Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1096: Chapter 863: A New Threat! A Letter from Unrivaled City!

A long-lost clear sky emerges after the rain, accompanied by the distant sound of an eagle call, suspending in the air like a whistle, resonating between the two mountains, echoing like an endless melody vibrating for a prolonged time.

The renowned Black Wind Village Chief’s mount, the Demon Hawk, sweeps through the torn cotton-like clouds with its glossy black wings, navigating rapidly, sometimes gliding beneath the expansive clouds, gazing down for a long time at the rain-drenched mountains, rivers, and villages.

Eventually, like a black lightning bolt, it plunges back into the dim Black Wind Mountain.

Three figures hidden among the forest have their True Qi circulating automatically, maintaining a state of breath concealment, silently waiting for the Demon Hawk to fly away, listening to the raindrops trickling through the woods, sensing the scent of soggy and decayed leaves and branches soaked by rain.

After a moment, amidst the rustling grass leaves, the three finally move slightly.

One of them, looking displeased, says, ”Is this the plan you spoke of to deal with the Black Wind Village Chief? Hiding like this, what’s the point?”

Another replies coldly, ”Lack of patience can ruin a grand scheme. Without absolute certainty, an abrupt move is simply a foolish act.”

The third person remarks, ”That’s well said. At least right now, I still don’t understand why the Black Wind Village Chief can battle the Heavenly King with 7th realm mastery against the 9th realm expertise and still maintain such vigorous spirit.”

The first speaker adds, ”In this world, strange treasures are countless. I long ago learned from intelligence from the Jin and Liao states that he should possess a kind of special medicine that can restore True Qi or heal injuries swiftly. However, any medicine inevitably has resistance and cannot repeatedly produce effects in a short time.

During the recent fight with the Heavenly King, he surely used this medicine. If we had interfered at the crucial moment, perhaps we could have caught him.”

The second person shakes their head, ”It’s too difficult! Po Jun, as someone who wields a sword, you should understand the importance of a good sword to a swordsman. The Black Wind Village Chief is someone who uses a saber, and he wields the Fire Qilin Blade, which he personally forged, demonstrating his abilities, as you have seen.”

The third person’s eyes flicker with approval, ”He and his blade have reached the point of mind communication. The treasure sword warned him earlier, allowing him to nearly locate us. With such a divine weapon, if we had struck earlier, even if we could kill him, one of us would definitely die, and the others might be gravely injured.”

Hearing this, Po Jun’s expression darkens, his facial muscles tightening like tendons, resentfully recalling that his Greedy Wolf Sword is currently in the Black Wind Village Chief’s possession, filling his heart with rage like a brick lodged within.

Now, what he desires is no longer as simple as retrieving the secret manual from the Black Wind Village Chief but more about restoring his honor, seeking revenge!

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Inside Black Wind Village, after a fierce battle accompanied by a torrential rain, Players and mountain bandits are busy cleaning and tidying the chaotic battleground.

Jiang Dali, returning unsuccessful on his Demon Hawk with a saber, coincidentally runs into Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng coming down from the mountain.

Upon meeting, the three share their battle results.

Upon seeing the tragic corpse of the Heavenly King, Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng both noticeably change color and click their tongues.

This body not only has multiple pulverized fractures but also skin bruises and swelling, rendering it unrecognizable. From the chest to the abdomen, there’s a gaping blade wound almost splitting the body, the sight utterly unbearable, illustrating the battle’s severity.

The Heavenly King, renowned for nearly a hundred and fifty years, once contending in the same era as Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, has died so effortlessly.

Suddenly, both share a sentiment on how a mythical figure was crushed by Jiang Dali’s hand.

”No matter who, eventually everyone will fall, regardless of their prominence in life. When they fall, they look no different from others, perhaps even worse.”

Jiang Dali stands in the courtyard, hands behind his back, calmly gazing at the Heavenly King’s body laying on a stretcher.

Then, he waves a hand, instructing two mud-covered and sweaty mountain bandits to carry the Heavenly King’s body away for burial behind the mountain, coughing twice while spitting blood.

”Are you severely injured?”

Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng both slightly change their expressions.

Jiang Dali shakes his head, opening his shirt to reveal terrifying blade wounds on his chest with flesh appearing cooked, saying, ”No worries, it’s merely the Fire Qilin Blade’s Saber Qi invading my meridians, causing some injuries; resting for a few days will be fine.”

Upon hearing this, recalling Jiang Dali’s toughness, both relax slightly.

Lu Xiaofeng, watching the body being carried away, thinks of the many bodies lying in the apricot grove, sighing, ”The road is the same; it’s just a matter of how one walks it.”

”Well said.”

Jiang Dali smiles, placing his broad hands on Lu Xiaofeng and Xiao Feng’s shoulders, saying, ”You must be tired, I’d like to invite you both for a drink!”

Xiao Feng feels relieved and laughs, ”Alright, let’s drink! If everyone in the Martial World just drank, there’d be fewer tiring matters.”

Lu Xiaofeng gives a wry smile, stroking his mustache, ”If only drinking could lessen bloodshed and hatred, I’d prefer to remain drunk.”

