Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 289 - 0241: Unexplained unease, vigorously calculating (extra updates for 2200 monthly tickets)

Chapter 289: 0241: Unexplained unease, vigorously calculating (extra updates for 2200 monthly tickets)

Killing without bloodshed, beneath the sword a single touch of red.

This was an accolade given by someone at some unknown time.

In reality, ever since he entered the profession of an assassin, Central Plains One Spot Red had never thought of such a reputation.

He did not want, nor did he need it.

His sword killed without bloodshed because his strikes were swift and clean.

The reason they were swift and clean was because he did not want to die.

Not only did he not want to die, but he also wanted others to perish.

So he could only be faster and more decisive than anyone else.

Thus his original name was very simple, perhaps called Little Red, Little Green, or Little Flower Little Grass.

The sword in his hand was also simple, unlike some swords named Supreme Sword, Unrivaled, Immortal Slaying, Sun Breaking, and so on.

His sword was just a sword, a sword meant for killing.

Once a person becomes too famous, it may not be a good thing, just as when something becomes complicated, it may not be a good thing.

Unfortunately, sometimes when people understand this, it’s already too late.

However, at this time, Central Plains One Spot Red did not regret, nor did he feel depressed.

On the contrary, he was happy.

Because after escaping from Four Lands Mountain Village, he saw a person halfway up the mountain.

Like him, dressed in black, wearing black boots, and donning a pale human skin mask, holding a simple sword, and with an even colder gaze beneath the mask.

Seeing such a person, he seemed to see his former self, so simple.

Simply eating, drinking, killing.

Returning to eat, drink, kill.

He did not practice sword fighting.

He practiced the sword to kill.

Hence, his killing was his practice.

But after he began to become renowned, every time he killed, the money bag he brought back seemed heavier, and it felt like something had changed, it wasn’t pure anymore...

Silence.

The communication between assassins only needed looks, atmosphere, life.

Central Plains One Spot Red could feel his life ebbing away, but his sword-holding hand was steadier than ever.

Before dying, he could recapture the most familiar feeling.

It was like the moment when, as a child at the entrance of the village, he saw the girl he liked smiling back at him, so thrilling, blood boiling, surrendering life without a care!

Swoosh—

Swoosh—

Two people, two swords, simultaneously drawn.

Crossing past from different angles.

Two flowers of blood sprayed.

Central Plains One Spot Red felt a chill at his heart, knelt on the ground, blood hotly rolled down from his chest to his stomach, slipping into his navel.

The other person also had a sword wound, his left shoulder slashed.

But he was clearly used to it, even the depth and location of this wound, he had actually calculated in his mind the moment he struck.

An assassin never considers how to protect himself; he only focuses on how to eliminate the opponent in the most decisive manner, even at the cost of getting hurt.

If Central Plains One Spot Red had not been wounded, the outcome would not be as it was now.

But alas...

The unfamiliar assassin approached Central Plains One Spot Red.

Central Plains One Spot Red turned and lay on his back.

Two pale faces confronted each other.

Central Plains One Spot Red smiled, his lips trembling as they opened.

"Hmm?" The unfamiliar assassin leaned down, thinking Central Plains One Spot Red was going to say some last words, to ask him to take the money he had earned to his family, or to ask why the Island Master wanted him dead.

But what Central Plains One Spot Red said was, "I really wish...to return to those simple days!"

The unfamiliar assassin closed the eyes of Central Plains One Spot Red, stood up, and looked somewhat blankly at the deceased Central Plains One Spot Red.

What is simplicity?

What is complexity?

He then looked up at the sky, where dark clouds densely packed, the dark heavens like a mournful face.

A few drops of rain fell on his face, like round pearls, smooth shards of jade, followed by more rain washing down, fine rain threads weaving a gray misty curtain between heaven and earth.

...

An hour later.

Inside Four Lands Mountain Village.

A large group of Players and mountain bandits gathered outside the courtyard, the atmosphere somber.

