Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1413 - 1085: No Scripture No Dao, Dharma’s Heart!
A vast expanse of fertile land, an ancient and grand city.
Unrivaled City.
Within the City Lord’s Mansion, Dugu Yifang’s expression was dark as he finished reading the letter sent back by the Phantom Heart Demon Two Envoys. His gaze flickered uncertainly, and he suddenly snorted coldly, murmuring, "Black Wind Village Chief... if you are still alive, then so be it. But if you are truly dead, relying solely on Dongfang Bubai won’t be enough to support your vast Black Wind Village’s foundation. Any ambition and resources must be matched with equal strength..."
Though saying so, Dugu Yifang still ignored the mention in the letter of the heavy injuries sustained by the Phantom Heart Demon Two Envoys, forcefully suppressing his anger.
He knew that small patience is required for the sake of the greater plan. Whether Jiang Dali and Xiong Ba’s battle ends in life or death, his formidable friends are not easily dealt with. Hence, even though he was ambitious, he couldn’t rashly act when someone was in trouble and start a war.
The only strategy now was to wait silently for news.
If the Black Wind Village Chief was indeed dead or did not appear for a long time, he had ways to ensure Unrivaled City would gain the most benefit from the war with the World Association.
In the past, he and the Black Wind Village Chief had agreed that no matter how many World Association sub-branches Unrivaled City attacked, they would receive three-tenths of the land and resources as spoils of war.
In reality, nearly ninety percent of the World Association’s sub-branches that were attacked have already been taken over by Unrivaled City’s forces.
Among these, naturally, half were not conquered by Unrivaled City.
However, due to Black Wind Village’s lack of personnel in the Divine Martial Country, the lands were handed over to Unrivaled City’s forces after being conquered.
Originally, if Jiang Dali were still alive, he certainly wouldn’t dare play any tricks.
But now, with Jiang Dali’s life or death uncertain, if he truly were dead or seriously injured and missing, Dugu Yifang could completely assert that the ninety percent of sub-branches occupied now were all conquered by Unrivaled City.
Finally, according to the agreement, occupying the most prosperous three-tenths of the lands and resources among the ninety percent is sufficient, and giving up the other seven-tenths does no harm.
In this way, Unrivaled City has already maximized its benefits, able to silence any rumors while appearing to act according to the agreement, leaving Jiang Dali’s friends with no reason to cause trouble.
Utilizing these additional three-tenths of land and resources for development could also help Unrivaled City grow rapidly. Over time, the question remains whether the Black Wind Village, without its chief Jiang Dali, can maintain its vast territories.
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On the eighth day.
Dongfang Bubai and others, who were searching around Heaven Mountain for Jiang Dali’s whereabouts, seemed to have given up after fruitless efforts and gradually departed.
Among them, after leaving, Nie Renwang went to find his son, Nie Feng, while Dongfang Bubai and others rode eagles back to Song Country, followed by Xiao Feng and others.
The entire Heaven Mountain, leveled to ground, returned to its former tranquility before the World Association was established.
Even the Sweeping Monk had left for Shaolin after a day of sending off spirits.
On this day, it suddenly snowed on Heaven Mountain, which hadn’t seen snow in a long time, as if the heavens mourned the death of a once-favored person of Heavenly Destiny.
The snow flew chaotically like flying bugs in the gray Heaven Mountain air, swirling with the wind, dancing like willow catkins, gently falling, casting a light white veil upon Heaven Mountain, bright and pristine, pure and attractive. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺
From afar, the towering Heaven Mountain seemed vaguely enshrouded in mist, as if amidst the clouds.
A tall figure in gray suddenly leapt several times at high speed to the chaotic Heaven Mountain covered with thin snow.
His Qinggong was exceptional, leaving no trace on the snow.
Like a gust of wind, he reached the edge of a deep crater resembling a heavenly pond, his expression tinged with sadness and sighs, like a lonely elder who had lost his child.
But soon, the sadness disappeared, and he turned back into a majestic elder.
Upon closer inspection of his wide face beneath the brim of his hat, his domineering eyebrows like eagle wings, his deep tiger-like eyes, the white whiskers like twin cloud wisps...
Heavens!
He was the spitting image of Xiong Ba.
Aside from the full head of white hair and the lack of ambition in his deep eyes, slightly exuding kindness, he was indeed like Xiong Ba in old age.
