Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 393 - 0322: A peerless fierce knife also needs a fierce person to forge, Troublemaker (Extra for 24 monthly tickets)

Chapter 393: 0322: A peerless fierce knife also needs a fierce person to forge, Troublemaker (Extra for 24 monthly tickets)

The moment Jiang Dali heard the melodious and beautiful flute sound, he glanced at Shuanglong’s reaction and instantly knew that Feixuan from Cihang Jingzhai had arrived.

As for the women of Cihang Jingzhai, he neither liked nor disliked them. He had never had any contact with them. As long as they didn’t provoke him, he was indifferent.

However, information he had heard about in his previous life and analyses from other players through ancient texts had enlightened him.

This so-called holy land of Cihang Jingzhai was not as simple as it appeared on the surface. They often wandered between many countries, showing up wherever there was chaos.

So much so that Jiang Dali had once boldly speculated whether Cihang Jingzhai might be a power fostered by a favored princess in the harem of the Holy Dynasty, or even directly by the Empress Dowager, to balance out the vassal states and alleviate concerns for the Emperor.

His gaze shifted towards the distant mountains, and there he saw a woman on the mountainside, her face veiled lightly with gauze, playing the flute. Her figure was elegant, truly embodying the sense of a banished immortal descending to earth with skin fair as jade.

By now, many players from Black Wind Village had also spotted the woman on the opposite mountain, each vaguely guessing her identity.

Suddenly, some players, who were easily carried away, became excited.

"Shit, it’s Feixuan, the top technician from Cihang Jingzhai. I heard she was once close to our Xu Duozhu. If our village chief captures this ice beauty, that’d be awesome."

"God damn it, top technician, so what? It’s the village chief who’d enjoy it, what’s it to you? Are you daring enough to meddle with Xu Duozhu?"

"Our village chief doesn’t like such delicate ladies, besides, hasn’t he already captured Tong Lao? Isn’t that satisfying enough? Feixuan could just be captured and locked up in Black Prison to entertain us; surely she would attract a lot of likeminded brothers to join our Black Wind Village!"

"Hey, move it, move it; you beasts scared Feixuan away."

Amidst the discussions, the sound of the flute at the mountain waist ceased, and Feixuan’s silhouette flickered, suddenly vanishing into the forest like a fleeting glimpse of a fairy, only to be admired from afar and not to be blasphemed.

"Hmph, playing mysterious! Next time you play, come play in my village! Don’t just provoke my village’s proud men from afar."

Jiang Dali watched as Feixuan disappeared, snorted coldly, and shouted a warning.

His voice thundered like a blast, carrying far across to the opposite mountaintop, shattering the ethereal atmosphere created by the flute, completely spoiling the scenery.

Kou Zhong couldn’t help but laugh, finding the Black Wind Village Chief sometimes detestable but sometimes quite to his taste.

Xu Ziling appeared embarrassed and coughed lightly, explaining, "Village chief, Feixuan wouldn’t act without meaning. Since she appeared, she probably has urgent matters to discuss with me."

Jiang Dali’s eyes flickered as he stared at Xu Ziling, "No matter what it is, you must not leave your post. If she has matters to discuss, can’t she come to our Wuliang Mountain Village? Is she scared I’d eat her?"

With that remark, Jiang Dali’s heart had already begun to harbor dislike for this woman from Cihang Jingzhai.

If Feixuan had appeared upfront, talked about any matters frankly, or even just farted and left if there was nothing to say, he wouldn’t have thought anything of it.

Now, with her provoking from a distance and then disappearing after making her presence known, it was clear she was baiting Xu Ziling, her subordinate, into a secret rendezvous.

Who knows what seductive words this demoness from Cihang Jingzhai would speak, perhaps even coming specifically to neutralize the Three Corpses Brain God Pill in Xu Ziling’s body.

In any case, such sneaky and elusive behavior indicated something fishy was going on.

