Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

News of Marquis Wei Wu Jiang Dali unleashing vast Divine Power in the Holy Dynasty and savagely crushing the Wan Family was very quickly sent back to each vassal state by the special envoys they had left stationed in the Holy Dynasty.

Tang Country.

Wan Wan was the first to learn this joyous tidings from the reports coming out of the Imperial Palace, and at once, like a gust of merry wind, she rushed out of the Yin Palace and went to inform Murong Qingqing and Wang Yuyan, who were lodged at a nearby separate court.

The three women gathered together, carefully reread the message that had come from the Great Tang Palace, and after confirming beyond doubt that the man mentioned in the report was indeed Jiang Dali, each of them was almost moved to tears of joy.

"So the village chief has already come out of the Sky. We were still worrying ourselves sick over him, and he, honestly—comes out only to go looking for trouble, making such a... such a racket in the Holy Dynasty, showing no restraint at all."

On Wang Yuyan’s face joy and annoyance mingled, and she naturally carried that sense of a beauty whose jade teeth flash when she speaks, whose brows knit like green moth-wings, a delicate powdered face suddenly exuding Wei Yi.

Murong Qingqing, standing to the side, was as ever cool and aloof, like one untouched by mortal smoke and fire, yet possessed of a clear, refined loveliness of her own. Hearing this, she lightly shook her head and said, "If that man knew how to restrain himself, he wouldn’t be called Jiang Dali."

"Then what would he be called? Jiang Xiaoli? Qingqing, are you planning, one day, to bear a little Xiaoli for our Lord of the Village?"

Wan Wan teased, her tone laced with a faint thread of jealous grievance. By now, especially Wan Wan, all three had long since learned that back in Ying Country’s Holy Tomb, Jiang Dali had already favored Qingqing once.

"Wan Wan-jie!" Murong Qingqing’s face flushed like a blooming lotus, skin fair as congealed fat, and she stamped her foot in shy anger.

The three women frolicked together in a flurry of warbling orioles and twittering swallows, truly graceful, full of varied charms, light-footed and unable to restrain themselves; each tasted of peerless beauty, each possessed a visage to topple a city.

After a short while, Wan Wan’s figure shot off like lightning, returning to the Yin Palace. There she stood tall with dignity behind the high seat, issuing commands and entrusting all sect affairs to Bian Bufu and the others to manage. Afterwards, together with Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing, the three mounted the Demon Dragon behind the mountain and departed, heading straight for the Holy Dynasty.

"Wan Wan-jie, we agreed before that if there were any news of the village chief, we would inform the others. Should we send word now to Senior Xiao and the Dongfang Sect Leader?"

On the Demon Dragon’s back, Wang Yuyan asked gently.

Wan Wan stood facing the wind, her figure lithe and slender, hair coiled in a high chignon. Compared to the seductive Demoness air she carried in days past, she now bore a few more degrees of compelling, high-pressured sovereign Wei Yi. Hearing this, she shook her head and said:

"Now that such news has appeared in the Tang Imperial Palace, with the Sun and Moon Divine Sect’s intelligence capabilities, they’ll soon obtain similar information. Demon Hawk is with the Dongfang Sect Leader—let’s go first, she will naturally come along later.

As for Senior Xiao, that old man is even more vast in Divine Skills and unmatched in Divine Strategy. I fear he long ago calculated that the village chief had already left the Sky."

Wang Yuyan’s heart was wholly with Jiang Dali; hearing this, she asked no more.

...

Xiao Sanxiao had indeed known long ago that Jiang Dali had left the Sky.

As a Half-step Breaking Realm expert, with Jiang Dali making such a massive uproar in the Holy Dynasty by storming the Wan Family, it was impossible for him not to sense it.

Thus, when Jiang Dali received the Regent King’s summons to enter the palace, at the same time he also perceived the Qi Mechanism transmitted from Xiao Sanxiao.

"That old fellow—was that him giving me a nod, telling me I can set my mind at ease? Or what is he getting at?"

Electric light flashed in Jiang Dali’s pair of tiger eyes as he pondered what Xiao Sanxiao was trying to convey.

The distance between the two was far too great; even with Xiao Sanxiao’s level of strength, it was simply impossible to transmit a clear mental message across such vast time and space.

And with the other’s strength, if there truly were something urgent, he could completely employ a Near-and-far technique and rush over. It’s just that for so many years he has been unwilling to come to the Holy Dynasty, unwilling to take that one step into the Breaking Realm, as though there were some hidden concerns.

Just then, several Holy Dynasty officials appeared outside the door. Among them, a middle-aged official with a jujube-red complexion and a drinker’s nose bowed deeply to Jiang Dali with utmost respect and said, "Marquis! Wind Bell City’s fastest Wind Eagle has already been arranged. It’s just that..."

A hint of embarrassment showed on the official’s jujube-red face. "It’s just that a Wind Eagle can normally only bear a Weight of five stone and thus can fly two thousand li in a day. Therefore, this time we have specially designed for you, Marquis, a riding seat jointly supported by three Wind Eagles. Marquis, do you intend to depart at once for the Imperial Palace?"

The Wind Eagle was a kind of Exotic beast of the skies, though clearly far inferior in carrying capacity to the Demon Hawk, whose load-bearing could rival a bomber.

However, a flying mount like Demon Hawk was unique to Jiang Dali among the vassal states, yet in the Holy Dynasty it was not some rare treasure with wind and horns; the Holy Dynasty had even specially established a "Beast Taming House" for breeding Exotic flying beasts. The personnel within the House responsible for breeding and training Exotic flying beasts were called Beast Tamers. From this one could see just how much more developed and powerful the Holy Dynasty was compared to the vassal states.

"No need to go to such trouble."

Jiang Dali waved his hand, politely declining the official’s goodwill, then dismissed them all, turned, and bid farewell to Nie Renwang, who was half drunk.

Nie Renwang, wine-flushed and tipsy, had his arm slung over Jiang Dali’s shoulder. "Brother, the Regent King summoning you to the Imperial Palace is a good thing. But are you planning to develop here in the Holy Dynasty afterwards, or return to the vassal states? I’ve already decided to heed your words and carve out a hegemony here in the Holy Dynasty, and pass it on to Feng’er in the future. By now, some initial shape has begun to show..."

Jiang Dali reached out and patted Nie Renwang’s shoulder. Thinking of Zhu Wushi, who was still in the Sky at this moment, he weighed matters for a while, yet in the end did not tell Nie Renwang the cruel truth within the Sky, and said with a smile: