Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1074: Chapter 846~847: King of Freedom! Dragon Ascending Land!

”What do you mean?”

The people from various sects looked at each other, confused, except for Liao Kong, whose Zen Meditation skill was higher, who seemed to vaguely understand the King of Freedom’s meaning.

Loneliness is being alone, loneliness is oneself, fighting against oneself, conquering oneself, that is the most formidable realm of cultivation.

Liao Kong comprehended this and couldn’t help but be shocked.

The King of Freedom said calmly, ”Before challenging Zhang Sanfeng, I will assist you by dealing with the Black Wind Village Chief.”

The Three-Handed Master from Sanmao Palace stared at the King of Freedom and said, ”Why should we trust you?”

The King of Freedom replied coldly, ”You have no choice.”

Experts from various sects all changed expressions.

They indeed seemed to have no choice.

Originally, they wanted to invite Zhang Sanfeng to deal with the Black Wind Village Chief.

But Zhang Sanfeng refused.

Now, this mysterious and profound King of Freedom was offering his help, which was naturally a good thing.

Though the other’s strength was certainly not equal to Zhang Sanfeng’s, he was among the top experts in the vassal state before Zhang Sanfeng’s rise, nearly unmatched, and had already reached the Heavenly Human 9th Realm.

To have such an expert voluntarily help them was a strong support, and no one could not be tempted.

The King of Freedom smiled slightly, turned around, his body floating like a ghost, mysteriously entering the sedan chair whose curtain automatically lifted, his voice faintly transmitting, ”On July third, a decisive battle at Black Wind Peak. A battle of attaining the Dao, of self-sacrifice beyond death.”

”Zhang Sanfeng is unwilling to act, so I will act on his behalf. If I fall at the hands of that Black Wind Village Chief, it proves I have been defeated by Zhang Sanfeng once more.”

Everyone from each sect watched as the enigmatic King of Freedom returned to the sedan chair, bewildered by his words; they understood the first few sentences but had no idea what the later sentences meant. Why was being defeated by the Black Wind Village Chief equal to being defeated by Zhang Sanfeng? What kind of connection was there between the two?

No one could figure it out, nor did anyone wish to ponder further.

When everyone thought about it, they were all delighted.

July third was seven days later.

From Wudang Sect to Black Wind Mountain in Mengyin County, Song Country, it took exactly seven days with swift travel.

Unable to persuade Zhang Sanfeng, having the King of Freedom, a senior expert from a century ago, to act and uphold justice for Cihang Jingzhai, eradicating the Black Wind Village Chief was promising.

...

Black Wind Mountain.

Black Wind Village, covered by dense forests beneath the mountain, hidden streams and rivers, halfway up the mountain clouds flowed like belts, with the mountain engulfed in misty haze.

The mountain village was still the old mountain village, but its momentum was entirely different from in the past.

Due to being redesigned by Wu Liang, the world’s foremost architect from The World’s Number One Manor in the past, the mountain village underwent massive renovations, altering its form and appearance.

The main village was still located atop the primary peak of Black Wind Mountain, behind which was a cliff as if carved by knives, standing steep and upright. Using the sturdy trunk of giant trees as the framework, supplemented with rocks and barren soil, the mountain village transformed into a small mountain city with walls over two meters high, becoming more majestic, easy to defend and hard to attack, extraordinarily imposing.

What was even more crucial was the secret gorge behind the village, where there were stored grains and food, water and life, weapons and armaments, a solid fortress, which remained impregnable even under attack by armies numbering tens of thousands.

Because the trees around the mountain village for half a mile had all been cut down, any attempt to set the mountain ablaze couldn’t reach the main body of the village.

Village Chief Jiang Dali’s return on the eagle was big news already known throughout the village.

Numerous mountain bandit players lined the path to welcome him, beating gongs and drums, firecrackers resounding around the mountain, more festive than the New Year.

Inside the mountain village, torches burned brightly, pigs and sheep roasted, the flames more dazzling than the twilight glow of Heaven’s Edge.

When Jiang Dali landed with Wan Wan, the mountain village was filled with resounding cheers from the mountain band’s lads, ”Welcome the village chief back to the village!”

Many mountain bandits who joined in the past two months gazed fervently at the towering, god-like man atop the eagle, each of their dark faces turning red with excitement, shouting with all their might.

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, seeing from afar the unchanged old appearance of the village chief’s courtyard inside the village amidst the vast changes, feeling the familiar faces of the brothers were indeed emotional, without a sense of things and people being different, raised his arm and laughed, ”You have all worked hard, lads!”

A group of mountain bandits shouted in unison, ”Welcoming the village chief is not hard work!”

”Benefactor! Your grand return, so much more grand compared to when I returned to the Beggar Gang after victories in the past. We should all drink to the fervent brothers like this!”

A hearty laugh echoed from behind the village gate as Xiao Feng emerged boldly with a wine jar, followed by Bai Ting, Liao Rushen, Wang Yuyan, and Murong Qingqing, but Dongfang Bubai and Lu Xiaofeng were not present.

These friends had all received his letter and came to gather at the mountain village.

Currently, Dongfang Bubai and Lu Xiaofeng were not seen; it was likely they were delayed by something on their way; otherwise, they wouldn’t not have come.

Jiang Dali did not think much, laughing as he jumped off the Demon Hawk, raised his hand, ”Bring the wine! Each brother shall have a bowl, and after our long separation, we shall drink heartily!”

”Oh!~”

All the mountain bandits shouted loudly in response.

”Here comes the wine!! Village Chief, this is the rice wine I brewed myself.”

Bucktooth Su, with tears in his eyes, passionately brought over a wine jar, handing it to Jiang Dali, looking at the man whose mighty physique beneath his strong, tight black clothes had grown even stronger than in the past, proud and sentimental.

”Good!”

Jiang Dali lifted the heavy wine jar, weighing at least ten pounds, looking at Bucktooth Su’s familiar face. The crow’s feet around his eyes gathered in wrinkles as he smiled, making his eyes seem hidden, those buckteeth still yellow like ripened corn kernels in a cornfield, close and real.