Chapter 1483 - 1139: Once in Green Clothes
"Terrifying! The Black Wind Village Chief flies into a rage for a beauty, hundreds of Ying Country’s samurai perished!"
"A bloodbath at the Holy Tomb, if I were the Ying Country Emperor, I couldn’t stand it!"
"Sun Ren Tian Yin, the Hidden Sword Style Sect Leader, fled in disgrace, the new overlord of Ying Country ultimately losing his position."
Mere moments after Jiang Dali’s appearance at the Ying Country’s Holy Tomb leading to a blood storm, the Jianghu Forum was flooded with posts related to it, sprouting like bamboo shoots after a spring rain.
Before this, many players from Ying Country had already rushed to the battlefield where blood flowed like rivers, initiating a new round of slaughter over the many samurai artifacts left on the battlefield, causing the "Holy Tomb Incident" to ferment increasingly, and turning the Holy Tomb battlefield into a treasure ground that drew more and more people eager to fight for it.
For a time, the Ying Country’s Holy Tomb, previously considered a forbidden zone where no Abnormal People were allowed, became a paradise where players flocked thanks to the bloodbath carried out by the Black Wind Village Chief.
Many Ying Country players, who had secretly joined the ranks of the Eight Desolate Disciples, upon reaching the Holy Tomb, donned new appearances and masks, transforming into Eight Desolate Disciples, running rampant, rendering the area around the Holy Tomb increasingly chaotic.
At this time, Jiang Dali and his comrades had already re-entered the interior of the Holy Tomb, healing outside the spacious tomb’s gate.
Though the Demon Dragon was also injured, they were mere superficial wounds. As a beast, aside from occasionally roaring lowly from intense pain, it was not seriously harmed and stood guard in the corridor for the four, acting as a protector.
A handful of bold players who rashly trespassed were quickly driven out by the terror-inducing aura and low growls emanating from the Demon Dragon before they could even approach.
Whoosh——
Swoosh——
The sound of air currents swirled around the spacious tomb’s gate.
Jiang Dali’s mighty body, as if forged from steel, sat cross-legged on the ground. His thick arms extended outward; his solid palms rested on the backs of Wang Yuyan and Dongfang Bubai, channeling the transformed Yin Yang Qi from Innate Gang Qi to heal them.
Under dim lighting, Jiang Dali’s facial skin alternated between red and white. The frequent shifts between the extreme Yin and Yang of the Innate Gang Qi elicited different hot and cold reactions from Wang Yuyan and Dongfang Bubai.
Wang Yuyan felt an unprecedented warm stream circulating within, providing incomparable comfort. The thick hand on her back grew increasingly hot, making her entire body swelter and sweat profusely, her lovely face flushed, and even her closed eyes seemed to glisten with potential tears.
Dongfang Bubai sensed an abundant, fierce, chilling True Qi coursing through his body, stirring his Kui Yin True Energy, shifting his body from extreme Yin towards Yang—truly, the cycle of misfortune and fortune, the birth of Yin and Yang.
Suddenly, the pair’s sensations reversed again, triggering various bodily reactions, causing involuntary gentle tremors.
Watching Jiang Dali heal the two, Murong Qingqing was astonished, thinking Jiang Dali’s power indeed mighty, producing quick effect for their recovery, almost compelling her to experience it herself.
As the thought emerged, her gaze as clear as a pool of water fell upon Jiang Dali’s rugged yet strikingly majestic face, his brows sharp as knife sheaths extending to his temples, exuding an aura of independent grace. Her heart reminisced about the past, linking his figure with the once slender and elegant Green-clothed Guest, both images overlapping.
"The martial world is vast; cherish your own path. If you see me, this Green-clothed Man, Miss Qingqing should avoid me."
For thirty years, seeking the Swordsman, few leaves fell only to regrow.
Since I first saw the peach blossom, doubtless, even now I remain.
Avoid, avoid... little did I expect this avoidant encounter to last a lifetime, impossible to escape.
Reflecting back, I once entrusted him with seeking the Green-clothed Guest, yet who knew this heroic man was the slender Green-clothed Guest?
She never avoided.
That Green-clothed Man is the man before her, yet he is distant, somewhere at heaven’s edge.
Thinking this, as if drunk, tears nearly burst forth.
"Wow!"
At this moment, Dongfang Bubai and Wang Yuyan trembled and each spat a mouthful of clotted blood, sweat beading on their foreheads, their complexions shifting from pale to red, noticeably improved, as the clotted blood in their meridians was flushed out by Yin-Yang transformation, and they opened their eyes.
Murong Qingqing immediately took a deep breath, suppressing her chaotic emotions, restoring her icy proud demeanor akin to the Sky Zither Sect’s Qin Mo, gracefully approaching with her tall, swaying figure.
"Have your injuries recovered?"
Jiang Dali opened his eyes in response, his strong spirit immediately perceiving that Murong Qingqing’s emotions seemed askew.
Sweeping his gaze, he noticed her graceful, tall figure approaching slowly.
The charming contours bathed in thin sunlight shadow from the tomb corridor outside felt like endless mountain and river sceneries.
Such a beautiful being and vibrant aura inexplicably stirred his emotions to the climax, suddenly active.
With his now immense spiritual power, he could inflict fear causing ordinary people to faint or overwhelm them with joy by simply harboring malicious or positive emotions respectively, and his deliberately targeted spiritual waves during this moment of neglect instantly conveyed his thoughts into Murong Qingqing’s eyes, leading her to understand what he was thinking.