Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

The drizzle falls, misty like a fleeting dream.

In the hot late May, such a foggy rain is a rare occurrence, and paired with a thatched hut and a heroic man seated inside leisurely sipping his drink, it creates an intriguingly delightful scene, like a landscape of the Martial World ink painting; the sound of rain composes a melody, lightly tapping on the thatch——Leaning against the tower listening to the wind and rain, indifferent to the path of the Martial World.

Unfortunately, those who listen to wind and rain while leaning against towers are frequent, but those who are indifferent to the path of the Martial World are rare.

Because those who enter the Martial World all seek fame and reverence, at worst, they wish to be prominent in a certain place or sect, unwilling to be mediocre, so how can they remain indifferent?

Now Jiang Dali, who stands proudly at the pinnacle of the Martial World, should have the qualification to remain indifferent, at least he looks down upon the hot topics discussing him on player forums or within the Martial World.....

Topics like ’Black Wind Village Chief is defeated’, ’Black Wind Village Chief struggles to advance further’, ’No matter how long the Black Wind Village sculpture is, it ultimately cannot penetrate the core of the Holy Dynasty’, amongst other heated discussions, he laughs them off.

Honestly, he’s tired of it.

Even if he’s rarely appeared before the players recently, he’s still a subject of their concern, which is also the trouble of being a charming legendary NPC Big Boss...

From the moment he rose almost three years ago, it was unstoppable, and he became an indispensable focus for players, maintaining high popularity; now it’s the era of ’Though I have faded out of the Martial World, my legends still linger everywhere’.

But now, more important matters in the Martial World require his attention...

At this moment, he has developed a unique sense, from recent studies on the Divine Skills of Shattering Void, cultivating a more sensitive Qi Mechanism observation ability, allowing him, even while sitting alone in the hut, to easily capture the silhouettes of two figures with extraordinary movement techniques beyond the city limits, swiftly crossing over towards him.

With slight concentration, a relatively vague picture formed in his mind due to Qi Mechanism locking.

Two figures twisting and turning, showcasing superb movement techniques.

One resembles a bird soaring through the sky, wings spread in glide, often leaping over twenty yards with a lift;

The other looks like a wave-skimming light step, swiftly traversing the ground, darting like an arrow through the clouds, faster yet not slower than the first, whirling up small tornado-like flying sand and rocks, from afar, resembling a windstorm sweeping through; who could distinguish the bulky monk silhouette within the whirlwind?

Such movements of these two, not exactly Phoenix Dance Nine Heavens, yet comparable; not exactly wave-skimming light step, yet surpasses it—a portrayal of Lightweight Skills that have reached perfection.

These two are undeniably the Shaolin monks Hui Qi and Hui En.

As Jiang Dali locks his Qi Mechanism onto them, both sense the straightforward powerful aura locking onto them, revealing externally, forming a deeper psychic connection in their minds with Jiang Dali sitting in the hut, holding a wine jug, his tiger eyes gleaming, gaze extraordinary.

"Master Jiang!"

"Amitabha! Master Jiang, even across a hundred leagues, you can sense and communicate telepathically with this humble monk and my junior, such Dharma Power is indeed rare in this world."

Both Hui En and Hui Qi followed the telepathic communication sent by Jiang Dali, establishing deeper spiritual links with him.

Jiang Dali smiled calmly and said, "It’s merely a thousand-mile soul-lock, far from the Dharma Ancestor’s Heavenly Vision divine skill."

Though he says so, Jiang Dali also understands this showcased ability of telepathy is something many top experts rely on thousand-mile soul-lock alone finds difficult to achieve.

For instance, Qin Shi Huang, a strong figure in the Breakthrough Realm, needs the He’s Jade Disc as a medium to project his image into others’ minds over vast distance and communicate with them.

Of course, if the distance is merely a thousand miles, perhaps such experts can achieve it without a medium.

During the exchange, Hui En and Hui Qi, with light and swift movements, quickly approached him; in a flash, traversing miles.