Jiang Dali’s massive figure stood like an iron tower in the courtyard, surrounded by people, like a Demon King standing in the smoky autumn rain, his arms crossed, coldly staring at the corpse on the ground.

The pale human skin mask was torn off, revealing a face just as pale and featureless.

This person had nothing but a sword, a fatal wound piercing his heart, and injuries from a previous fight; not even a tael of broken silver, let alone a sword manual about killing without bloodshed.

Jiang Dali stuck a finger into the opponent’s chest wound to measure, confirming death by a single decisive sword strike.

"An assassin organization? Qingyi Building has already been destroyed, did he come from Black Hand, or Green Dragon Society? Or some other unknown organization?"

Jiang Dali furrowed his brow, unable to figure it out.

Even in his past life, he had heard of the name Central Plains One Spot Red, but also did not know where he came from; after the mid-stage of the game, he had never heard of this person again, probably dead.

An assassin thinking of retiring is like a peach blossom blooming in winter, a fantasy, stepping on this path means being ready to gamble with life.

Except for him, the amateur assassin Jiang Dali.

He suddenly missed the woman of Lu Xiaofeng, Xu Wei.

Although Qingyi Building had been destroyed, with Lu Xiaofeng covering her, Xu Wei surely hadn’t died and might know something about Central Plains One Spot Red’s background.

"Take the body and severed hand down," he ordered. "If Chu Liu Xiang comes to claim it, tell him it costs ten thousand silver taels; otherwise, no deal!"

Jiang Da Li waved his hand as he gave the order.

He looked up at the gloomy sky above and inexplicably felt irritated—a sense that things were somewhat beyond his control, almost as if an unseen eye was watching his every mistake.

Due to uncertainty, and possibly because he was being overly suspicious, he could only chalk it up to an illusion.

Fortunately, when he turned to glance at the person embroidering behind the screen inside the house, his heart steadied a bit.

In the Mixed Martial Arts World, powerful figures were in abundance; thankfully, the strategic step he took to save Dongfang had not been in error.

At least from now on, he would have a powerful ally, and he wouldn’t always be isolated and without support.

Although Dongfang Bubai often appeared indifferent, adopting a cold, aloof demeanor, when those he acknowledged faced danger, he wouldn’t merely stand by and watch.

"I wonder which bastard has paid a fortune to hire Central Plains One Spot Red to assassinate me, damn it! If I catch him, I must beat the shit out of him!"

Jiang Da Li shook the raindrops from his black cloak and strode into the house. Hearing the faint snoring of Wang Yu Yan, who was drunk in the side bedroom, he suddenly thought of someone.

"Could it be that scoundrel, Murong Fu?"

"Shh! Quite likely this hypocrite. The Murong Family certainly has the financial resources to pay a fortune to hire Central Plains One Spot Red. And he has a reason to want me dead."

"But for something this obvious that I can guess might be his doing, it doesn’t quite seem like his style."

Jiang Da Li suddenly clenched his fist, bones cracking loudly as a cold glint flashed in his eyes, "Whether it’s this bastard or not, I’ll assume it’s him—smacking him will not be a mistake!"

He glanced at the autumn rain still falling from the sky.

Jiang Da Li dismissed the idea of returning to Hui Prefecture today.

He summoned the player duo, Yin Feng Double Killers, and handed over the recently imprinted treasure map from the Slaughter Emotion Sword Box belonging to the Lonely Elder, which was concealed in an ancient tomb.

Seeing this, both were overjoyed.

Jiang Da Li instructed indifferently, "The Lonely Elder’s tomb is in a forest not far from Luoyang City, with the most noticeable landmark being a black cauldron in front of the tomb.

After getting the bandits organized, bring some men and follow the direction recorded on the map to enter the ancient tomb. Bring back all the valuable jewels to the Mountain Village.

If anyone dares to rob us, immediately declare my name, Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Da Li. If they resist, notify me at once."