He was none other than Xiong Ba’s father, the former head of the Seven Demons Chaser, Boss Zi Yi.
At this moment, standing proudly at the cliff’s edge, he sighed in a low tone, "My son, I always said, leave the green hills and never fear the lack of firewood, but alas, you still fell easily after being just strong. Fortunately, despite your defeat in the path of conquest, you still left behind You Ruo, and your father, I will rebuild the World Association."
As he finished speaking, purple energy flashed across his face, and suddenly his arms shook, revealing an incredibly luxurious Purple Dragon Sweater beneath his gray cloak, leaping down into the deep crater, pointing a finger at the empty space within.
With several cracking sounds.
The rocks shattered and exploded, revealing a piece of purple-black silk and a pool of already dried blood.
This was the very place where Xiong Ba’s body self-exploded and died. Boss Zi Yi turned his clutching fingers into a claw, grabbing at the blood-stained rock, and with a ’puff,’ white steam quickly emerged, and the bloodstains were rapidly absorbed with bursts of white smoke.
Boss Zi Yi abruptly raised his head, the gleam in his tiger eyes flashing faintly. After using the Returning Blood Hand technique to extract the remaining essence blood from the stone, his imposing aura became obscure and profound.
Suddenly, he flipped his palm, which roaring with power, held it at chest level, slowly retracting his power while surveying the surroundings, inwardly lamenting.
"Alas... my son’s Heavenly Destiny Life Chart shattered upon his death, and no such Life Chart will likely ever emerge again in the world..."
A cold and angry voice suddenly emerged in his mind.
"Your son had extraordinary talent. If he hadn’t died, he would have achieved great things, but unfortunately, he did not know how to hide his light and was plotted against, wasting his Heavenly Destiny body."
Upon hearing this voice in his mind, Boss Zi Yi’s veins bulged slightly, thinking, "Even now, you’re not telling me who plotted against my son?"
He feared the consciousness in his mind, he hated it, but for the sake of survival, he had no choice but to temporarily submit and follow its commands.
If not for the other party, he wouldn’t have been stuck at the Heavenly Human Realm.
But up until now, he harbored schemes and ambitions, pretending to be insane and destitute to lull the other party into a false sense of security, awaiting an opportunity to rebel and devour the powerful consciousness in his mind, claiming all of the other party’s power for himself.
Of course, this was not an easy task, but it was something he had to do to ensure his survival; for this goal, he was even willing to watch his own son die miserably.
The voice in his mind laughed coldly, "That person was able to unseal the Divine Stone; his martial arts may not be inferior to this King’s, perhaps even surpassing it. A mere vassal state could possess such skill, hmph, even if this King tells you, what can you do to him?
Alas, I didn’t expect that this King had reached the Thirteen Layers of No Scripture No Dao, yet even I cannot use your Returning Blood Hand to steal the Heavenly Destiny... However, this King has discovered another interesting thing."
"What is it?"
The thought had just crossed Boss Zi Yi’s mind when his eyes suddenly flashed with a bloody glow, both demonic and mystical. Unconsciously, he extended a finger.
Instantly, an invisible Finger Strength coupled with an indescribable Power of Primordial Spirit shot forth, penetrating the narrow gaps between the layers of stone below.
From within those gaps came a spiritual scream, followed by a weak Primordial Spirit shrouded in a dark light being pulled out, twisting and fluctuating under the Finger Strength, revealing a striking yet ferocious face.
"It’s you! Xie Tiao!"
Boss Zi Yi was astonished.
In his mind, the powerful consciousness laughed cruelly, "This person actually has the aura of my master, ha ha ha, it seems he is another pawn laid out by my master, but now that he has encountered this King, he is destined for misfortune."
Boss Zi Yi suddenly sprang into action, reversing his hand to grasp, and with the Returning Blood Hand accompanied by the powerful Primordial Spirit force from the consciousness in his mind, he devoured the already extremely weak Primordial Spirit of Xie Tiao.
"Amitabha Buddha!"
At this moment, an aged voice suddenly came from above ground.
