Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1072: Chapter 845: The Unfathomable Old Daoist, Martial Arts Second Generation!

”I didn’t expect Wuji to actually go to Wudang... Well, I did tell him if he roams the Martial World, he should visit Wudang to meet his Master Zhang Sanfeng; it’s truly commendable.”

Watching the scenes from the videos on the forum, Jiang Dali was surprised but not too shocked.

Neither he nor Zhang Wuji’s parents had ever mentioned his Grandmaster Zhang Sanfeng in front of Zhang Wuji.

Even though Zhang Wuji had never met Zhang Sanfeng, he had already developed a liking for him in his heart. So, when roaming the Martial World, he naturally went to Wudang to pay his respects to Master Zhang.

However, what Jiang Dali did not expect was that after the Righteous Public Enemy mission was launched, one of the stages involved the Wudang Sect, with the Righteous Alliance comprised of the Pure Thought Zen Sect’s Liao Kong and representatives from Shaolin, Emei, Kunlun, and other sects, all convening at Wudang, asking Zhang Sanfeng to come out of seclusion to deal with him; indeed, it was rather stirring.

If Zhang Sanfeng were to really step out of seclusion to confront him, even with his vastly improved power, Jiang Dali would still feel uncertain.

He didn’t think of this as cowardice; ’fear’ has never been in his dictionary. If real difficulties come, he won’t retreat or give up; he would fight till the end. This uncertainty was purely from the unknown of the Returning to Truth Realm.

Because he had already experienced the might of Xiong Ba, who was also at the Returning to Truth Realm, and Zhang Sanfeng had entered the Returning to Truth Realm even earlier than Xiong Ba. After creating Tai Chi, he had been invincible, founding the Wudang Sect, revered as the number one Taoist sect, surpassing even the martial arts Holy Land of Cihang Jingzhai in influence.

Such a grandmaster-level figure after defeating the King of Freedom had not exerted himself fully for many years, easily handled opponents with mere glimpses of his prowess, akin to a deep-water crocodile, whose depth of strength no one could gauge.

Jiang Dali continued to attentively browse the video on the forum.

Seeing Zhang Wuji foolishly using the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill to withstand a blow from Zhou Zhiruo’s longsword, he yelled ’stupid’ in his heart. Watching Zhang Wuji push Zhou Zhiruo away with a palm, he felt slightly relieved, thinking at least he wasn’t completely foolish.

Finally, seeing Zhang Sanfeng casually intervening, without using any Heavenly Person Power or distinguishable Primordial Spirit Power, he effortlessly subdued everyone present, swiftly and decisively quelling a battle, Jiang Dali deeply furrowed his brow, exclaiming ’impressive.’

Though he reckoned he could handle figures like Liao Kong and representatives from various sects without deploying Heavenly Person Power or the Yin Yang Two Gods’ power, he would definitely have to enter Destruction State for a fierce battle, unable to do it as leisurely as Zhang Sanfeng.

”Zhang Sanfeng...”

Now Jiang Dali felt an even deeper apprehension towards this True Man nicknamed the Earthly Immortal.

Compared to former True Men from Quanzhen Sect, like Qiu Chuji and Ma Yu, undoubtedly Zhang Sanfeng’s power realm and achievements far surpassed them.

But Zhang Sanfeng truly lived up to his name, unlike people like Master Mie Jue, who couldn’t command him with a few words and make him act as their pawn.

Jiang Dali knew that with Zhang Sanfeng’s century-long cultivation, humble and retiring, nothing worldly concerned him anymore.

Unless he committed some heaven-resentful atrocity, this old Taoist wouldn’t meddle in trivial matters.

”This old Taoist, even though he might face criticism from many sects like Shaolin later on, was willing to damage Wudang’s reputation to protect Zhang Wuji.

It seems after the incident with Zhang Cui Shan years ago, he saw things more clearly, completely indifferent to fame and fortune, uncaring of how other sects defame or disdain Wudang, acting with his own principles.”

Seeing Zhang Sanfeng let Mie Jue and others leave after throwing disparaging remarks, and not only refraining from disdain but admiring them instead, Jiang Dali couldn’t help but respect him.

It’s hard not to respect such a person.

He asked himself; still, it’s difficult to ignore insults or defamation from enemies without caring, if not pounding them till guts come out, to do justice to his tens of thousands of pounds of strength. This is not just a character; it’s a realm.

Old Taoist Zhang, once called San Feng, just like the King of Freedom, roamed the Martial World invincible with the founding of Tai Chi, wasn’t a blazing figure in the past, at least one who viewed life and death lightly and acted unyieldingly.

Yet now he could remain calm under the unchanged blue mountains and bright moon, unruffled by honor or disgrace, not taking joy in things or sorrow in self, reaching a detached realm, a true expert of the Martial World, conquering the battle intent demons in his heart, equivalent to conquering himself.

When one can conquer themselves, even if they are not invincible, they have already merged with invincibility.

Feeling emotional, Jiang Dali secretly vowed to visit Wudang someday to meet this old Taoist, then turned to other hot topics on the forum.

He realized today’s player forum was essentially filled with the officially exposed ’Righteous Public Enemy’ mission.

The players were all discussing the difficulty and possible rewards of this Class A task.

Most players, harboring a ten-year fear of Tu Hei after being pummeled once, believed there was no much need to mix or participate in this Class A task.

