Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 363 - 0298: Powerful Slash to Feng Qingyang (Guaranteed update for monthly ticket)

Chapter 363: 0298: Powerful Slash to Feng Qingyang (Guaranteed update for monthly ticket)

He looked up.

Jiang Dali’s face changed color suddenly.

But he saw a figure between the cliff edges on the west side, displaying supreme, exquisitely graceful Qinggong as it flashed downward.

Even Jiang Dali, who had mastered the Heavenly Dragon Seven Forms, and Kou Zhong, who was extremely skilled in Qinggong, found these steep cliffs extremely difficult to climb and couldn’t descend as gracefully as that person.

However, upon closer inspection, that person would suddenly stab a wooden branch in hand every twenty or thirty yards.

Each time that branch struck the rock face at an angle, it generated Sword Qi, creating a slight buffering force that allowed for regaining energy between the cliffs.

Despite this, such Qinggong that allowed one person with a sword to descend a cliff was still rare in the eyes of Kou Zhong.

"Who would have thought that apart from Mu Renqing and Yuan Chengzhi, who had been missing from the Martial World for many years, Hua Mountain would still have such an expert?"

Kou Zhong stared at the person descending the mountain, his eyes shifting back to Jiang Dali, "But it seems we have taken quite a few treasures from Hua Mountain’s territory, I wonder if this elder will trouble us for it, I don’t know if he has heard of your Black..."

"Shut up!"

Jiang Dali interrupted Kou Zhong with a cold snort, his eyes icy as he said, "Put away your little cleverness; a clever person shouldn’t only play little tricks all day."

Kou Zhong’s face slightly changed, and though he snorted inside and dared not speak out loud, he felt quite suffocated and could only stare at the descending experts, hoping this expert would make the domineering and arrogant Black Wind Village Chief look foolish.

"Valiant spirit and tender heart buried in the vast ocean, Hua Mountain’s Sword Qi sweeps the cold autumn... It must be Mr. Feng Qingyang."

Jiang Dali looked at the tall, white-haired and bearded old man descending the cliff, slightly clasped his hands and said loudly, his voice clearly resonating far and wide.

The elder in flowing robes landed from the cliff, his white hair and beard fluttering in the wind. With his tall stature like an old ape and his clear and lean face full of vitality, he indeed had the presence of a sage, poised and elegant, true to his reputation.

Hearing this, Feng Qingyang chuckled and raised his hand to return the gesture, "I didn’t expect there to be such young people in the Martial World who still remember the old man’s name. Truly shameful. May I ask if you are the renowned Black Wind Village Chief, Master Jiang, recently famed around Hui Prefecture?"

Jiang Dali burst into loud laughter, his voice booming, "I also didn’t expect that Mr. Feng, who is reclusive in Hua Mountain and rarely involves himself in the Martial World, would have heard of this junior’s nickname.

To speak of the majestic Hua Mountain, today, it seems only you, sir, are in this junior’s eyes, a truly regrettable and lamentable fact."

Kou Zhong, who listened to this, really felt like facepalming, thinking: Black Wind Village Chief, you really are a big brother, talking about Hua Mountain having no worthy people right in front of Mr. Feng. Aren’t you just inviting trouble, wanting to compete with Elder Feng? Just please don’t drag me into getting beaten up as well.

However, upon further thought, this was indeed his usual style; to change his straightforward, arrogant, and domineering character would probably mean he was no longer Jiang Dali.

Feng Qingyang, with fluttering robes, approached and laughed without annoyance, nodding, "Your compliment seems to mock the old man for retreating to the mountains and abandoning Hua Mountain.

Hehehe, ever since I took a harsh oath, I have decided not to meddle in Hua Mountain’s affairs. If not for your disturbances here in the past two days that interrupted my tranquil cultivation, I really wouldn’t have bothered coming out."

Having said that, Feng Qingyang looked towards the other side at the Demon Hawk and Divine Phoenix, nodding in appreciation, "Truly two fine birds. Possessing such exotic beasts shows that you, Master Jiang, are no ordinary individual."