Amidst the falling snow, a long-bearded Green Clothes old monk appeared at the edge of the deep pit, hands folded in prayer, eyes looking calmly down at Boss Zi Yi, "I didn’t expect to see the Returning Blood Hand reemerge in the Martial World after so many years. Are you none other than the Boss Zi Yi, the leader of the Seven Demons Chaser from the past? I’m curious why you have revealed yourself here."
"Hmm? This old monk has indeed reappeared."
Though surprised, Boss Zi Yi remained calm, slowly turned and looked up at the Sweeping Monk above, his eyes flashed with a bloody light once more, then he suddenly laughed wildly. The echoes of his laughter reverberated intensely, shaking the snow, rocks, and corpses within several feet to shatter, casting cracks even on the ground.
An invisible airflow spread with his laughter, propelling all shattered stones towards the outside of the deep pit.
"Such strong power, what a strange man."
The eyes of the Sweeping Monk momentarily flashed with surprise, and he had no choice but to quickly muster all his power for defense.
Even so, after this burst of laughter, blood seeped from the corners of his mouth, staining his beard, and a booming resounded in his eardrums.
With a swoosh, Boss Zi Yi tapped his feet, leaping out of the deep pit, scattering snowflakes everywhere. Eyes fierce, he stared directly at the Sweeping Monk, laughing menacingly, "Monk, you indeed have returned, showing yourself once again."
The Sweeping Monk felt a sinking feeling, observing the eerie state of Boss Zi Yi, he said, "Amitabha Buddha! It seems, Benefactor, you have been observing this poor monk for some time, tracking my every move."
Boss Zi Yi laughed coldly, his blood-red eyes suddenly resting between the hands of the Sweeping Monk, saying harshly, "Monk, the one thing you should never do is reveal this treasure in front of others. In this King’s eyes, it is even more enticing than the Divine Stone; it involves a great secret, a secret personally hidden by your Shaolin Dharma before his Nirvana.
This secret-bearing object is called ’Dharma’s Heart,’ is it not?"
The Sweeping Monk’s heart trembled, his face solemn and dignified, a faint Buddha Light surrounding him, his eyes suddenly bursting with golden Buddha Light. Two "卍" Sanskrit marks flashed in his eyes, casting on Boss Zi Yi’s face, as if instantly piercing through to see the demon hidden in those eyes, his expression instantly changing slightly.
"Hand over the Dharma’s Heart!"
Boss Zi Yi arrogantly shouted, his voice carrying an extreme surge of the Power of Primordial Spirit towards the Sweeping Monk, faster than the sound, his body already reached before the Sweeping Monk, two palms suddenly unleashed a torrential Qi Force.
No Scripture No Dao!!!
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"Bang!"
A stone table a square a yard wide sank slightly under Jiang Dali’s solid palm strike, its four legs embedded in the floor tiles.
Standing beside was Xu Ziling, whose heart skipped a beat, clasping his fists he said, "Village chief, if Ziling has done something wrong, Ziling is willing to accept punishment. I believe I also no longer have the ability to serve as the Squad Leader of the Wuliang Mountain sub branch. Today, I earnestly request to resign and retire from the Martial World. Please, village chief, grant this request."
Jiang Dali’s tiger-like eyes shone as they fixed on Xu Ziling, instantly assessing the speed of his blood flow beneath his skin and his various physical conditions, even sensing the True Qi concentration in his Dantian, and the mental intensity in his brain, yet instead of being angry, he chuckled.
"Good! Xu Ziling, I didn’t expect that after the village chief had not paid attention to the Wuliang Mountain sub branch for so long, you would become so lax? Knowing you did wrong, yet dare to speak to the village chief like this, truly brave, are you not afraid the village chief will kill you with one palm strike?"
Xu Ziling appeared calm and humble, bowing, "Everyone fears death, and Ziling is no exception. But if the village chief wants to kill me, it would be as easy as turning over a hand. I have no chance of escaping, I can only report the situation truthfully and accept your punishment."
"Good!"
Jiang Dali suddenly raised his right palm, saying indifferently, "This village chief is fair and just, I will not sentence you to death directly, but you will not come out unscathed either. This village chief will grant you one palm strike. If you can withstand it, it shows destiny favors you with some fate; if not, it means your life is not resilient enough!
From today on, you are no longer the Squad Leader of the Wuliang Mountain sub branch."
Xu Ziling’s face turned solemn, he said, "Ziling willingly accepts the village chief’s punishment!"
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