Given the known situation that Zhang Sanfeng wouldn’t intervene, the chances of completing the task were indeed too low.

Even if Master Mie Jue and her incompetent group forced themselves with strong liquor, dreaming of taking down or capturing the supreme hero Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali seemed unlikely.

Of course, if they could invite the Pure Thought Zen Sect’s First Ancestor, that Heavenly Monk, a fellow sibling of Di Ni, or if Shaolin could produce one or two more reclusive old monsters, and should Kunlun’s Three Saints, He Zudao, personally arrive, perhaps there could be a chance. Otherwise, seeing the current lineup, it’s rather a dead man’s procession.

Some merchant players even went so far as to start organizing meetings, discussing whether to prepare to accompany the journey by selling coffins and straw mats for profit, or arranging suona and gong troupes along with banquet settings for a feast.

The saying goes, ”when the suona blows, the soul begins to fly, and when the drums sound, parents raised you in vain.”

Although these discussions were partly in jest, in the past, figures like the Joyful King Chai Yuguan and the Iron Gall Divine Constable Zhu Wushi had done similar remarkable feats in the martial world.

The former deceived over a hundred sect experts to bury people along the way under false pretenses and swindle cultivation techniques, while the latter framed the Invincible Naughty Boy Gu Santong after having the Eight Great Sects buried so he could pose as a good person.

Now, it seems the Black Wind Village Chief is about to attempt a similar feat. But given the chief’s nature, he would certainly follow the usual rule of caring only for the kill, not the burial, leaving the profits to the many merchant players.

Jiang Dali saw these comments on the forum and merely dismissed them with a smile. These players all spoke so nicely, yet they were right as well, which coincided with his own views.

At this moment, the forum’s hot topics ranked just below the ”Righteous Public Enemy” task, surrounded the surprise of Zhang Wuji being his disciple.

The players who knew the relationship between Zhang Wuji and him were those core elite mountain village players who accompanied Zhang Wuji to establish the Wuxiang Sect under his dispatch.

This group of mountain village players did not spread Zhang Wuji’s relationship with him in the martial world, which was quite surprising to Jiang Dali.

But on reflection, it seemed that these players had largely integrated into the Mixed Martial Arts World’s environment, no longer treating it as a mere game.

For instance, a typical player might casually disclose Zhang Wuji’s identity, but the elite mountain village players did not. It was a conscious effort to protect the chief’s secret information, emphasizing the importance of their identity.

Imagine if this information were to leak and he, the chief, happened to care about it, then finding the player who leaked the information would be easy, as there weren’t many players who followed Zhang Wuji to establish the Wuxiang Sect.

Under such circumstances, these elite players naturally knew to be smart, thus causing the exposure of Zhang Wuji’s identity to shock many.

The players all discussed the unforeseen emergence of Zhang Wuji as an NPC character, believing Zhang Wuji truly deserved to be the protagonist of an ancient script, possessing a strong protagonist aura.

After all, Zhang Wuji made a grand entrance at Wudang’s Three Pure Ones Hall, showing off the dual identities of the only disciple of the Black Wind Village Chief and the grand-disciple of Zhang Sanfeng.

He was practically a ”Martial Arts Second Generation,” with a future limitless, possibly surpassing the achievements recorded in the remnants of ancient scripts.

”Wuji is extraordinarily gifted. He learned the strength of a man from me, and the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill, and now with Old Taoist Zhang, he will surely learn Tai Chi Boxing and Tai Chi Sword, achieving a true balance of hard and soft, possibly surpassing the past...”

Jiang Dali, seeing that there was no more information of interest, immediately exited the forum.

Meeting Wan Wan’s inquiring gaze, he shook his head slightly, brushing his hand over the smooth and cold armrest of the Ice Soul Jade Chair, feeling the subtle vibrations of the He’s Jade Disc hidden underneath his seat. His gaze turned toward the distant, faintly visible mountain ridge.

Above that mountain ridge, there was a black dot circling, seemingly noticing the Demon Hawk, quickly swooping this way.

Mengyin County was now in sight, and Black Wind Mountain had arrived.

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In the town at the foot of Wudang Mountain, those from various sects like Master Mie Jue and others who ascended Wudang now descended with ashen faces, none with favorable expressions, casting a solemn atmosphere over the town while hooligans and wanderers wisely kept their distance.

Just as these people from the major sects vehemently criticized Wudang Sect for inaction and for sheltering an evil disciple, a unapologetic, mocking laugh rang out from the street near the town entrance, quickly spreading into the inn like a tidal wave.

”Is this the grand Pure Thought Zen Sect, Shaolin, Emei, Tang Sect, Kunlun and other sect masters? Didn’t dare utter a word in the Three Pure Ones Hall, now descending to snarl here, how laughable! How pathetic!”

”Who!?”

”How dare you! Who dares speak so rudely!”

Inside the inn, heroes from various major sects rose to their feet, some grabbing their weapons and hurrying out the window or door to settle the score.

However, as quickly as they went out, they returned faster.

Almost as soon as they went out the front, they came flying back inside, screaming and crashing to the ground, writhing in pain like jesters bounding over doorsteps...

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(Requesting monthly tickets! This Chapter is an extra update from yesterday, delayed by a little over ten minutes to write more! Continuation during the day.)