Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 527 - 0426: With or without affection, ultimate freedom, seeing the mountains as mountains or water! (Added - 14 for monthly tickets)

Chapter 527: 0426: With or without affection, ultimate freedom, seeing the mountains as mountains or water! (Added Chapter 14 for monthly tickets)

The spring waters of Jiang River still flowed tenderly, as the spring breeze carried a lingering hint of winter’s chill.

The words of Jiang Dali, however, were like this chilly spring wind, seemingly gentle in tone yet chilling to the bone.

At least at this moment, the Three Heroes and Five Swords all felt a chill over their entire bodies, their steps to walk past looking tentative and comical, eliciting snickers.

"Heh heh heh, are you still the renowned Three Heroes and Five Swords under the command of Zhu the Great King, whose fame rings loud and clear?

Look at yourselves now, what a state you’re in, like dogs with tails between your legs, no, worse than dogs.

At least a dog still dares to bark at people, but you won’t even bark when you see someone."

A melodious female voice sounded at this moment.

Amid the fluttering fragrance of the breeze, a woman with a charming and seemingly boneless gracefulness approached quietly behind Jiang Dali.

It was Wan Wan.

Wan Wan, even with light makeup and her lips bright and lustrous, was an alluring spirit.

When she appeared, dressed in white, and with the wind, barefoot with jade-like toes, and long hair draped over her black pupils, all eyes couldn’t help but be drawn to her.

The attendants around her, despite having seen her countless times, were still bewitched, longing to look but not daring to, their heads bowed, and hearts racing, reining in their wandering thoughts and feelings.

"Hmph!"

Wan Wan, however, completely ignored everyone else, and when her beautiful eyes fell upon the towering figure of Jiang Dali who had not yet turned, she trembled slightly, her tone seemingly tender but with a hint of coldness.

"Master Jiang, don’t you feel grateful to me for bringing these eight troublemakers to see you?

Even if your heart is as hard as iron, with me considering everything for you and being considerate in my work, even if you don’t feel grateful, shouldn’t you at least turn around and cast a glance at me?

Or do you have a guilty conscience, afraid to look at me?"

"Wan Wan..."

Jiang Dali shook his head, his imposing and domineering figure turned, looked directly into Wan Wan’s affectionate eyes, and said with a faint smile, "From the beginning to the end, whatever I’ve done has been guilt-free, making the right choice under my current circumstances — why wouldn’t I dare to look at you?

You’ve come seeking me again, which means I must indeed have been right."

It was a month ago when Demon Master Pang Ban suddenly attacked Wan Wan.

Wan Wan miraculously recovered her memory.

Therefore, she naturally found it difficult to accept a series of events that had occurred during her amnesia.

Which led her to confront Jiang Dali a good few times.

However, the fact that Wan Wan had regained her memory

was something Jiang Dali had long anticipated.

And his technique "Great Strength One Strike of Tyrant Blade and Compassionate Blade" had already reached the final stage of the ninth realm.

Thus, although Wan Wan’s recovery was expedited due to Pang Ban’s interference and happened sooner than expected,

Jiang Dali’s Emotional Path was not in vain.

In fact, his recent exchanges with the awakened Wan Wan had only furthered his refinement.

The reason being just as Jiang Dali had previously surmised.

The memories from the period of amnesia were like a "seed,"

buried deep within Wan Wan’s mind, constantly affecting her emotions, rationality, and actions.

This made it impossible for Wan Wan to return to her initial state.

On the contrary, the more she fought with Jiang Dali, the more she experienced intertwined feelings of love and hate.

Pang Ban probably never imagined that his destruction not only failed but moreover, it facilitated things even more smoothly.

This was mainly because Jiang Dali’s Emotional Path was almost at an end, about to make the transition from emotion to heartlessness, embarking on a path not unlike Pang Ban’s own.

Thus, even though Wan Wan had regained her memory, it had no negative impact on Jiang Dali, who was on the cusp of this transformation; instead, it fostered the development of the Heartless Path.

It could be said that at the moment when Jiang Dali made his decision, he had already foreseen the outcome of everything he was about to do.

A man like him was never one to be easily captivated by a woman.

That was the conclusion he was capable of foreseeing when he once made his decision.

"You truly have a heart of stone... I should have foreseen it too."

Wan Wan, staring at Jiang Dali with a smile on her lips but a detached expression, felt a chill in her heart but managed a defiant laugh, "But I won’t give up. One day, you will regret it, you will want to find me again.

You think you can walk the Heartless Path?

You are not Pang Ban. In this magnificent world, you’re destined to not walk it alone, but I can help you, you’ll come looking for me! You’ll realize you’ve made a mistake."

Having said that, Wan Wan turned to leave.

But Jiang Dali said, "Actually, I’m curious."

Wan Wan paused in her step and turned her head to listen.

"Since you’ve regained your memory, you should also know about our former hostility, you should be aware of who you once loved, why... "

"For no reason!"

Wan Wan exclaimed defiantly, her eyebrows inverted, her voice quivering slightly, "Do you think my memory is something you can just erase at will?

You think I’d choose Xu Ziling now that I have my memory back?

You think you can control everything?!

Yes, you certainly won, you’ve already taken control of me.

But you will regret it, you’ll definitely regret it!"

Whoosh—

With a last resentful yet longing glance at the frowning Jiang Dali, Wan Wan lightly stepped forward, gracefully departing, her demeanor like a spring shower, tears glistening as they fell, casting a forlorn shadow as if they dyed the whole sky gray.

When I look back on the desolation behind me...

To leave is to be without storm or sunshine.

"I made a mistake?..."

Jiang Dali frowned, staring at the departing figure, murmuring in his heart.