Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Jiang Dali did not hide anything and spoke candidly, but he did not directly disclose that Bu Jingyun was from the Bu’s Divine Clan.

"What? He... he, he looks very much like that deity?"

Bu Jingyun’s expression remained unchanged, but Chamu Long was shocked and stunned as he listened. He stared intensely at Bu Jingyun’s face, an unbelievable idea forming in his mind.

People who look very similar usually have a blood relationship. Could it be that Bu Jingyun is the son of the deity from the God-searching Palace?

Or perhaps a descendant or relative?

This reasoning also makes sense; otherwise, why would the deity of the God-searching Palace retire from the Martial World for so many years, yet this time, send people to snatch Bu Jingyun from the Black Wind Village Chief at all costs?

However, this news was still too shocking. Chamu Long felt that he had already expressed all his expressions of shock for the past year in just one day.

Anyway, the things happening around the Black Wind Village Chief seemed beyond his understanding; being shocked was all he could do.

"Oh!"

In response to Jiang Dali’s answer, Bu Jingyun acted as if it had nothing to do with him, replying with a single indifferent word.

Jiang Dali was long accustomed to Bu Jingyun’s infuriatingly cool demeanor.

But he knew that this kid wasn’t deliberately acting cool in front of his master but that this indifference and coldness stemmed entirely from the divine blood in his body and the influence of his childhood environment. This was also the thing Jiang Dali appreciated most about him. He said,

"Since you know this, what do you think now?"

Bu Jingyun looked up, his black, bright eyes meeting Jiang Dali’s commanding and authoritative tiger-like eyes.

The two pairs of eyes, one big and one small, met as if they shared the same knowledge in their gaze.

Bu Jingyun said, "No matter what I think, it won’t affect your plans, Master."

"Good!"

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, but then he solemnly said, "Jingyun, it’s best that you can trust your master, but I still have to teach you.

Not speaking is your greatest strength, but not listening may be your fatal flaw.

So, when you need to listen to others, you must learn to take it in.

Your master wants to tell you that if that Undying God truly is someone close to you, but as long as he is your master’s enemy, your master will not show mercy in the end.

At that time, whatever decision you make is your business; you don’t need to care about your master’s feelings.

You just need to know that in choosing something, you are bound to lose something else. There is never any choice that is absolutely perfect."

Bu Jingyun quietly listened to Jiang Dali’s words, carefully pondering the many deep meanings in them, and then responded with a single word, "Good!"

A single word, simple and straightforward.

But that doesn’t mean he is someone with a simple mind.

On the contrary, people who are succinct are often those who are extremely clear-headed and rational.

Bu Jingyun was evidently such a person.

Such people, when doing anything, whether it’s practicing martial arts, killing, or rescuing, will only do it in the best and fastest way.

Once he chooses to do something, he will disregard the consequences to complete it.

Because, as Jiang Dali said, no choice is entirely perfect. It is precisely because he knows that the choice may have flaws that he will be even more determined to do what he has chosen after making the decision.

Chamu Long, listening to this master-disciple talk, felt the deepest emotions.

He suddenly felt that he didn’t know enough about the Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali.

To be able to speak such words, this person was definitely not the simple-minded, brawn-over-brains, slightly clever but highly fortunate brute as rumored in the Martial World. While he might indeed be brawny and blessed with great fortune, his mind was definitely not simple.

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The wind continued to blow.

Demon Hawk, following Jiang Dali’s instructions, circled the glacier above Hailuo Gully in Moxi Town. After carefully observing for a while and finding no grand man-made structures resembling a temple, Jiang Dali was mostly convinced that the God-searching Palace was not on the glacier.

Indeed!

At least not above the glacier, perhaps within the glacier? Or possibly an ice-carved temple beneath the glacier in the ice river?

Who could say for sure?

Jiang Dali never fought battles he wasn’t confident of winning. After surveying from the sky, he urged Demon Hawk to leave and headed straight for Zhongxin Hall over a thousand miles away.

