Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1230: Chapter 959: With a Roaring Cry, Heads Roll; Wine Mixed with Blood, Heroic Passions Swallowed

”Bastard!!!”

A furious and venomous roar suddenly echoed from the fog-filled valley, akin to the wail of a night ghost. It ripped through the air, shaking the eardrums, causing one’s blood to race and heart to nearly halt abruptly at that moment.

The valley and the peaks outside, where laughter, screams, cries, and curses occasionally resounded, fell into a sudden silence.

A suppressive aura immediately enveloped the entire mountain range, and though it was broad daylight, a chilling, wind-like atmosphere spread.

”Divine Sovereign, calm your anger! Calm your anger!”

”Divine Sovereign, calm your anger!”

In the structures on each peak, numerous disciples and followers clad in black and red robes frantically knelt toward the valley, some quickly slashing their own wrists, letting blood cascade onto the dry stone slabs.

Immediately, everyone seemed to go mad, imitating by slashing their wrists, letting hot blood spill onto the ground.

Soon, the grounds of these edifices on several peaks were filled with blood, gradually pooling together and then flowing into the crevices of the stone bricks, a faint metallic scent of blood beginning to permeate the mountains.

The swirling fog in the valley started to gather and shrink.

Upon closer inspection, the fog was entirely blood-red.

And its shrinking source was a location reminiscent of a funnel, similar to what the Tianji Sect had constructed with the Wind Column Technique.

But the alleged funnel in this valley was a depression emitting a blood-red light.

Within the pit, something seemed to be writhing in the dimness, suddenly emitting a stinking red smoke. The scene after the red smoke was enough to cause anyone witnessing it to be terrified to the core.

It was a multitude of bodies corroded to the point of being fleshless, incomplete with bones; no, they weren’t corpses, some were still alive.

Some persons within the pit were actually letting out faint wails, writhing, showing terrifying heads with half the face corroded away, the remaining parts nearly reduced to white bone.

The stench of decay and maggots filled the entire pit, twisted and lingering.

It was like the depths of a purgatorial blood pool in the mortal realm, with unknown numbers of bones, skulls, utterly bizarre and harrowing.

At the very center, a bloody, indistinct figure was deeply embedded within the pit, with red meridians crawling all over the body, connecting to the essence of each valuable, still-living being around.

”Divine Sovereign, calm your anger... Divine Sovereign, calm your anger...”

The echoing voices from several peaks transmitted into the valley like the wind.

That indistinct human figure suddenly opened an empty mouth, appearing to be only a motion without any teeth, a blood-filled tongue moved emitting a bloodthirsty sound.

”The useless fourth son is dead, and one of my Dharma Bodies was destroyed! I, the Divine Sovereign, seek revenge! Revenge! Revenge!! Whoever among you can bring back the body of the Black Wind Village Chief from the vassal state, I, the Divine Sovereign, shall accept him as the new fourth son and personally grant ten drops of Blood God Essence Blood.”

Whoa—

On several peaks, all the bloodthirsty and murderous disciples of the Blood Transformation Divine Sect went mad, even the two official disciples of the Blood Transformation Divine Sovereign in two of the peaks couldn’t help changing their expressions, hearts pounding for those four words, ”Blood God Essence Blood.”

The Blood Transformation Divine Skill, this Cultivation Technique is extremely malevolent.

To quickly achieve success, one must consume the blood of numerous beings to become strong.

Yet such malevolent practice is ultimately resisted by others, viewed as an Evil Skill to be suppressed, especially difficult within the Holy Dynasty.

But acquiring a drop of Blood God Essence Blood equals the results of ten hundred-person blood refinements, most importantly, it can directly enhance power, including spiritual power, without the need for self-refinement.

To the disciples of the Blood Transformation Divine Sect, this is the greatest boon.

Whoosh—

In a palace, a shadow faster than a ghost suddenly leapt out, gently landing on a corner of the eaves, standing on one foot like a golden rooster, bowing deeply toward the valley, ”Disciple is willing to go.”

Boom!