He couldn’t help but glance towards the wide-open gate at the rock wall and nodded slightly, expressing his admiration, "A treasure mountain attracts many experts; I had not expected this place to also harbor a cave left by a Martial World predecessor. I wonder which expert left it?"

Jiang Dali crossed his arms across his chest and said with a faint smile, "This is the cave dwelling left behind by the reclusive Master Wuxiang of the Wuxiang Sect, known as Youluan Cave. Mr. Feng, have you heard such rumors in the Martial World?"

"Master Wuxiang of the Wuxiang Sect?"

Feng Qingyang’s expression shifted and he sighed deeply, "The years have passed by. This True Man has probably transcended this world long ago. I only heard of him when I was young, before I even became a disciple of Huashan."

"Indeed, Elder Feng truly has a good temperament and integrity. Hearing about a treasure yet remaining unmoved—I thought he would be eager to fight upon hearing there was a treasure involved, but it seems that won’t be the case now."

Kou Zhong observed the conversation between the two and muttered to himself in his mind.

At that moment, Duan Zhengchun stepped forward with clasped hands and bowed, "This Mr. Feng, I am Duan Zhengchun from the Dali Duan Family, the Prince Zhen Nan. I have also heard my brother mention Elder Feng of Huashan. I never expected I would have the honor of meeting you in person today. Please accept my respects!"

"Oh?"

Feng Qingyang looked at Duan Zhengchun with surprise and sized him up. Given his long experience in the Martial World, Feng Qingyang could see Duan Zhengchun’s current predicament at a glance. However, he had long vowed not to meddle in the affairs of the Martial World.

Knowing Duan Zhengchun’s intentions, he merely smiled faintly and nodded, "I am now but a hermit who has withdrawn from the world, and the names of my past are not worth mentioning. It is surprising, however, to see you, the Prince Zhen Nan of Dali, at Huashan today. Ha ha ha, Huashan seems quite bustling today. Unfortunately, I now prefer tranquility over fame and fortune."

"Elder..."

Duan Zhengchun stood up wanting to speak. Seeing Feng Qingyang’s expression, he realized that the elder clearly had no intention of intervening on his behalf with just a few words, and he felt a sudden urgency.

Jiang Dali snorted coldly, grabbed Duan Zhengchun, lifting and throwing him behind him as he coldly shouted, "You philanderer, I ought to capture you to repay your debts of debauchery. What, you’re unwilling to repay? Still hoping for Elder Feng to rescue someone as disloyal and frivolous as you?"

Duan Zhengchun, after being so tossed by Jiang Dali, flew back as if riding the clouds and barely landed without face-planting into the mud, his pride nearly shattered, his body seething with anger.

However, he was acupointed and truly powerless to resist at that moment, so he could only look towards Feng Qingyang.

Feng Qingyang shook his head and sighed, "I no longer concern myself with affairs of the Martial World, but there is still one matter I would like to discuss with Master Jiang. If I can receive an answer, I shall be satisfied."

"Oh?"

Jiang Dali chuckled darkly, "Does Mr. Feng wish to inquire about that hypocrite, the Sect Leader of Huashan, Yue Buqun? What? I detained Yue Buqun and had Ling Hu Chong take over managing Huashan. Is the elder perhaps dissatisfied with such arrangements?"

At these words, Duan Zhengchun, who had been despondent up till now, suddenly brightened up, feeling as if dawn had broken through the dark.

Feng Qingyang smiled wryly, "Chong’er and I are alike, neither of us adept at leveraging cunning to manage a sect. Sitting in the position of Sect Leader of Huashan must also be a reluctant necessity for him."

Although I am no longer of Hua Mountain, I would not concern myself with these matters, yet Yue Buqun and Ning Zhongze were once my disciples.

Ning implored me to leave my seclusion days ago, to rescue Yue Buqun from your Black Wind Village.

After I refused, Ning knelt at the Cliff of Remorse for many days without rising.

Now that I have met you, Master Jiang, I must ask what you intend to do with Yue Buqun. Do you plan to imprison him for life?"

It was then that Jiang Dali sensed his interface shake, as if a mission was triggered.

He discreetly checked it.