Jiang Dali, surprised, asks, ”Has Lu Xiaofeng become a drunkard rather than a rogue? Don’t you want women besides liquor?”

Lu Xiaofeng stiffens, shakes his head, ”You’re right, beauties shouldn’t be offended, nor should fine wine be spoiled.

”However, fine wine can be shared, but beauties cannot be shared. Everyone scrambles to drink good wine, and everyone seeks beauties, but once someone has tasted wine, others can still drink it. Once someone has been with a beauty, others may not want her anymore. This inevitably leads to conflict.”

Xiao Feng chuckled wryly, ”You can only blame your longing for too many things. I can make do with a single sip of wine, even if it’s not fine wine, just an ordinary bowl of aged sorghum wine from a restaurant. As for beauties...”

”Brother Xiao!”

At that moment, Azhu’s voice came from outside the courtyard, her youthful beauty with round eyes and a smile like the first blossom of spring, happily coming in from outside the courtyard.

Xiao Feng adjusted his expression, thinking to himself, ”Having Azhu is enough,” and then strode forward with a smile to greet Azhu.

Jiang Dali smilingly called over Xiong Ba, Zhang Weiwo, Wan Renlang, and other former elders of the mountain village to gather and drink together.

The more people drinking, the livelier it gets, and the deeper the bonds forged over time. This is the only solace for Jiang Dali, living in the Martial World, to not feel lonely.

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Two days later.

A brown pellet, mixed with a strong aroma of mountain herbs, was tossed into Jiang Dali’s big mouth, slipping down his throat straight into his stomach, saving him the effort of swallowing.

This pill, refined from a drop of thousand-year-old yellow ginseng juice, instantly turned into a fiery heat upon reaching his throat, spreading throughout his body, aiding the healing of the injuries in his chest meridians, forcing out a sweat.

At this moment, the thin veil before the bed was gently lifted by a breeze.

A slender hand with red-painted nails reached smoothly from behind the veil, its fingers flicking elegantly.

Four flashes of golden light streaked past the candle flames, darting towards the four major acupoints near Jiang Dali’s bulging chest muscles.

”Tock! Tock! Tock! Tock!”

Four golden needles simultaneously pierced an inch into the flesh.

The strength and accuracy were both steady, penetrating through the pores into the blocked acupoints on Jiang Dali’s chest, prompting his Qi-Blood and True Qi to circulate rapidly, demonstrating a superb needle-healing technique.

A moment later.

The red-tipped fingers flexed, and the four golden needles vanished amidst the candle flames.

Jiang Dali spat out the last remnants of dark, clotted blood from his body, his chest feeling light, his Qi channels cleared, his remaining internal injuries completely healed, and his blood bar slowly restored to full state.

This injury was not as perilous as a few of the previous more severe ones, merely that the fierce and fiery Saber Qi of the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber had damaged the meridians and internal organs, causing internal injuries.

Under normal circumstances, a drop of thousand-year-old yellow ginseng juice could restore it quickly.

However, after using a drop in the battle with the King of Freedom, consuming two more by Medicine King Mo Feiyuan and the world’s number one pharmacist Gu Yu within The World’s Number One Manor to develop a healing holy medicine, only three drops remain. Jiang Dali has no choice but to treasure and preserve them, keeping one medicine pearl in his mouth as a lifeline, and refraining from using the other two lightly.

”You’ve killed the King of Freedom, and the likes of Mie Jue from Emei, Xuan Ji from Shaolin, Liao Kong from the Pure Thought Zen Sect, and the Seven Sons of Kunlun have all fallen to our hands. Even the sects of Emei and Tang Sect have been harshly taught a lesson by your foster son and Bai Ting. Now the Martial World is strangely quiet, with no voices rising against you. What do you plan to do next?”

Within the candlelight, Dongfang Bubai’s tall figure appeared in the room, hands clasped behind her back, her radiant face bearing a slightly arrogant and majestic air. Her gaze fell upon Jiang Dali’s muscular body, crisscrossed with scars, and she spoke plainly.

Jiang Dali slowly pressed down with both hands, exhaling a turbid breath, his tiger eyes revealing a crystal-clear light. He spoke in a deep voice, ”Reliable intelligence from the Yin Gui Sect, Manduo Villa, and the intelligence agencies of Great Ming and Da Song tells me that the escapees, including Feixuan from Cihang Jingzhai, have gone to the Pure Thought Zen Sect, seemingly to ask the Heavenly Monk to come out to deal with me.

Besides, don’t forget about Xiong Ba!”

On hearing about the Heavenly Monk, Dongfang Bubai’s face remained solemn, but upon hearing Xiong Ba’s name, she turned grave, responding coldly, ”What intelligence have you received?”

Jiang Dali squinted dangerously, ”Dugu Yifang, the City Lord of Unrivaled City, personally wrote to me, saying that Xiong Ba is very likely to make a move against me and the Black Wind Village soon.”

”Xiong Ba...”

Dongfang Bubai took a light breath, her bright eyes flickering, ”It seems Dugu Yifang wants to join forces with you against Xiong Ba!”

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