"Next time such provocation occurs, I’ll just kill directly! Or just as those whispering players said, lock her up to entertain guests!"

Jiang Dali coldly commanded Xu Ziling and Kou Zhong to organize the battlefield and settle the defectors.

Then, surrounded by his personal guard, he returned to the Wuliang Sword Sect.

"Is Tianshan Tonglao healed?"

"Reporting to the village chief, Tong Lao has been healed."

A subordinate reported.

"Good."

Jiang Dali nodded, his eyes cold, "Change her into clean, presentable clothes and bring her to me later. Also, has Ironsmith Zhang arrived? Send him in to see me."

"Yes!"

Shortly after.

Ironsmith Zhang Tongwei, carrying the scent of metal and accompanied by two apprentices, walked briskly in, knelt respectfully on one knee, and then looked up at Jiang Dali, seated imposingly like a small mountain.

"Zhang Tongwei. Get up, come over and look at my treasure."

Jiang Dali caressed the Golden-Backed Nine-Ring Great Saber in his hands, the blade twisted and the edge curled, speaking in a deep voice.

Zhang Tongwei immediately stood up and moved closer, catching sight of the distorted Golden Nine-Ring Blade in Jiang Dali’s hands, drawing a sharp breath.

The Golden Nine-Ring Blade was forged by him.

He knew exactly what materials were used.

The weight of the blade itself was over ninety pounds.

To be deformed by brute force into such a state was unthinkable—what kind of monstrous power could it have been?

Jiang Dali passed the saber over, saying, "I’ll give you ten days. I need this blade to be better, more suitable for this village chief. Any demands you have, just state them; I will do my utmost to fulfill them."

Zhang Tongwei’s face changed, he took the heavy saber with difficulty, and asked tentatively, concerned, "May I ask, village chief, how much better do you mean?"

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, the laughter causing the beams to tremble lightly.

He slapped his hand on the armrest and spoke coldly, "At the very least, it should be a Second Grade Weapon, weighing at least two hundred pounds. It must be tough, hard, and durable enough to match someone like me! Can you manage that?"

"This... this..."

Zhang Tongwei’s lips quivered, his legs went weak, and he dropped to his knees.

However, as soon as he was on his knees, Jiang Dali raised him up with a slap, his eyes fierce as a tiger, he coldly rebuked, "Useless! The man forging blades for me must be as tough as iron. Only then can the blade be considered a peerless fierce saber. Continue being a weakling, and I’ll have you kneeling forever!"

With that, Jiang Dali picked up Zhang Tongwei and shouted, "Stand firm!"

"Village... village chief!"

Zhang Tongwei was terrified and struggled to say, "Nowadays, with second-grade weapons, if provided with similar-grade weapon materials, Tongwei can attempt to forge them. But a peerless fierce saber weighing two hundred kilograms... this is not something an ordinary person can craft. There is only one way, but it will require your efforts, village chief!"

"Oh?" Jiang Dali was intrigued, his gaze gleaming, "Speak!"

Zhang Tongwei took a deep breath, his eyes gradually becoming bright and fervent, "To forge a peerless fierce saber, the strength of a mighty warrior is needed. During the initial formation stage of the blade, village chief, you must personally strike and forge it."

"Oh?"

Jiang Dali narrowed his eyes and nodded slowly, "Interesting, interesting. You’re right. Since it’s a blade for the village chief, it must suit me alone. Only I can truly wield it perfectly."

Zhang Tongwei continued fervently, "Furthermore, for the peerless fierce saber, when the blade is completed, it will require the powerful Sword Intent to nurture the blade’s spirit. If needed, even... the blood of a great swordsman must be used to quench the blade, to consider it truly successful."

"Oh?" Jiang Dali was moved, sensing somewhat of a demonic extremity to this method.

Regardless of Sword Intent or a swordsman’s blood, he was indeed a candidate.

If still not enough, Jiang Dali actually had someone in mind to meet soon.

