Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

The moment Jiang Dali heard the melodious and beautiful flute sound, he glanced at Shuanglong’s reaction and instantly knew that Feixuan from Cihang Jingzhai had arrived.

As for the women of Cihang Jingzhai, he neither liked nor disliked them. He had never had any contact with them. As long as they didn’t provoke him, he was indifferent.

However, information he had heard about in his previous life and analyses from other players through ancient texts had enlightened him.

This so-called holy land of Cihang Jingzhai was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. They often wandered between many countries, showing up wherever there was chaos.

So much so that Jiang Dali had once boldly speculated whether Cihang Jingzhai might be a power fostered by a favored princess in the harem of the Holy Dynasty, or even directly by the Empress Dowager, to balance out the vassal states and alleviate concerns for the Emperor.

His gaze shifted towards the distant mountains, and there he saw a woman on the mountainside, her face veiled lightly with gauze, playing the flute. Her figure was elegant, truly embodying the sense of a banished immortal descending to earth with skin fair as jade.

By now, many players from Black Wind Village had also spotted the woman on the opposite mountain, each vaguely guessing her identity.

Suddenly, some players, who were easily carried away, became excited.

"Shit, it’s Feixuan, the top technician from Cihang Jingzhai. I heard she was once close to our Xu Duozhu. If our village chief captures this ice beauty, that’d be awesome."

"God damn it, top technician, so what? It’s the village chief who’d enjoy it, what’s it to you? Are you daring enough to meddle with Xu Duozhu?"