On another peak, an ancient-looking stone house suddenly shook violently, as if struck by immense force, bouncing off the ground.

In the next moment, the stone house suddenly exploded from a massive brute force, large square bricks like stone rollers flew outward in all directions, a terrifying momentum.

A giant figure shot out like a cannonball, with iron-tower-like legs stomping heavily on the ground.

Amidst the swirling dust, a burly big man over a zhang tall strode out.

The man’s eyes were bloodshot, his face covered in freshly healed, hideous red scars, with terrifying muscles like large willow knots all over his body, suddenly kneeling toward the valley as if mountains collapsed, his knees cracking a pit in the stone bricks, saying.

”That useless old fourth! Disciple wishes to relieve Master’s worries, if I don’t beat out the Black Wind Child’s intestines, I’ll pull out my own intestines as an apology to Master!”

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Half a day later, it was a bewitching night within the Imperial Palace.

High up in Yixin Hall, Jiang Dali had changed into a neatly tailored black wide-sleeved upper garment, with black borders, a brown silk cloak over it, stepping on black leather Qilin boots, adjusting the newly crafted Iron Nail Bracelet on his arms.

The Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber and Heavenly Fury Sword were crossed on his back in golden silk pouches, hilt and handle stretching out from either side of his thick neck, his whole person resembling an imposing wall standing by the window.

Since leaving the Divine Temple, he had temporarily imprisoned Zhu Yunwen, personally assuming the position of regent.

He summoned Xie Wei and a batch of confidant officials secretly recruited over the past two months, swiftly and rigorously conducting thorough inspections inside and outside the Imperial Palace, including the Imperial Mausoleum.

Up to this moment, one order after another had been methodically completed and reported back with results.

Now, standing alone in this building, listening to the continuous stream of news coming below, while recuperating his injuries, he looked delightedly at the grandly majestic nighttime scene of the Imperial City.

From afar, the layers of palaces and towers, countless and interconnected, resembled thousands of households and doors, set against the vast dark sky, displaying a lively worldly charm yet a chilling loftiness.

Now at the peak of one or even two vassal states, gazing at the scenery, even Jiang Dali cannot help but feel that life has reached its pinnacle, evoking a sense of achievement and a solitary loneliness.

Though he has reached the peak, why does he still feel a sense of loneliness and solitude?

Perhaps it is because he is alone in this vast Great Ming Palace, overlooking the night view from above, without any old friends to talk to or drink with. Even the verbose Heavenly Monk has fallen into a deep sleep due to excessive depletion of his Primordial Spirit, causing Jiang Dali to feel a wave of desolation.

After recuperating for most of the day, his mental wounds have healed, and his Spiritual Sense can once again exert its influence, detecting all sorts of people’s auras around him, and determining the depth of their Martial Arts.

If any more members of the Blood Transformation Divine Sect were to appear within a five-hundred-zhang radius, they would surely not escape his mysterious Spiritual Sense.

”Report!”

A long voice came from outside the courtyard below.

Without looking, Jiang Dali knew who the messenger was, and he could even tell from the weight of the footsteps that the person was carrying something. This message was the one he cared about the most, concerning the corpse of Zhu Wushi.

He suddenly turned around, slowly descending the pavilion, and arrived below, where there were eighteen connected screens carved and painted with the forty-eight scenic landscapes of Jinling. Sitting in front of a screen named ”Ox Head Mist,” he gestured with his hand.

The eunuch serving at his right hand immediately nodded towards the outside.

The official waiting outside the door straightened his spirit, quickly crossed the threshold, took small steps to the screen, kneeled respectfully, and kowtowed three times, almost performing the same etiquette as to the Emperor, and then said.

”Reporting to Prince, this humble official has delivered all corpse materials to the most experienced forensic master Chen in the palace for examination. According to Chen’s personal inspection, the corpse should be eighty percent likely to be that of Prince Zhu’s. Chen is currently waiting outside the courtyard, ready for you to summon him for personal verification at any time.”

At the end of the statement, the official felt rather apprehensive.

