Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 405 - 0332: The Knife Taught by Ding Peng (10,000 words, additional 26 for monthly ticket)

Chapter 405: 0332: The Knife Taught by Ding Peng (10,000 words, additional 26 for monthly ticket)

"Queen Yin escaped, Black Wind Village Chief gains another formidable enemy; Demon Sect’s Yin Gui Sect might form an alliance with Lingjiu Palace, Power Gang, Qianluo Mountain City!"

"Black Wind Village Chief’s numerous injustices will lead to his self-destruction; Sword Lord Jun Lingtian has already headed to Power Gang, the Black Slaughter Alliance might rely on Power Gang as a backer."

"The village chief, heedless of the hate that might lead to his downfall, will eventually be killed by Players!"

With the escape of Queen Yin, Zhu Yu Yan, the Jianghu Forum suddenly filled with voices downplaying Black Wind Village.

Driven by these voices, Black Wind Village seemed to be fraught with enemies everywhere.

It made several Players in Yunzhou who originally intended to join Black Wind Village hesitate, feeling as if the village chief was on a path to a desperate end, overwhelmed by enemies, potentially leading to a mass attack that could finish him off.

In fact, to the Players, that was indeed the case.

The relationship between BOSS and Players could possibly be harmonious.

But more often, they stood in absolute opposition to each other.

No matter how strong the Black Wind Village Chief was, as the Players’ abilities had also strengthened, many from the internal test had now entered the Inner Qi Realm, with even hundreds stepping into the Outer Qi Realm, and a minority of about a dozen reaching the Bursting Energy Realm.

As so many Players grew stronger, more and more began to set their sights on the BOSS they had once dared not challenge.

Undoubtedly, the Black Wind Village Chief was also one of the ultimate goals for many Players.

Previously, when Players were scattered like sand, no one dared to think about challenging the Black Wind Village Chief.

However, with the emergence of the Black Slaughter Alliance, this scattered sand was united, instantly bolstering the confidence and morale of those eager to move.

"Hehehe... Black Slaughter Alliance, Ren Xuan, Yuan Xiaoyao, Jun Lingtian and others are indeed not ones to be underestimated, all looking to Power Gang for backing."

Jiang Dali looked at the turbulent state of affairs on Jianghu Forum, his gaze deep and tinged with a cold sneer.

In his view, just the Black Slaughter Alliance alone wasn’t much.

But this player guild formed by Ren Xuan and Jun Lingtian in just a few days wasn’t simple at all.

Even the cultivation techniques and weapons that the Black Slaughter Alliance was using to motivate its member Players were not something Ren Xuan and others could produce on such a large scale; it very likely had backing from another powerful force looking to capitalize.

That implied that there might be a massive player force lurking behind, likely one of the Four Great Families.

That is to say, after so long, the Families had not given up on him due to his growing strength; on the contrary, they were greedier.

However, he wasn’t worried about this.

For the Families to think of reaching out to him was still too naive.

Even now, the visibly strongest Player who received the true transmission from Wudang Zhang Sanfeng, One God, had just reached the Bursting Energy Realm; he could at most match Ting Shui, but couldn’t withstand his punch.

"The Families think they have a play, but I have my own as well."

Jiang Dali perked his ears, hearing footsteps approaching from behind.

"Village Chief!"

Players Ning Su and Li Jianfeng came together, both looking toward the front at Jiang Dali standing like a mountain, his majestic figure inspiring awe, feeling quite tense and apprehensive.

With the escape of Queen Yin, they both knew the village chief’s mood wasn’t good and dared not say much.

But the village chief had ordered them to come tonight, and they dared not disobey.

However, Ning Su also brought news, and upon seeing Jiang Dali turning without a sullen face, she spoke out.

"Village Chief, Little Knife has arrived—the one from Tyrant Hall."

Jiang Dali nodded, "Why didn’t you bring him directly to me?"

"Yes!"

Upon hearing this from Jiang Dali, Ning Su immediately got up, turned around, and left without another word.

For she knew when Jiang Dali asked in this manner, he intended to meet Little Knife.

As such, she just needed to be responsible for bringing Little Knife over.

Heartbroken Little Knife was sitting in the guest hall of the mountain villa.

Though sitting, his hands seemed to be tightly gripping something, causing the veins on the back of his hands to bulge like dead snakes.

But there was nothing in his hands.

The shape of his hands suggested he was holding a knife.

However, his knife was actually slung diagonally at his waist.

His eyes were also constantly fixed on his hands, as if pondering, at times clear, and at times confused.

He was undoubtedly a strange person.

Such people were very rare among Players.

If not for the black nickname hovering over his head, the Players in the mountain villa would have mistaken this odd person for a native NPC.

When he walked up the mountain from the foot of the mountain, his hands were tightly clenched like this, as if holding an invisible knife, possibly ready to violently harm someone at any moment.

The patrolling Players in the mountain villa nearly mistook him for an enemy and initiated an attack.

But they were instantly intimidated by the Sword Intent he released, and then easily sent flying by his seemingly clenched hands as if hitting a watermelon.

Upon recognizing Heartbroken Little Knife, senior Players like Ning Su invited him to sit down inside the mountain villa.