"Feng Qingyang’s Face"

Mission Details: Hindered by Ning Zhongze’s persistent pleas, you find yourself unexpectedly meeting Feng Qingyang today, who pleads for Yue Buqun’s release. If you let Yue Buqun go, you may gain Feng Qingyang’s favor and owe him a debt.

Mission Requirements: Agree to Feng Qingyang’s request and release Yue Buqun.

Rewards: Feng Qingyang’s Favor 300, Instruction from Feng Qingyang.

Note: (Feng Qingyang has vowed to withdraw from the Martial World and will not intervene in any matters unless absolutely provoked.)

Jiang Dali glanced at the mission and immediately rejected it, laughing coldly, "Yue Buqun, with his crooked heart, dares covet my Black Wind Village. I am sparing him by merely imprisoning him, which is his fortune already.

But since Mr. Feng, you have pleaded, I might give him a chance. I have long heard of your Dugu Nine Swords, inherited from the elder, Dugu Qiubai.

That elder’s name in the Martial World has become legendary, and I regret never having met him. Ling Hu Chong’s Dugu Nine Swords are formidable, but not yet matured, lacking the true essence.

However, Elder Feng’s swordless technique has piqued my interest!"

No sooner had he finished speaking!

A buzzing sound resonated!

Behind Jiang Dali, the Golden Nine-Ring Saber trembled alarmingly, unleashing a formidable Sword Intent in the valley.

"That Sword Intent again."

Kou Zhong’s eyes narrowed, gripping Moon in the Well tightly, his eyes gleaming.

"Let them fight, let them fight!"

Duan Zhengchun clenched his fists in the background, whispering excitedly to himself.

Yet Feng Qingyang smiled, still light as a feather, as he suddenly grabbed a small, dry twig from the ground.

Jiang Dali’s face was stern, maintaining a fierce and unstoppable Sword Intent, his eyes brilliant, "In the past, a senior transmitted to me the domineering Sword Intent of the Affectionate Blade.

I’ve merged the Affectionate Blade with my Powerful Slash.

The Powerful Dynamic needs strength to support it; great strength to propel the overwhelming Sword Force.

Yet, this is ultimately about the combination of intention and moves.

I once fought with Ling Hu Chong, he almost killed me with a single strike, but doing so would cost him his arm, so he gave up.

Today, I’d like to see how you would break this strike of mine if you managed to."

Jiang Dali’s burly and elongated palm suddenly clasped the long hilt behind him, his spirit concentrated, he suddenly roared and slashed!

Clang!

The dazzling golden Sword Light flashed under the sun like a radiant sunbeam.

Kou Zhong and Duan Zhengchun both shouted and couldn’t help but avert their eyes, tears streaming.

Bang!!

The ground trembled violently under Jiang Dali’s black war boots, as the dazzling Sword Light with an overwhelming force furiously cut through.

With his spirit and Sword Force condensed, that strike was like the air around becoming solid, turning into crazy sweeping Sword Qi that enveloped everything.

Like the arrival of spring when countless plants brutishly break through the soil, the warm current melts the ice on rocks, myriad flowers bloom competing for beauty, and the air is filled with vivacity and madness, unstoppable!

If the domineering Affectionate Blade is a tender slice of early spring, stealthily arriving, pervasive, slowly but surely advancing, new grass grinning effusively, willows melancholically swaying...

Then Jiang Dali’s Affectionate Blade is truly a forceful blade, a Powerful Slash.

It’s the rising sun in an indignant spring, the vast spring winds, torrential spring rains, wildly tearing apart all ice layers, warming all cold streams, breaking through all hard soil, sweeping everything away!

In that instant...

Even Kou Zhong and Duan Zhengchun, who were not directly in the line of fire, felt their whole bodies, including their spirits, suppressed and enveloped by the massive Sword Intent, unable to move.

Their eyes wide, bodies bristling with fear, they dared not stir, fearing that any movement would get them shredded by the dense Sword Qi like sprouting grass breaks through frozen ground.

But Feng Qingyang was still smiling.

Yet in his smile, there was more appreciation and amazement, as the twig in his hand became the brush of a painter amidst spring, starting to flourish liberally...

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