Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 973 - 772: Borrowing the Body to Restore the Spirit, the Mad Zhu Wushi (Monthly Ticket Bonus 4)
"Appoint me as a king and assist Song Country to attack Jin and Liao in the future?"
Jiang Dali shook his head with a light chuckle, saying calmly, "Sounds like quite the appealing offer.
It’s a pity... the last person who became brothers with you, Zhu Wushi, was Gu Santong, and you imprisoned him for a full twenty years, even stealing his woman. You’re far more despicable than Cao Aman from the Three Kingdoms era."
"Silence!"
Zhu Wushi’s tiger eyes suddenly emitted a sharp light, but he remained silent for a moment before taking another sip of wine. With eyes filled with sorrow, he said, "Brother Jiang, since you know about Suxin, you should also know her current situation.
Indeed, Suxin was nominally Gu Santong’s wife. What I, Zhu Wushi, did really is no different from Cao Aman of the Three Kingdoms.
But my acquaintance with Suxin goes back earlier than Gu Santong. Gu Santong was obsessed with martial arts all day long and never cared much for Suxin. He couldn’t take good care of her, and I didn’t want Suxin to feel even the slightest grievance..."
Jiang Dali sneered, "So you snatched Gu Santong’s wife?"
Zhu Wushi replied in a deep voice, "I did not. I never forced Suxin into anything nor compelled her. The relationship between Suxin and me is clean and innocent; I just didn’t want her to waste her youth and life for a martial arts fanatic."
Jiang Dali: "And now? She’s completely separated from Gu Santong. Are you satisfied?"
Zhu Wushi took another sip of wine, smiling bitterly, "It seems you know quite a lot. Even my adopted sons don’t know about Suxin’s situation, but you do. I’ve indeed underestimated you, Black Wind Village Chief."
He paused, shaking his head, "To be honest, the reason I pursued the imperial throne was initially to leverage the emperor’s position, the vast dragon energy, and the resources of the Holy Dynasty to break through to the Returning to Truth Realm in the future."
Shifting the topic, Zhu Wushi said, "You should have obtained the ’Absorption Skill’ from the Heavenly Pond Strange Hero in my Hulong Manor, but you should also see that, compared to my improved ’Absorption Skill,’ the original is lesser."
Jiang Dali frowned, nodding gravely.
He wanted to drink but awkwardly found that the pot of wine he just had was smashed into the stone table with the jug.
He immediately reached out, his fingers like steel bars dug into the stone table, forcibly pulling out the wine jug under Zhu Wushi’s peculiar gaze, took a sip, and probed.
"The ’Absorption Skill’ of the Heavenly Pond Strange Hero is already a Heavenly Rank Absolute Skill. Have you perfected and enhanced it into a Heavenly Person Rank cultivation technique?"
Zhu Wushi withdrew his gaze, did not directly answer, and proudly said, "If I could break through to the Returning to Truth Realm and cultivate the Primordial Spirit, with my improved ’Absorption Skill,’ I’d hope to absorb Suxin’s soul consciousness and then implant it into the physical vessel prepared for her. In doing so, even if her body is entirely dead, I could resurrect her."
"Soul transfer?"
Jiang Dali couldn’t help but draw in a sharp breath.
This kind of thing that belongs entirely to bizarre folklore, made-up tales.
Zhu Wushi claimed it could be done after breaking through the Returning to Truth Realm; it’s simply incredible.
Most people would think Zhu Wushi is out of his mind if they heard this.
But Jiang Dali knew, given Zhu Wushi’s regard for Suxin, since he dared to say so, he must have absolute confidence, leaving no room for irreversible danger.
Besides, Zhu Wushi’s ’Absorption Skill’ is indeed extremely powerful in the area of soul absorption.
Thinking this way, it’s clear many of Zhu Wushi’s years of frantically refining the Absorption God Method, and his ambitious desire to become emperor, are largely rooted in his feelings for Suxin, making him arguably a bitter romantically devoted person.
Jiang Dali drank the rest of the wine in the jug in one gulp, saying, "I have one last question. Haven’t you considered that even if Suxin indeed comes back to life in someone else’s body this way, she’d find it hard to accept? Can she still be herself?
No one wants to become someone else, trapped in another person’s body."
At this point, Jiang Dali felt a lot of emotion.
His current state, though not trapped in another person’s body, is trapped in this Mixed Martial Arts World, which is in itself a form of inescapable sorrow.
Sometimes, when someone knows nothing, maybe they can still feel happiness.
But when a person is very clear about reality, that’s when the troubles begin.
"I’ve thought about it, but I have no other way; I’m at a dead end... because in this world, I can no longer find a second Heavenly Fragrant Cardamom that can awaken Suxin."
Zhu Wushi laughed, "Heh heh heh," with a laugh filled with sorrow and coldness.
He suddenly tilted his head back and drank all the wine in the jug, not leaving a drop.
It was the first time he drank since he swore to claim the throne and save Suxin.
His drinking was not for celebrating the near attainment of the throne but to swallow the sadness in his eyes and quell the bitterness in his heart.
Someone who usually doesn’t drink suddenly indulging in it must have a sorrowful matter, and a sorrowful person is often one with deep feelings.
Right now, Jiang Dali suddenly found a bit of admiration for this man he once looked down upon as hypocritical.
There are sufferings in this world that no comfort or advice can relieve, and only such pain is truly painful.
He always liked straightforward, bold people, or carefree, trouble-loving individuals unafraid of power like Lu Xiaofeng, or those like Dongfang Bubai, who could excel in something and scoff at the heroes.
But at this moment, he suddenly had a bit of sympathy, a bit of admiration for Zhu Wushi, a man who would stop at nothing and become alienated from everyone for his goals.