"Yes, chief, rest assured, both of us will complete the task," the married couple among the Yin Feng Double Killers hurriedly bowed to receive the orders.

"Good. Come here! I’ll give you a taste of advantage."

Jiang Da Li beckoned to them.

The Yin Feng Double Killers were surprised but also pleased and obediently stepped forward.

—Swoosh—

Unexpectedly, Jiang Da Li quickly lifted his arms and fiercely pressed on their Dantians.

Just as the two were shocked,

a surge of exceptionally robust Inner Qi flowed instantly from Jiang Da Li’s arms, permeating into their bodies and melding into their Dantians.

Suddenly,

the interface vibrated continuously, issuing notifications.

"You have received Inner Qi from Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Da Li, increasing your Inner Qi capacity limit by 100 points..."

"You have received Inner Qi from Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Da Li, increasing your Inner Qi capacity limit by 200 points..."

"You have received Inner Qi from Black Wind Village Chief..."

After a short period,

Yin Feng Double Killers left the house, their expressions filled with delighted excitement. Their loyalty and sense of belonging to Black Wind Village uncontrollably strengthened.

Both had separately enhanced their Inner Qi limit by 300 points. Though their Power Realms remained unchanged, their total volume of Inner Qi had increased by a full third, which would certainly boost their combat abilities significantly.

The Inner Qi Jiang Da Li transferred contained mixed energies, making it rather difficult to control, especially since it carried a masculine aura. Even after Jiang Da Li had helped them refine and reconcile it a bit,

this disadvantage, which only required time to gradually adapt and transform, was seen as acceptable compared to the significant benefit of increased Inner Qi.

Inside the room, Jiang Da Li’s eyes sparkled as he stared at the attribute template, watching the Nine Yang Marrying Robe True Qi drop by 60 points to 11,040. A satisfied smile gradually spread across his face.

Transferring energy to the Yin Feng Double Killers was not only to boost their combat abilities but also to test his idea of dispersing power to players.

This initial trial felt rather good.

Considering the potency and purity of the Nine Yang Marrying Robe True Qi compared to their ordinary Qi,

even though he deliberately controlled the amount, what he transferred was still an overwhelming force of Inner Qi compared to their normal levels.

After all, one was Alien True Qi, and the other was mere Inner Qi—there were inherent differences.

A mere loss of 60 points of Nine Yang Marrying Robe True Qi to Jiang Da Li was trivial and had virtually no effect.

He ordered someone to prepare a fragrant bath and light a fire.

Opening the Jianghu Forum, Jiang Da Li checked the latest news.

Undoubtedly, he had made a significant impact this time, engaging in a fierce battle with the Thief Commander and the Thief Saint and even facing an assassination attempt by Central Plains One Spot Red.

Such feats, spread widely by the players, instantly boosted the fame of Black Wind Village’s sub-branch in Luoyang.

More players from around Luoyang were attracted, with many immediately dropping their ongoing tasks, rushing from the stations toward Luoyang Sidi Mountain, intent on joining Black Wind Village.

Jiang Da Li was quite pleased seeing this scene.

Not only did the Thief Commander and the Thief Saint want to take things from him, but he also wanted to utilize their fame to further enhance the stature of Black Wind Village.

Moreover, although he had given them the Slaughter Emotion Sword Box,

he had already strategically imprinted a mechanical treasure map from within, ensuring there was virtually no loss.

It wouldn’t be long before the Yin Feng Double Killers would lead a large group of Black Wind Village brothers to empty the Lonely Elder’s tomb.

If any trouble arose, he would let Chu Liu Xiang, who was bound to rush in headfirst, handle the messy situation.

Thinking of this triumphant scenario, Jiang Da Li couldn’t help tapping his fingers on the table, his laughter causing the room to tremble, alarming the recently surrendered mountain bandits outside—they exchanged looks, feeling uneasy and apprehensive.

However, just then, Jiang Da Li’s laughter abruptly stopped as he suspiciously eyed a post on the forum and scoffed.

"Murong Fu..."

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