Suddenly, Jiang Dali felt an inspired spiritual sensing of several familiar auras, causing a faint smile to lift the corners of his mouth.

"Wan Wan... you’ve come after all."

A spirit perfectly matching his Primordial Spirit clashed gently, aligning highly with his Spiritual Sensing.

Instantly, a vivid picture emerged in his mind.

In the scene, murmuring streams like silver threads meandered through the mountains, high above the blue sky and white clouds, a giant Demon Hawk with glossy black feathers carried three women, gliding toward him.

The three women, either lightly adorned yet radiant in beauty, their lips shining, white garments fluttering, fiery red jewels, casting alluring glances;

Or charming and graceful, delicate and noble, stately and elegant, with smiles blossoming like flowers;

Or poised and captivating, slender and tall, their hair tied in high buns, regal and ceremonial, cool as moonlight on frost, each possessing beauty that set them apart, embodying various styles.

The three women stood together atop the eagle’s back, indeed conjuring a scene of ’No fabled beauty outmatches the allure of these women’, ’In eternal times without extraordinary beauty, at a spin comes divinity’, ’Graceful and sincere, complexion fine and evenly moist’, surpassing countless blossoms.

These three women were undeniably Wan Wan, Wang Yuyan, and Murong Qingqing.

At this moment, all three held Jiang Dali’s heroic image vividly in their minds, feeling close yet tremulous emotions like returning home or nearing the beloved, their hearts tenderly fluttering.

Wan Wan sensed the image of Jiang Dali appearing in her mind, her long eyelashes fluttered as her eyes blinked, as if gazing at Jiang Dali from afar, wanting to see if the person she longed for had truly suffered a serious injury as rumored in the Martial World.

Suddenly, she revealed a triumphant smile, dimples forming, and said:

"If we sisters hadn’t agreed to come see you together, you, this bad guy, would probably still be avoiding us, wouldn’t you? I think we’ve come here just to leave again, but now that I can see you in my mind, that’s enough to dismiss us."

Jiang Dali felt simultaneously annoyed and amused, and through Spiritual Sensing, he said, "If you want to see me, feel free anytime. I, Jiang Dali, roam the Martial World unrestricted, never avoiding others, let alone avoiding you all."

"Village Chief, Sister Wan Wan is obviously just joking, she’s always sharp-tongued yet inconsistent in heart."

Wang Yuyan also attempted to communicate through Spiritual Sensing.

Wan Wan gave a mischievous smile and said, "Sister Yuyan, my little mouth is indeed sharp, the Village Chief has experienced this as well. As for whether my heart is inconsistent, do you know that?

Do you want me, your sister, to teach you, so that in the future we can serve the Village Chief together well?"

"Ah! Sister Wan Wan, you!!"

Initially, Wang Yuyan hadn’t quite caught on and seemed slightly dazed, but upon hearing the last bit, her ears blushed red, her delicate face flushed with a tender pink, resembling a blooming red cloud, so embarrassed that she angrily sputtered, switching topics.

Only Murong Qingqing remained elegantly poised to the side, smilingly observing, while subtly taking in Jiang Dali’s magnificent figure. Though she feigned an air of indifference, internally her feelings were complex.

"The Shaolin High Monks have arrived, you three should come quickly."

Jiang Dali was long accustomed to Wan Wan’s quirky antics, knowing full well not to give this mischievous girl a chance, lest he end up being entangled endlessly. So he promptly shifted the topic to assist Wang Yuyan, withdrawing from Spiritual Sensing.

Upon opening his eyes, he heard the sound of garments fluttering nearby, sunlight reflecting bright glimmers, revealing Hui En and Hui Qi, who were swiftly approaching the cottage using their movement techniques, stepping on branches and leaves.

He set aside the wine jug, stood up with his hands behind his back, turned around to face them, and laughed loudly, clasping his hands, "I have awaited the esteemed monks for quite some time. The loss of Dharma’s Heart in my hands is deeply regrettable."