At least the other still had feelings in his heart, the most passionate feelings.
No matter if others can bear such feelings, it still signifies someone who has planned for more than twenty years based on these feelings is indeed remarkable.
Someone with feelings, even if bad, isn’t bad to their core.
Then what can be considered good?
Jiang Dali asked himself in his heart, "What can be considered good?"
At least he doesn’t consider himself a good person, but he also doesn’t see himself as utterly despicable as people in the Martial World say.
So, is he, like Zhu Wushi, the same kind of person?
"Thank you for listening to me so much today."
Zhu Wushi looked at the empty wine jug and said suddenly, the sadness in his eyes gradually contained.
Jiang Dali looked at the deformed wine jug in his hand, nodded slightly, and said, "Unfortunately, the wine is gone."
These two top experts in the current Martial World were originally enemies, not friends. Yet at this moment, they sat across and drank like confidants, not a hint of confrontation or pretense in their words, which bewildered the numerous imperial guards outside the courtyard, leaving them perplexed.
But now, as the two had said.
The wine is gone.
The stories have been told.
The mutual admiration between enemies should also be concluded with swords.
Zhu Wushi suddenly laughed and stood up, looking with authority at the Fist Tao God standing by with deterrence, "Today, I had a delightful conversation with Brother Jiang, the first time in over twenty years I enjoyed drinking with someone so much. Fist Tao God, you can leave now; your son Quan Chi waits for you in Fengyang. You’re not needed here anymore."
The Fist Tao God was stunned, immediately looked at Jiang Dali, then at Zhu Wushi, and frowned, "Are you serious? It was Xiong Ba from the World Association who captured my son, so how do you know where my son is?"
Zhu Wushi glanced sharply, "Could it be that in your eyes, there’s only Lord Xiong Ba of the World Association, and not me, Zhu Tiedan? If you want your son, there’s no need to fuss. I can see you don’t really want to take action against Brother Jiang, and now I don’t need your assistance either."
"Alright!"
Jiang Dali abruptly stood, smiling faintly at Zhu Wushi, "Since you, Zhu Tiedan, regard me so highly, I will be generous today as well. If you perish by my hand today, I will grant your wish and continue searching for the Heavenly Fragrant Cardamom to save Suxin."
Zhu Wushi was moved, focused solemnly on Jiang Dali, and said, "Brother Jiang is indeed a respectable adversary!"
"No need for more words."
Jiang Dali looked coldly at the Fist Tao God, "You can leave now. You’ve accomplished the three things you promised me. I haven’t found your son, but now my enemy has told you his whereabouts, so we’re even."
In his eyes, the red glow on the Fist Tao God’s body representing hostility was still faintly present, exactly like what he observed a day before.
It was indeed as the Iron Gall Divine Hou Zhu Wushi had stated, the Fist Tao God didn’t really want to take action against him, perhaps conquered by his rational and persuasive charismatic personality.
"Fine! Since both of you want me to leave, I’ll go!" The Fist Tao God laughed loudly, "As long as I know where my son is, I have no interest in meddling in your affairs. Black Wind Village Chief, Iron Gall Divine Hou, you both can be considered formidable heroes. I, Fist Tao God, admire you. Farewell!"
With that, the Fist Tao God’s foot hammered heavily, and his figure shot out over the courtyard wall like an arrow, disappearing from sight in a few swift leaps like a phantom whirlwind.
Instantly, only Jiang Dali and Zhu Wushi remained across each other in the courtyard.
Zhu Wushi looked at Jiang Dali, calmly saying, "Brother Jiang should know that I did not seize the imperial throne for myself alone, so today, it’s very, very difficult for you to leave alive, even if you have found a new path for the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill."
This statement seemed somewhat superfluous and inexplicable.
But Jiang Dali understood its meaning. His pupils slightly contracted, yet he remained unafraid, "You are willing to tell me these things, so it seems you are confident to take me down alone, or otherwise, Nie Renwang and Xiong Ba should have appeared by now."
Zhu Wushi sighed, "If Xiong Ba indeed came, Brother Jiang, you would meet certain doom."
Here, both fell silent.
Eye to eye, a fierce battle was at the brink.
Jiang Dali suddenly had a vague feeling in his heart that this might be his most challenging hard battle since he rose to prominence in the Mixed Martial Arts World under the name Black Wind.
This feeling was not groundless, nor was it overestimating Zhu Wushi but was the telepathic perception born when one’s strength reached his level, predicting the threat and powerful presence surrounding him. It was called detecting the autumn breeze before the cicada senses it.
Zhu Wushi had another feeling. Though his expression was grave and stern, he sensed that Jiang Dali might be the second formidable opponent he had faced in his life, yet the first strongest rival was already so strong that he sighed at his own inferiority; it had always been the ever-pressing Xiong Ba over his head.
"Brother Jiang, be careful."
Zhu Wushi suddenly took a deep breath, his broad back slightly hunched, his imperial robe flapping wildly without wind, as an astonishing suction force emanated from his body.
Boom!——
The courtyard space seemed to collapse in an instant; the stone table and chairs all flew up, spinning, and grass was all sucked towards Zhu Wushi.
An immensely terrifying force field suddenly and dominantly expanded!
Swish!
The wine jug in Jiang Dali’s hand was tossed just then, his entire body radiating resplendent golden light, his figure bounded forward as if a tiger leaping a wolf lunging, punching out fiercely, the stone table crashing towards Zhu Wushi.
At this moment, an Emperor who reinvented the Absorption Skill and an Overlord who reinvented the Vajra Invulnerability Divine Skill were colliding strongly...
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