Eighty percent possible, but the remaining twenty percent means it’s impossible. If pursued, it would be a difficult affair.

”Good! I understand, leave Zhu Wushi’s body, you may go.”

Jiang Dali instructed in a deep voice.

Upon hearing the eighty percent probability, he knew his guess was correct.

The shriveled blood and flesh pieces brought back from the altar in the Divine Temple were indeed Zhu Wushi’s.

Although there’s still a twenty percent uncertainty, Jiang Dali believes in his feelings.

Even though the discovered flesh and blood were shriveled, they retained an extremely faint Dragon Energy, which others couldn’t detect. If he sensed carefully, he could notice it, combined with the skilled forensic master’s eighty percent affirmative response, the answer was almost certain.

The Blood Transformation Divine Venerable was indeed interested in Zhu Wushi, using his flesh as an offering, extracting the essence blood using the Primordial Spirit to transform it into power.

However, Jiang Dali still couldn’t understand something.

Zhu Wushi is as dead as can be, all the power including Dragon Energy dissipated after death, and there’s hardly any usable power. No matter how powerful the Blood Transformation Divine Skill is, in the hands of the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable, it’s just a Returning to Truth Realm secret technique. How can it forcibly extract a lot of power from blood and flesh, growing from nothing to something, from small to large?

This completely defies common sense.

Unless—

Jiang Dali ignored the departing official, pondering while sitting and rubbing his chin, ”Unless the other party’s study on blood has reached such a level that they can change their own blood... He needs Zhu Wushi’s flesh not for the power within, but to absorb the Royal Bloodline, transforming himself into a member of Ming Country’s Imperial Family?”

”Even that’s unreasonable. I don’t even covet being an emperor of a vassal state, nor would the Blood Transformation Divine Venerable. Why abandon the entire forest for a single tree?

Moreover, if it is merely for the so-called Royal Bloodline, Zhu Wushi is not the only one with Royal Bloodline... Could there be secrets here that I haven’t thought of?”

Jiang Dali stood up tall, hands behind his back, exhaling cold air with a sovereign look in his eyes.

If he couldn’t figure it out, he wouldn’t think about it now—time to kill a batch of disobedient people to set an example for others.

”Prince!”

The old eunuch standing by Jiang Dali’s right hand didn’t even need Jiang Dali to speak. He stepped forward, bowed at his side, awaiting commands.

He wore a black hat adorned with golden flowers on his head, a vermilion wide-sleeved shirt, with dark blue-trimmed borders, a jade-embedded belt at his waist, a black skirt, and black and white soled shoes, giving a neat and clean feeling, unlike other eunuchs who carry a foul smell as they walk.

This eunuch was also personally selected and promoted by Jiang Dali, named Liu Zhong, regarded as the one with the most potential among the old eunuchs alongside Wei Jinzhong, Cao Zhengchun, and other eunuchs in Ming Country.

Jiang Dali promoted him as the new East Factory Director, learning the ”Heavenly Gang Child Skill” passed down among all East Factory Directors, inserting and cultivating obedient servants within Ming Country as well.

”Everyone involved in the burial of Zhu Wushi’s corpse must be thoroughly investigated, if nothing can be found, then—”

With a gleam of cold light in his eyes, Jiang Dali gestured with his palm in a horizontal cut.

”Yes! The servant obeys!”

Liu Zhong knelt on the ground to receive the order, then slowly turned around, not daring to disrespectfully show his back to Jiang Dali, and exited the screen facing forward before swiftly going to carry out his task.

The hall instantly returned to its cold silence.

Jiang Dali’s gaze fell on the screen in front of him, admiring the myriad mountains carved and painted, unmatched in beauty. Amidst lush forests and elegant bamboo, vibrant emotions surged, and he turned to the chilly moon outside the window, humming softly.

”Endless beautiful views come to life in pictures,

The autumn moon in the sky hangs before the window.

A shout and heads roll with a drink,

Wine and blood spill, swallowed with grand vigor.”

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(The poem is self-composed, an acrostic! Wow, racked my brains! Just to make you smile, asking for a monthly ticket!)