The Hall Master Shangguan Yun of Zhongxin Hall had originally conspired with the Sect Leader of the Poison Sect, Meng Baichuan, and others to invade the Chamu Clan, seize treasures, and annihilate the clan. Naturally, his sphere of influence was located within Shu, which was why he was so familiar with the Chamu Clan. Thus, Zhongxin Hall was not far from Moxi Town.

This time, he went to Zhongxin Hall personally, to resolve a personal vendetta for Chamu Long, which was already no secret among many related powers in the Martial World.

In the past, Chamu Long fled to Divine Iron City to escape Shangguan Yun’s pursuit. Shangguan Yun, due to the regulations of Divine Iron City, dared not act against Chamu Long within the city.

After all, if he didn’t take action, perhaps the Black Wind Village Chief wouldn’t have accepted Chamu Long, this stray dog.

But once action was taken, even if the Black Wind Village Chief didn’t accept Chamu Long, the individual who acted would have violated the rules of Divine Iron City, effectively offending the Black Wind Village Chief.

Therefore, during the time Chamu Long stayed in Divine Iron City, the spies from Zhongxin Hall, Poison Sect, Ten Thousand Sword Sect, and Money Gang closely monitored Chamu Long’s movements.

And after the news spread that Jiang Dali had taken in Chamu Long, the leaders of the sects once responsible for the downfall of the Chamu Clan immediately received this information through their buried operatives. On the same day, filled with fear and trepidation, they gathered to discuss response strategies.

For any force in the Martial World, the Hall Master Shangguan Yun of Zhongxin Hall, who held the Dragon Ball, could be considered an absolute top expert, even stronger than Guan Yutian, the number one person in Yuan Country, and comparable to top-level strongmen like Divine Generals and Nie Renwang.

Before his breakthrough, the Black Wind Village Chief might not have been able to defeat Shangguan Yun.

But once he reached the Returning to Truth Realm, it meant a huge gap formed between him and the Heavenly Human Realm.

Moreover, the combat power exhibited by the Black Wind Village Chief was clearly not that of an ordinary newly-broken-through Returning to Truth Realm expert.

So, when the news of Chamu Long joining the Black Wind Village Chief’s forces spread, Zhongxin Hall, Poison Sect, Qiushui Manor, Diancang Sect, Ten Thousand Sword Sect, Qiankun Sect, and the Money Gang were all in a state of panic.

Players who had joined these sects were the first to sit still, most of whom began to adopt a pessimistic and negative attitude.

Some players, led by the Eight Desolate Disciples in their respective forces, even began considering alternatives, scrambling to surrender and show goodwill on the Jianghu Forum, playing roles similar to the defecting players from the World Association at that time, weeping endlessly.

"It’s a pity, it’s a pity! I thought our Ten Thousand Sword Sect was already low-profile enough, but I didn’t expect our Sect Leader to be such a bastard, wiping out an entire clan, and not just that, but also letting a fish slip through the net. And now, such misfortune that they’ve latched onto the Black Wind Village Chief’s strong leg, I wonder if our Sect Leader has bought himself a good coffin?"

"My side job is making coffins. I took a carriage all night to Shu just to focus on doing business with your few sects. Brothers, form a group to preorder, and I’ll give you a bulk purchase discount."

"This is like a thunderbolt; the Black Wind Village Chief is known as the Sect Leader’s executioner. Back then, so many Sect Leaders from sects like Hua Mountain and Songshan fell by his hands. I think the Sect Leaders of Zhongxin Hall and Poison Sect should clean their necks immediately and prepare for the aftermath. Stop struggling and give up."

"These are atrocious acts by our Sect Leaders, unrelated to us innocent and pitiful Players. Why do we have to suffer with them?"

"In the end, it’s us, the players, who bear it all. If blood is to be shared someday, at least we’ve lived and died together. Brothers, I vow not to comply. See you on the battlefield."

"If shared fate could be replaced by blood, where would people with painstaking efforts be? I’d better start running away overnight. I see the suona players are already at the foot of our Qiankun Sect’s mountain. If I delay any longer, I might have to stay and eat with the Black Wind Village’s brothers. The Mountain Village heroes have big appetites, and I’m small. I’m afraid of being swallowed in one bite."

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