And since sitting down, Heartbroken Little Knife had maintained this bizarre posture, clasping at nothing.

Ning Su entered the living room and saw this peculiar Little Knife, not underestimating him in the least, instead filled with awe and curiosity.

She had heard of Heartbroken Little Knife before.

Before she even joined the mountain village, this person had already killed many Internal Test Players from Black Wind Village with nothing but a sword. Later, the village chief had personally captured and imprisoned him.

The players who warranted the village chief’s intervention were few, and those who were imprisoned by the village chief were even rarer, consisting mostly of some formidable players from the early days.

Yet Heartbroken Little Knife was one of the top few among these individuals.

"The village chief wants to meet you!"

Ning Su uttered just this sentence.

Heartbroken Little Knife immediately stood up and, with folded hands, walked toward Ning Su.

"Why do you always clasp your hands like this? Don’t you think it’s ridiculous? Even if you want to practice the sword, there’s no need to be so bizarre, right?"

Ning Su couldn’t help but ask as she led the way, almost blurting out "You’re really pretending to be cool."

Such weirdness would be understandable if it were from a native NPC behaving strangely.

But the person in front of her was a player.

"You wouldn’t understand."

Heartbroken Little Knife rarely responded with those three words.

Curious, Ning Su asked, "Understand what? Is it Forget Oneself? The village chief once mentioned you to me. He said you were one of the most talented among the Abnormal People, having grasped the Forget Self Realm. What is this Forget Self Realm?"

Ning Su was usually ice-cold in front of others and rarely spoke so much.

But anything mentioned by the village chief seemed to spark her interest, and when interested, she couldn’t help but talk more.

Heartbroken Little Knife only said, "If you don’t understand, you don’t; if you understand, you do."

At this point, Ning Su did not know what to say anymore, only muttering the words, "Pretense!"

Afterward, she reverted to her aloof demeanor, ignoring Heartbroken Little Knife and focusing on leading the way.

She did not believe that such an eccentric person could surpass her by much, especially in the Qinggong that she took pride in.

Players had indeed been formidable in the past, but times change.

As the captain of the Personal Guard of the Black Wind Village Chief, she was considered a close bodyguard.

Receiving personal instruction from the village chief and grooming daily, her strength was among the top five in a village teeming with powerful players. She believed there were few players outside who could surpass her.

Her powerful, long legs carried her swiftly as she sprinted, moving through the woods like a wild goose.

Although the Wild Goose Formation was not known for its speed, after reaching level seven, a single leap covered a distance of five to six fathoms. With continuous leaps, the sustained speed was astonishing.

Yet Heartbroken Little Knife followed like a flying knife, with movements simple and direct. His legs ran and maneuvered effortlessly, occasionally leaping. It looked like a straightforward run without unnecessary flair, but his speed was not slow, always keeping pace behind her.

Ning Su ran faster and faster.

Yet, she found she could not shake off Heartbroken Little Knife.

Just as she was surprised and somewhat unwilling to accept it, the loud sound of a waterfall indicated they were at the cliff’s edge.

"Village Chief! The person is here."

Ning Su immediately calmed her mind and respectfully approached Jiang Dali.

Jiang Dali nodded slightly but was surprised as he looked at the still clasped hands of Little Knife.

It was now the night after the snow had stopped. The branches of the pine trees around them were laden with thick, down-like snow hanging heavily. The cold moonlight seemed colder than the snow as it shone in the mountains.

Yet, at this moment, Little Knife appeared like a flame, stark against the chilly scenery, his fiery eyes igniting like two blazes upon seeing Jiang Dali.

His hands, which he had been clasping the whole time, were now clenched as if gripping a torch, tightly held, with his arms tensing and bulging, his whole body seeming to surge with a flame called Battle Intent.

Jiang Dali smiled, hands behind his back, he casually said, "It seems you still remember being defeated by me. But now, the gap between us has grown even greater; you have even less hope of defeating me. However, it seems you have made significant strides under Ding Peng’s tutelage."

"Defeat... you?"

Li Jianfeng and Ning Su looked at the village chief as if they were hearing a joke, then turned to look at Heartbroken Little Knife.

A player defeating the village chief?

Impossible.

Absolutely impossible!

Heartbroken Little Knife’s eyes gradually became pure and dark, and he calmly said, "Master Ding taught me a lot. He knew I was coming to see you and taught me a type of saber!"

"Oh?"

Jiang Dali was surprised and suddenly interested, "It seems your relationship with Ding Peng is not bad, for him to be willing to teach you sword skills. In that case, I was right to let you leave back then. What kind of saber did he teach you?"

Jiang Dali’s gaze fell on the hands of Heartbroken Little Knife, clenched and suspended in mid-air.

He understood what Heartbroken Little Knife meant.

Ding Peng had only taught Heartbroken Little Knife one type of ’saber,’ not a saber technique or skill, but something ineffable between Sword Intent, saber skill, and saber—a thing called ’saber’ and also termed ’path.’

Despite not knowing exactly how Ding Peng had managed to teach this ineffable thing to Heartbroken Little Knife,

he now, indeed, wanted to meet the owner of Moon Villa—Demonic Saber Ding Peng...

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