Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Two days later, on Ice and Fire Island.

The azure sky over the seashore was so clear it seemed as if it had been washed by water.

A flock of sea birds chirped merrily, freely soaring in the sea breeze, circling above the island.

Below, the reef by the coastline stood jagged like a row of sharp wolf teeth, as wave upon wave crashed against them, spraying fine droplets of water like drizzle.

Squawk—

The Demon Hawk flew across the heavenly vault, its massive wingspan like a small dark cloud sweeping past, as if a king returning, frightening away a flock of birds as it dove towards the highest volcano on Ice and Fire Island.

"Daddy, Daddy, look quickly, it's my master, my master is back."

On the island, the young Zhang Wuji shouted excitedly, pointing at the Demon Hawk flying overhead, happily waving his hands high in the air.

Zhang Cui Shan, Yin Susu, and the Golden Lion King were all startled and came out.

Jiang Dali looked down at the tiny figure of Zhang Wuji on the ground of the island and smiled faintly before turning to Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing and said,

"The temperature inside the volcano is very high, and there's also poisonous fumes from the fire, you both should leave first. Xiao Wang, you take my place and check on Zhang Wuji's Martial Arts cultivation progress and give that little one some pointers."

"Okay, village chief, be careful inside the volcano too."

Wang Yuyan's cherry lips parted gently as she nodded slowly, speaking with gentle consideration.

Jiang Dali ignored the increasingly obvious affection in her eyes and gave a slight nod as acknowledgement.

Murong Qingqing blinked and lazily stretched, looking at the approaching snow peak and said, "Village chief, you're finally going to spare me, these past couple days you've almost drained all my energy, I'm worn out."

Jiang Dali shook his head slightly and said, "We haven't reached our limits yet. Next time, we'll continue the unfinished cultivation.

The realm of spirit and musical notes has always been my weakness, yet your Heavenly Demon Zither can hone and improve my resistance to spiritual and musical attacks, which is excellent training."

Murong Qingqing heard this and responded helplessly, "You were clueless about musical notes, but now you can understand them. Since you've understood, every time I play the Heavenly Demon Zither and the Heavenly Demon Song, it hurts you more, how is this any kind of cultivation?"

Jiang Dali replied calmly, "Although Martial Arts rhythms are not the same, the principles are similar, great sounds carry silence, great laughter needs no words.

From not understanding to understanding is also an improvement.

The power of Martial Arts isn't just about the skills themselves, but it's also life, all kinds of emotions - this is what I've come to realize more recently."

Murong Qingqing was moved and nodded in agreement, "I didn't expect that you, village chief, would have such insight; I underestimated you. From now on, I will work harder to assist you in your cultivation."

After saying this, Murong Qingqing also felt emotional.

Ordinary people, upon hearing the demonic zither sound of the Heavenly Demon Zither, would at best receive a shock to their heart and mind, and at worst, die violently.

Someone like Jiang Dali, a Martial Arts fanatic willing to listen to her play the zither as part of his daily training, was truly unique.

However, she also knew very well that the only reason Jiang Dali could resist the sound of the Heavenly Demon Zither was because the Divine Skill he practiced possessed the extraordinary power to suppress and be immune to demonic influences; others surely couldn't achieve this.

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After dropping off Jiang Dali at the snow-covered mouth of the volcano.

The Demon Hawk then carried Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing towards the direction of the island below the mountain.

Jiang Dali stood at the summit of the volcano, looking like an icy world, his gaze set on the fiery volcanic mouth below that vaguely emitted searing heat waves, and his eyes fell on an iron chain that hung straight down by his side.

He didn't touch the chain, though. With a move, he twisted his feet and, like a spinning top, plunged down.

Sulfurous lava fumes constantly burrowed their way into his nostrils as he tumbled downwards. With each drop of dozens of feet, he suddenly used his Absorption Skill to stabilize his figure with a strong Absorption Force and swiftly descended along the increasingly hot and dry rocks using the Gecko Wall-Crawling Skill.

