Yuyan exclaimed ”Ah,” and remembered that Jiang Dali did indeed mention this. She slowed her hand’s scratching movement, worrisome, ”Village Chief, Cihang Jingzhai is, after all, one of the top forces in the Martial Arts World, with profound foundations and experts as numerous as clouds. It is especially rumored that their founding ancestor, Dini, entered the Death Gate centuries ago and has his Primordial Spirit entrusted to Heaven and Earth, reaching the level of a Land Old Immortal, possibly even still alive today.

It’s fine if you don’t go to Cihang Jingzhai, but if you tread on their territory...”

”Of course, this Village Chief knows all of that.”

Jiang Dali abruptly interrupted Wang Yuyan’s words, fingers drumming the armrest, with a gleaming gaze, ”But at present, it seems I must go. From the time I started supporting Zhu Yunwen until he finally ascended to the throne, this entire stretch of time, the meddlers from Cihang Jingzhai never sought me out. They definitely calculated that such inaction would unsettle and arouse my suspicions, yet they did it anyway.

Thus, in behaving this way, they aim to make me initiate contact with them at Cihang Jingzhai. Evidently, Dini should indeed still be amongst the living...”

At this point, Jiang Dali couldn’t help but reflect. The Martial World’s proverb says to not provoke monks and nuns, and this is indeed true.

Cihang Jingzhai has Dini, an old monster with a Primordial Spirit Emerged, ensconced in Heaven and Earth, overseeing it.

In Shaolin, the rumored even more formidable Divine Monk Dharmaputra may also still reside, sustaining these two top major sects in the vast Mixed Martial Arts scene.

However, though such remarkable individuals are indeed formidable, as they have not demonstrated any willingness to reintegrate into the world, either due to limitations of lifespan, state, calamities, or else it’s because my current standing is still too small and out of reach of matters they care about.”

Wang Yuyan knitted her brows, ”Village Chief, since you believe Dini is still alive, why do you insist on going there? Dini’s power might rival even the last Gang Leader of the World Association, Xiong Ba.”

Jiang Dali calmly responded, ”I am well aware that this journey will be dangerous. Therefore, I intend to go alone to Cihang Jingzhai; none of you shall follow.”

Upon hearing this, both Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing turned pale, as did Dongfang Bubai, who had been trailing from behind on the Divine Phoenix’s back, who also slightly furrowed their brow.

”Rest assured, if I’m not at least seventy or eighty percent confident, I wouldn’t recklessly visit Cihang Jingzhai. You all are smart, as am I,” he assured.

Jiang Dali said as he held up the knife, examining it with the blade horizontal at the top.

On the blade were four fire-red scales, like burning hot coals, exuding waves of heat. This knife now felt inseparable from him, filling him with confidence.

Of course, what gave him even more confidence was the Breaking Realm Pearl on the hilt, like a gigantic cat’s eye.

If it weren’t for this heavy treasure that could suppress Primordial Spirit and had even devoured Xiong Ba’s Primordial Spirit power, he wouldn’t dare recklessly charge into Cihang Jingzhai to test that old woman Di Ni’s strength.

Wang Yuyan said with firm determination, ”If you, village chief, really encounter danger, we definitely won’t abandon you.”

Murong Qingqing crossed her arms and snorted, ”He’s a calamity who will surely linger for a thousand years, not so easy to die. If he dies, who will find the people I’ve asked him to find?”

Jiang Dali sheathed his knife and glared angrily, ”What kind of nonsense is this? You all have no confidence in your village chief, do you? When haven’t I made full preparations before going into battle?”

Murong Qingqing covered her mouth and chuckled softly, ”Yes, you are well-prepared, always calling friends, but this time you don’t want us to intervene, which is different. However, I’ll use the Heavenly Demon Zither to assist you from above.”

Dongfang Bubai, who hadn’t spoken, said lightly, ”If Di Ni can truly connect her Primordial Spirit with heaven and earth, even if we’re in the air, it’s useless. However, your Heavenly Demon Zither, in coordination with the Heavenly Demon Song and the Heavenly Dragon Eight Sounds, can indeed harm the Primordial Spirit. Perhaps you’ll be his greatest support.”

Jiang Dali laughed mysteriously, ”You’re all wrong. In fact, I have found helpers, but I might not even need to use them. Maybe when I arrive at Cihang Jingzhai, all those fairies will be charmed by me, serving me tea, massaging my feet, engaging in good talks without the hassle of fighting.”

Murong Qingqing rolled her eyes and pursed her lips, looking at Jiang Dali’s muscular body she said, ”Speaking of Cihang Jingzhai, are those fairies going to be charmed by your reasoning? Di Ni is a few hundred years old, can she even chew through a muscular brute like you?”

Wang Yuyan couldn’t help but giggle, internally guessing who the helper Jiang Dali called this time could be.

Dongfang Bubai had already vaguely guessed someone, glanced at Jiang Dali, gently squeezed the hand hidden in his sleeve, and sighed inwardly, feeling that his strength was increasing too slowly.

Not to mention this time, even a few days ago, when he specially returned to team up with Jiang Dali and others to fight Xiong Ba, his role back then was too small.

The only means to threaten Xiong Ba was the Orochi Poison Blood, but a direct confrontation for a few rounds would result in a loss, injuring his proud heart.

The atmosphere suddenly became silent, only the singing cries of the Demon Hawk and the Divine Phoenix flapping their wings echoed.

Jiang Dali closed his eyes and entered the stage of Divine Thought Strike Skill, simulating and replaying the scene from his battle with Demon Master Pang Ban, reacquainting himself with handling spiritual assaults.

The reason he dared to venture into Cihang Jingzhai to face Di Ni was that Demon Master Pang Ban also clearly did not fear Cihang Jingzhai. Although he did not directly ascend to Cihang Jingzhai, Pang Ban’s past attitude showed that even if Di Ni is formidable, it’s probably due to age and the Death Gate state that her state is limited.

Secondly, Di Ni had seemingly already entrusted her Primordial Spirit to Yan Jing’an for a battle in the past.

The death of Yan Jing’an likely greatly affected Di Ni, and she may not have fully recovered within these months.

Considering all these reasons, Jiang Dali thought to himself that as long as he prepared well for mental defenses, it should be fine.

The scenery below flew by swiftly.

As time slipped by, the day moved and the stars shifted, traveling three thousand miles on the ground, gazing at a thousand rivers from the sky.

Gradually, an angry Nu River roared like a giant dragon, unleashing its wild power on everything within reach. The sound of its waves crashing was audible even in the air, a dark mass of forests by the river, moaning in the wind.

The Yangtze River was already here, and Tiger Jump Gorge was not far away...

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