Immediately nodding, "This method will work. Go ahead and start the preparations. As for the second-grade weapon, I have a Spirit Snake Sword right here. Take it, melt it, and accomplish my peerless fierce saber! Go!"

"Yes!"

Zhang Tongwei immediately bowed, picked up the blade in one hand, and summoned two apprentices to help him carry it away.

"Saber!"

Jiang Dali closed his eyes, imagining the form of the saber he desired, and also thought of the swordsman he wanted to see next. His mind soon filled with a sea of sword light and Saber Qi.

"Wonder if the saber from ’One Night Listening to Spring Rain in a Small Tower’ could be considered peerless? Can it withstand my Powerful Slash?"

...

At a certain concave land below Wuliang Mountain.

After the monks from Tianlong Temple came down the mountain, they met a Taoist Nun holding a whisk, beautiful in appearance. Beside the nun, surprisingly, were Zhu Danchen and other household guards of the Dali Duan Family, familiar figures to Jiang Dali.

The group gathered to discuss.

"This Black Wind Village Chief, to propose such unreasonable demands! It’s truly detestable and hateful!"

The Taoist Nun said, frowning, her expression indignant, "Our Emperor of the Duan Family rules with benevolence, renowned across the land.

If we agree to such outrageous demands from these bandits, letting a group of unruly mountain bandits rampage across Dali Duan Family’s lands, causing the people to suffer, would it not be our fault? Even if Zheng Chun knows about it, he would decidedly not agree."

Ben Se sighed upon hearing this, "Princess’s empathy for the people of Dali and her generous heart is indeed a blessing for our people.

But now, with the Prince missing, unknown whether alive or dead, if this spreads, it will make the Dali Royal Family a laughingstock, and the citizens will be even more worried and fearful.

Therefore, the Prince still needs us to put in our full effort for his rescue, and we cannot simply give up. I shall quickly write a letter to the Emperor, explaining the pros and cons, and then promptly discuss countermeasures."

"Considering the strength that the Black Wind Village Chief has shown, it’s beyond what ordinary people in the world can contend with, I fear even if Ben Yin, my fellow disciple, and I work together, we might still not be able to defeat him,"

Ben Yin shook his head, "Unless we provoke him further, and invite two or three more brother monks here, we might have a chance. Now, as it pertains to the safety of the Prince and the affairs of the Dali State, we can’t afford any loss of dignity or manners, even if we become the subject of ridicule, it will have to be us monks who bear it."

"This..." Dao Baifeng furrowed her brows, "If we call for more masters like Ben Kong, the Black Wind Village Chief is not foolish, he might not agree."

Ben Se pondered, "We only need to let the Emperor expand and enrich those conditions he has offered a bit, considering the Black Wind Village Chief’s arrogant and betting nature, he might just give it a try.

But the distance from here to Tianlong Temple is long, and it took us five days to get here. I fear any delay might lead to complications..."

As everyone was in discussion, suddenly a sword chant and a serene Sword Intent suddenly came from outside the valley, instantly causing everyone’s color to change, as if a flash of sword light passed before their eyes, making their skin prickle.

A clear, ethereal female voice also came from outside the valley at that time.

"Cihang Jingzhai’s Princess Feixuan, pays respect to two masters of Tianlong Temple and Princess Duan!"

Everyone was visibly moved.

"Women from Cihang Jingzhai?"

Dao Baifeng’s face turned cold, her heart secretly said, "Could it be that my lecherous and philandering old ghost has also dallied with a floozy from Cihang Jingzhai? Is this another quest for a romantic debt?"

Both masters, Ben Se and Ben Yin, thought of this point almost at the same time, and they looked towards Dao Baifeng, whose face was cold as ice.

They then promptly reverted to meditation, waiting for Dao Baifeng to decide...

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(Second update, over ten thousand words today. Asking for monthly tickets and recommendation tickets! Throw recommendation tickets quickly, will update more!)