As he went further down, the passageway began to widen.

Even a vast expanse of red glow appeared in front of him, and the temperature surged.

"Is the village chief here?"

On a platform down below, shadowy figures emerged.

"Indeed!"

Jiang Dali moved, his feet stepping on the rock wall, his body sideways in mid-air, executing the Sky Dragon Seven Steps with movements agile and sharp, easily reaching the platform.

Whoosh whoosh—

The cloak on his back rustled noisily amidst the heat waves.

Jiang Dali, with his strong figure, landed heavily, frowning as he looked towards the tranquilly flowing lava river below that was hundreds of feet distant.

The horrifying high temperature hit him as he felt his clothes exude a scent of being scorched, and even his skin pores and hair seemed to curl and burn.

"The temperature here is almost comparable to the place where the Fire Qilin resides in Li Lingyun Cave."

Jiang Dali thought to himself, then turned and looked at Fire King, Medicine King, Ghost King, and the blacksmith Yu Cheng'an, who were quickly approaching.

Yet apart from the Fire King who still looked ruddy and well, Medicine King, Ghost King, and even Yu Cheng'an looked much thinner, their skins cracked and peeling, hair dry and lusterless, and their appearances ragged.

Jiang Dali nodded in approval, "You have worked hard."

Hearing this, they all immediately saluted with clasped hands, repeatedly saying it was their duty.

"Village chief, with your return this time, could it be that you have brought back an Exotic Beast?"

Yu Cheng'an looked at Jiang Dali with hopeful eyes and pointed towards the river of lava below, "I have fulfilled my promise, melted the Heavenly Sword and tip of the Rain Covering Sword, along with your Golden-Backed Great Saber, and initially formed the embryonic shape of the blade.

Now we are merely lacking the Exotic Beast and your Essence Blood to imbue the blade with spirituality, after forging for thirty-three more days, we can then successfully complete it!"

Jiang Dali walked to the edge of the platform, looking down at a casting platform below that was entwined with several thick iron chains and plunged into the lava.

In the center of the platform, the embryonic shape of a great saber occasionally dipped into the lava, and at times, it rose and fell with the chains.

Jiang Dali took out four pieces of Fire Qilin scale armor from a jade box in his bosom and handed them to Yu Cheng'an, "I haven't brought back an Exotic Beast, but I have got these four Fire Qilin scales, do you know how precious these are?"

"What!? Fire Qilin Scale Armor?"

Yu Cheng'an's hand trembled with shock as he stared in disbelief at the jade box that Jiang Dali passed over to him. He intently gazed at the four black scales that lay inside, emitting a faint, mystical fluctuation and a glimmering red light. His eyes instantly burned with intense heat as he exclaimed in astonishment.

"Is this really the Fire Qilin's scale armor? Is it from the Fire Qilin in Lingyun Cave in Leshan City, that one-in-the-world fierce beast, the Fire Qilin?"

Fire King and the others were also stunned as they looked at the scales within the jade box, drawing a cold breath inwardly.

The ferocity of the Fire Qilin was well-known among the old rivers and lakes, and no one in the Martial World dared to provoke it.

Who would have thought that the village chief would actually dare to actively seek trouble with the Fire Qilin and so forcefully pry off four scales from the Fire Qilin?

Was this something a human could do?

"The Fire Qilin's scale armor is a once-in-the-world mystical object. In the past, an ancestor of the Duan Family, Duan Zhengxian, battled with the Fire Qilin. He chopped off a scale and embedded it in his own sword, which later became the now renowned Divine Weapon Fire Qilin Sword in the Martial World."

As Yu Cheng'an spoke, he promptly wiped his hands and nervously accepted the jade box. Feverishly yet apprehensively, he looked up at Jiang Dali and said,

"Village chief, this Fire Qilin scale armor is far superior to any exotic beast's. It could be used as a replacement, and it might even be possible to forge a divine weapon.