"Amitabha Buddha! Why does a tall building origin, carry forth from a past life to build a pavilion in the present? Why is abundance bestowed, from past life offerings at temple gates? Master Jiang need not agonize, as my brother and I are here to assist you in overcoming this difficulty."

Hui Qi landed gracefully inside the cottage, flipping deftly as he landed, reaching to touch the uniquely embedded nine black and white chess pieces on his head scar, he laughed and made a prayer gesture with joined palms.

"Amitabha Buddha! To know the causes of past lives, observe the sufferings of the present. To foresee future outcomes, observe present actions. Causes generate effects, though human actions are involved, they are dictated by the heavens, predetermined long ago. Master Jiang, why feel regret or self-reproach?"

Amidst the drifting sand, Hui En’s voice came through gently with laughter. As a gust blew, the sand dissipated beside the cottage, revealing Hui En’s familiar figure, corpulent like the Maitreya Buddha.

"Heaven’s decree?"

Jiang Dali smiled calmly, his wild eyes looking up at the sky, saying gently, "If this matter is decreed by heaven, then this account will be settled with those heavens. I vow to reckon it thoroughly in the future."

Such defiant words startled the two monks’ hearts.

It reminded them of his recent breakthrough in Unrivaled City, though ultimately unsuccessful, such boldness and his formidable Shaking Heaven power were enough to awe the whole world’s experts. Discussing heavenly will before such a fierce individual was indeed a faux pas.

Promptly, they seriously shifted the topic to Dharma’s Heart, dismissing talk of destiny and cause and effect, lest they inadvertently say something else wrong.

Hui En solemnly said, "Master Jiang, it’s been six full days since Dharma’s Heart opened. Though my brother and I departed immediately to find you, we did not anticipate you had gone to Unrivaled City. Thus, we were delayed en route and only arrived today to meet you.

With six days past, I fear that the location of the cataclysm revealed by Dharma’s Heart might have been detected by top experts. To ensure we reach it before others, I am willing to sacrifice myself, harnessing the power of the Ancestor to open Heavenly Vision again, to locate this cataclysm, before traveling with my brother on a dragon, aiming to arrive first."

"You want to open Heavenly Vision?"

Jiang Dali frowned at Hui En, pondering aloud, "From my understanding, it was your Shaolin sect’s watchful monk who opened Heavenly Vision for the Sweeping Monk, leading to his compassionate transformation. Are you choosing to sacrifice yourself too?"

Hui En chuckled softly, face like Maitreya, patting his rounded belly, he laughed, "What counts as sacrifice? And what doesn’t? This monk has always been an eater and drinker, but has kept Buddha in heart. After living as a gluttonous monk for many years, having eaten and drunk plenty, sacrificing oneself for the greater good isn’t sacrificing but rather an advantage."

"Hehehehe..."

At this moment, a gentle laugh akin to silver bells from afar approached, Wan Wan’s pleasant voice coming nearer with the wind, "As the saying goes, the monk bright as the moon, who saves the willows... Monk, you’ve eaten and drunk enough over these years, but have you played enough? The meat you’ve eaten, I wonder if you’ve tasted the fragrance of women’s flesh? If you die without inhaling the woman’s scent, wouldn’t that be a pity."

Upon hearing Wan Wan’s voice, Hui En and Hui Qi instantly felt a rush of warmth, their ears filled with demonic sounds, their minds threatened by stirring illusions, realizing the power of ’Heavenly Demon Sound’, hurriedly filling their Inner Strength within their ears, chanting Buddhist scriptures to contain their minds and refocus their gaze.

From the sky came a series of charming laughs, Wan Wan descended like a goddess scattering flowers from atop the Demon Hawk, her hands creating countless shadows of sleeves.

The monks saw a dazzle before their eyes, a fragrant wind glided past, mischievously sweeping over to Jiang Dali’s side, her sleeves entwining around the robust frame that intimidated the Martial World’s heroes...

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(More updates tonight!)