Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 892 - 712-713: Kite and String, the Bustling Sword Casting City
May 17th, overcast.
Suitable for setting nets, marriage.
Avoid breaking ground, repairing.
The rain continues to fall.
Fine drizzle falls like silver threads, drifting through the sky.
The buildings around the Yin Gui Sect are shrouded in gray, and the trees along the riverbank become misty shadows in the rain, like a splash of ink painting, tranquil and distant.
Yin Queen Zhu Yu Yan sits in this picturesque scene, seemingly becoming part of it too.
Time has not left any traces on her face; from any angle, she appears youthful, just a few years older than Wan Wan.
Her elegant brows extend sharply to her temples, her eyes black as lacquer, full of spirit, possessing a figure that can captivate many men. Her skin, like flawless white jade, is delicate and fair, truly stunning.
And yet, this beauty has already died, passing away in this mountain forest, before the grave of the Evil King Shi Zhixuan.
As if during her life, she was constantly entangled with the Evil King, but in death, she wished to be with him.
Jiang Dali, wearing a black cloak and leather armor, stood like a majestic steel statue before the grave, looking at Zhu Yu Yan’s deceased body, feeling a peculiar emotion.
He was the one who killed the Evil King Shi Zhixuan.
Zhu Yu Yan brought the body back and buried it here.
Now he stands before Shi Zhixuan’s grave.
Zhu Yu Yan was once his enemy, but he was the last person she saw before dying.
It turns out, in the face of life and death, all grudges and enmities are but fleeting clouds; in the end, nothing cannot be let go, nothing cannot be released.
Zhu Yu Yan, before dying, only said a few words to him.
One of them was "Take care of Wan Wan!" but most of the time, she was talking to herself, recalling past events.
When a person likes to talk to themselves, it means they have grown old.
The Yin Queen indeed was old; she looked only a few years older than Wan Wan, but in fact, she was already seventy. It wasn’t just injuries that led to her death but also the exhaustion of her Essence Qi; she could live no more than another year, and medicine couldn’t help.
Therefore, to ensure a dignified death, leaving behind her most beautiful image, the Yin Queen chose to sit in and die early.
Jiang Dali never promised to take care of Wan Wan even till Zhu Yu Yan’s death.
Because before solving his ultimate mystery, he indeed wasn’t ready for any new Chapter in life.
The ruthlessness and compassion of the Extreme Realm allowed him to face everything calmly, but once a decision was made, he couldn’t guarantee he wouldn’t develop new bonds.
Bonds—
This was something he had always been breaking.
How could he add another layer of bonds upon himself?
Perhaps when he’s willing to bind himself, accepting bonds, it means he’s finally weary.
The Martial World, he could no longer venture through it; Dali would also have his day of aging and losing strength.
But that day was definitely not in this just-budding stage of conquest...
Wan Wan, with a fairy-like figure, glided over in the spring rain, gazing silently at the serene corpse of Zhu Yu Yan.
The female disciples of the Yin Gui Sect all kneeled, their faces stained with tears.
Though the Yin Queen appeared dignified and stern in daily life, she was truly very good to her disciples. Many saw members of the Demon Sect in the Martial World as ruthless villains, but in reality, they too are human, full of emotions, with love and hate and reluctance.
Bian Bufu, Lin Shihong, and others were all in tears, while Wan Wan did not cry.
Jiang Dali asked, "Your master is dead, yet you do not seem sad?"
Wan Wan said, "To be sad doesn’t necessarily mean you have to cry, just as to be happy doesn’t necessarily mean you have to laugh. To love someone doesn’t necessarily mean you have to possess them."
Jiang Dali was silent, nodding, "Great sorrow without tears, great sound is silence, what you say is true. Those who seem overly affectionate may sometimes appear heartless."
Wan Wan asked, "But what about you? Can someone too heartless appear passionate?"
Jiang Dali smiled openly, took one last look at Zhu Yu Yan’s body and the Evil King’s grave, then turned and said, "I just wish to be a person who’s like a drifting cloud, whose heart is like still water, living freely and without attachments..."
Wan Wan sighed quietly inside, of course, she knew Jiang Dali’s intentions.
Perhaps no man in the world could resist her.
But definitely not the untamed village chief.
No man in the world she might care for.
But definitely not the world-conquering village chief.
This man, she could not keep.
Like a kite, she could only let him fly.
And what she could perhaps do was to give up or to wait.
Wait for the day the kite, weary of flying, wishes to return.
Provided, that string connecting them still remains...
Fortunately, she wasn’t lonely or sad.
Because she understood who the village chief needed was someone of value, not a pretty but useless vase.
And she had already set out on a new path.
The future path of the Yin Gui Sect would be more unique and independent.
Who says women cannot conquer the world?
Who said women cannot hold power and control imperial authority?
Half a day later.
Jiang Dali and two others, wearing bamboo hats and raincoats, left on an eagle under the watchful eyes of many Yin Gui Sect disciples.
Many Players of the Yin Gui Sect had not yet recovered from the "slight sadness" news of the former Sect Leader’s death, and had to accept the reality that the reputed son-in-law also bid farewell.
However, due to Jiang Dali’s actions of exploiting benefits before leaving, it deepened the intimacy among Yin Gui Sect Players, resolving much resentment.
"Our son-in-law came fast and left fast, and didn’t take our Sect Leader with him. Thankfully, he taught us some Martial Arts."