But... but I fear that my modest skills won't be able to craft a divine weapon worthy of you, village chief, and would instead spoil such excellent material."

"No worries!" Jiang Dali casually waved his hand, "The Fire Qilin is not yet dead. Even if you waste these four scales, I can still find the Fire Qilin and get more of them later. So just go ahead and forge boldly. If there are any problems, tell me anytime."

Everyone listening was left exchanging glances, not even daring to breathe too heavily.

In the eyes of this Evil Star, the ferociously powerful Fire Qilin was merely a source of materials?

Yu Cheng'an was instantly so excited that he lost his bearings, promptly assenting and getting busy.

Jiang Dali then inquired and confirmed several details. After finding out that there was no secret martial arts manual inside the Heavenly Sword, he left the Dragon Slayer Broken Blade with Yu Cheng'an, instructing him to reforge and repair the Dragon Slayer Sword.

To him, the Dragon Slayer Sword was now merely a transitional weapon.

Compared to a real divine weapon, the Dragon Slayer Sword was still quite inferior.

It was regrettable that the Golden-Backed Great Saber was still more than a month away from true forging success; Jiang Dali lamented that he could not take his own saber to Ying Country to fiercely cut down the enemy.

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A broken blade can be reforged.

But once a person dies, it's much harder for them to come back to life.

The Shuiyue Sect once believed this.

But ever since he witnessed someone the Black Wind Village Chief had killed coming back to life, his understanding had been utterly overturned.

Sadly, such martial arts vanished completely with the death of that person.

During these times, he hadn't yet returned to his territory in Ying Country. He had already sent letters to mobilize confidants to investigate all information about the "Heavenly Silkworm Demon Technique" and the "Heavenly Silkworm Divine Skill."

Unfortunately, there were no findings.

However, some information had turned up about the person the Black Wind Village Chief had tasked him with finding.

When the Shuiyue Sect received this information, they immediately sensed the complications involved.

The information they managed to gather was twofold.

Seventeen days ago, a mysterious person, suspected to be Dongfang Bubai in disguise, appeared near the Imperial City of Ying Country.

That day, eight imperial samurais died at the hand of a single silver needle wielded by that person. A mere silver needle effortlessly killed eight highly skilled imperial samurais. It seems that only Dongfang Bubai could accomplish this feat.

Another piece of information was about an Abnormal Person within the Jue Wushen Palace, who practiced martial arts that were quite similar to the ones practiced by Dongfang Bubai from the Sunflower Treasure Book. This Abnormal Person was known as—Wu Lei.

Herein lay the trouble for the Shuiyue Sect.

Two pieces of information, one related to the Imperial City, possibly involving the Imperial Family.

The other one related to the Jue Wushen Palace, which was almost one of the most terrifying forces in Ying Country at present.

To probe Dongfang Bubai's whereabouts through these two powers was no easy task.

If there were any undercurrents, one small misstep could potentially drag both him and the Mu Residence into trouble.

And undercurrents were not absent.

Whether in the rivers and lakes or the temple halls.

Wherever there were people, there was bound to be deceit and plotting.

While the Zhou, Jin, and Liao kingdoms were still at war, and Yue Fei was still leading his Yue Army to protect the nation,

Four secret missives had already been discreetly passed down through various undercover agents, quietly conveying the message.

These four secret missives had reached the hands of numerous key figures, including the Jin, Liao, Jue Wushen Palace, and General Jing Shen.

The message only contained eight words—"Seize command of troops, grant kingship to generals!"

Inside the No God Absolute Palace.

Behind a massive square table wide enough for horses to gallop, sat a mighty big man in full armor, solid and imposing as a mountain.

His hands, nearly twice as thick and hard as a normal person's, were now resting on the table, his fingers drumming on the surface with a rhythmic beat like the pounding of a drum.

His sharp eyes, filled with ambition and aggression, were locked onto the secret letter on the table, meticulously savoring the eight written words.

"Seize command of troops, grant kingship to generals!"

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