Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1004: Chapter 795: Even the Black Wind Village Chief’s Death Immunity Token Is Useless? (Monthly Ticket Request)

The brilliance of the Mixed Martial Arts World lies in the fact that there are always people beyond others, and heavens beyond the heavens.

You never know if someone like Dugu Qiubai will emerge from some corner, an unrivaled master in the Martial World, nor will you ever know just how vast the Martial World truly is or how many strange tales it holds.

Perhaps the Emperor of the Holy Dynasty, who is said to know all, might know.

Because until now, only that Emperor has achieved the monumental feat of ruling over numerous vassal states, establishing the Holy Dynasty’s formidable control over the world. Even the Regent King, who claims to be invincible, falls short because it is rumored that someone of the Emperor’s level is no longer concerned with this world.

All these rumors are, of course, treated as mythical legends by people in the Martial World.

Just as Jiang Dali once heard stories about the First Ancestor Dini of Cihang Jingzhai still being alive, he regarded it entirely as a mythological tale, unable to believe that someone could live for hundreds of years.

However, as his strength and perspective gradually elevated to the present, he realized these legends are not baseless but truly exist. His previous disbelief was merely due to a limited mindset and restricted thinking.

The group rode two birds along the Yangtze River westward, deviating southward before Tiger Jump Gorge, then continued past Shigu, known as the First Bend of the Yangtze River, and eventually reached the county town near Tang Country’s Yumeng Mountain.

The famed Cihang Jingzhai in the Martial World is located on Yumeng Mountain.

Yet, even though many martial artists know about Cihang Jingzhai, few dare to disturb this place of peaceful cultivation.

Because those attempting to ascend the mountain are routinely hindered by the famous Seven Layers Array.

In the words of the monks, ”Predestined encounters will happen naturally, and forcing them is futile.”

Jiang Dali did not go directly up the mountain but instead stopped at a local establishment for a break. After disguising themselves with Dongfang and the other three, he found a two-story tavern in a nearby town, climbed to the second floor, ordered a table of special liquor and dishes, and nestled himself at a window seat overlooking the street for drinking and dining. They listened to the conversation of Martial World people inside the tavern, relishing the much-missed Martial World life.

During these times in the Imperial Palace, although he ate delicacies and drank fine liquor, it ultimately felt less free than life in the Martial World.

Listening now to the bustling hawker cries on the street outside and smelling the distant aroma of scallion pancakes, Jiang Dali took a deep breath and enjoyed a large gulp of the beverage. He then glanced at the other tables filled with various guests.

Two of the tables were occupied by big men in strong clothes, equipped with weapons, clearly Martial World travelers, though their expressions seemed rather unpleasant.

Two of them had bandaged wounds, silently drinking, their gazes fierce, as if a great battle was about to ensue.

The other two tables’ occupants evidently sensed something was off and hastily finished their food or started packing to leave.

Only Jiang Dali’s group, newly arrived, sat and ate heartily, as Jiang Dali intentionally scrutinized them, quickly drawing the attention of the big men at two tables.

One wide-faced, broad-mouthed man frowned at the scrutinizing Jiang Dali and set a black-sheathed longsword on the table, showing an ”I’m staking my claim” attitude, with a tone subtly warning and coldly saying.

”Friends, we the West Mountain Six Heroes are here to settle some Martial World grievances with others, so if you don’t want misunderstandings, please watch your words and gaze.”

Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing almost spat food out, both glancing at the man who dared to speak so boldly to the Black Wind Village Chief.

Jiang Dali raised an eyebrow, stroking the false beard on his chin thoughtfully with a smile, ”Are you the ones known for the Giant Spirit Six Palm Technique from the West Mountain Lineage? I’ve heard some of your reputation.”

The six strong men, upon hearing this, collectively showed proud expressions, the broad-mouthed man’s attitude softened a bit as he smiled and said, ”Friend, it’s good that you’ve heard of the West Mountain Lineage’s reputation. We...”

”Yes, I’ve heard of it.”

Jiang Dali interrupted directly, scratching his ear with a laugh, ”But your reputation is so minor that it makes little difference whether I’ve heard of it or not. Why, do you expect me to make way for your little scuffle?”

”You insolent fool!”

”Which sect are you from? State your credentials!”

The six men collectively changed expressions, and immediately someone shouted, slapped the table, and drew his sword to stand.

”Hahaha, West Mountain Six Blind, looks like you’ve gotten into trouble again? Before our Eight Desolate Poop Squad comes, you might already be knocked down by other Martial World heroes.”

A wave of laughter suddenly accompanied ”thump thump thump” footsteps rapidly approaching from the stairs as a group of Eight Desolate Players wearing black hoods appeared at the second-floor staircase, under Jiang Dali’s peculiar gaze, all laughing and joking without seriousness.

As the West Mountain Six Heroes saw the seven hooded Eight Desolate Disciples appear unexpectedly, they immediately ignored Jiang Dali and company, drawing swords and blades against the seven Abnormal People in anger.

”You abnormal people dare show yourselves finally, ready to die.”

One of the injured men said with a fierce look, ”Last time, you surrounded us four with seven people. This time the Six Heroes brothers are united, and we’ll show you hell.”

Another spoke righteously, ”Indeed, not only will we show you hell but we’ll make you kneel and apologize towards Yumeng Mountain to the Fairies of Cihang Jingzhai whom you earlier insulted, then perhaps they’ll show forgiveness.”

The leading Eight Desolate Disciple laughed boisterously, ”Hahaha, you six old dogs of West Mountain, you’ve truly lost your West Mountain Lineage’s face. Does our Eight Desolate Poop Squad say we’re going to team up to peek at the Fairies at Cihang Jingzhai? What’s that to do with you?