Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 585 - 0479: The Quiet Ascent Up the Mountain with the Promotion of Martial World Status (Update with Guaranteed Minimum, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Chapter 585: 0479: The Quiet Ascent Up the Mountain with the Promotion of Martial World Status (Update with Guaranteed Minimum, Seeking Monthly Tickets)

Jiang Dali’s so-called Mountain Worshiping claim came out.

The Shaolin monks all changed their expressions.

All the leading high monks had faces as grim as water.

The heroes from various sects didn’t know what kind of expression to make, their faces lively and colorful.

You, the Black Wind Village Chief, dare to challenge the Martial Arts of the Shaolin Grandmasters?

Your audacity knows no bounds, to presume further would be risking the total annihilation of Shaolin.

And you say you admire Shaolin? The Shaolin high monks should really thank you!

At the same time.

Almost six thousand Black Wind Village Players gathered here. Along with even more Eight Desolates Disciples from all over the world, they were all excitedly shouting and calling out, clamoring to see the high moves of the Shaolin disciples.

With tens of thousands of people shouting in unison, the imposing momentum truly shook the fields around.

Witnessing this momentum, the people from various sects were all shocked.

Some quick thinkers couldn’t help but wonder if the Black Wind Village Chief was intentionally trying to disgrace the Shaolin Abbot in front of the people of the Martial World and humiliate the sect’s reputation, before seizing the moment of Shaolin’s weakness to orchestrate a coordinated attack?

The group of Shaolin monks were all thinking the same thing.

Even the Law Enforcement Monk who was currently punishing Xuan Ci hesitated, his staff blows naturally growing lighter.

However, upon seeing this, Xuan Ci felt a grief rising from his heart.

Only feeling that today he had completely lost his reputation and dignity.

Even though he didn’t wish to spare himself, he sternly commanded the Law Enforcement Monk to show no mercy.

"Amitabha Buddha!!"

Xuan Sheng chanted the Buddha’s name, stepped forward, and looked toward Jiang Dali, "Master Jiang, your Black Wind Village has had no grievances with our Shaolin. Are you truly intent on eradicating us today?"

"Eradicate?"

Jiang Dali casually lifted his hand, "This tall hat, I, the village chief, am too scared to wear it even with my audacity.

According to what I know, your Shaolin also holds a minor competition every three years, and a major one every five.

You also often send martial monks to other sects for sparring.

So what?

Today I, as the village chief, lead my brothers to exchange and make friends with your Shaolin, and Xuan Sheng refuses such a grand competition because he looks down on Black Wind Village? Or are you unwilling to agree to such a match?"

"Correct, does your Shaolin look down on the people of Black Wind Village? Do you disdain the heroes of the world?"

"Or do the Shaolin disciples acknowledge they can’t match the Black Wind Village Mountain bandits, hence the fear to fight?"

"The Shaolin disciples are so sanctimonious, always delighted by the sight of beautiful women. Even nuns are agreeable for improving your mood. Are you still willing to fight?"

Hearing their village chief’s words, the Black Wind Village Players laughed loudly and followed in the commotion, their Battle Intent soaring.

Meanwhile, many a Shaolin disciple Player glared angrily, feeling subjected to an immense humiliation, all looking toward Xuan Sheng and imploring permission to fight.

After exchanging a glance with the two brothers by his side, Xuan Sheng nodded at Jiang Dali, "Since Master Jiang, you truly wish to train the disciples, then I, as an old monk, shall tentatively agree.

However, I do wonder, Master Jiang, you’ve brought a vast number of people exceeding ten thousand, how do you propose we compete?"

As he uttered these words, he had already cleared the strategy in his mind.

Feeling that now, although knowing that Jiang Dali was undertaking an open plot, they had to agree to it.

The opponent’s initiative in bringing Murong Bo already put the Shaolin Abbot Xuan Ci in disrepute, seemingly scheming from the start.

Now at this step, at the opponent’s call to arms, tens of thousands of Abnormal People respond, the momentum frightening.

Even if the strength of the Abnormal People was lacking,

If ten thousand Abnormal People truly invaded Shaolin, even if the temple itself wouldn’t suffer, casualties would be inevitable.

At present, only by accepting the conditions of Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali could they stabilize the situation and see what he was really plotting.

"Heh heh heh, a competition involving thousands should naturally be as grand as possible."

Jiang Dali smiled faintly, pointing towards the foot of the mountain.

"In fact, I have set up twenty competition arenas at the base of the mountain, waiting for a fair match between the disciples of our two forces."

The Shaolin monks were all astonished.

A number stepped onto the stone path, looking down the mountain.

They truly discovered that the open space at the base of the mountain had indeed been erected with twenty arenas.

In comparison, many Shaolin Players were not surprised; they had already learned of this situation through the Jianghu Forum.

However, at this moment, some who had previously planned to deliberately lose the matches, were now feeling so slighted by Shaolin’s belittlement that they didn’t want to lose, wishing to regain some dignity for themselves.

This development had not escaped Jiang Dali’s expectations.

Within Shaolin, not all monks were sanctimonious Eight Desolates Disciples.

Moreover, even if they were Eight Desolates Disciples, in such a situation where their sect was insulted, there were definitely many who just wanted to stand up for themselves, not willing to suppress their pride for the sake of benefits.

After all, the fundamental nature of Eight Desolates Disciples was first as Players.

And the essence of a Player was to entertain, to first and foremost enjoy themselves.

If they were unhappy, then no amount of benefits would mean anything.

Inside Shaolin, at this moment many Shaolin Players’ morale was surging, one after another calling for battle, and this stirred up many vigorous native monks to join in the battle request.

Seeing this, Xuan Sheng no longer avoided or hesitated, loudly requesting that representatives of various sects who had come be witnesses, and then sent his disciple with a staff down the mountain to fight in the arena against the numerous Black Wind Village Mountain bandits.

In this manner, the most amusing and grand arena competition in the history of the Martial World was born.

An arena competition primarily involving Players was thus created, facilitated by Jiang Dali.

Experts from various sects all surged down the mountain to witness this peculiar contest.

Mountain bandits and Shaolin monks together on an arena for combat?

These two identities were colliding in such a setting,

As if disciples from two reputable sects were sparring with each other.

That strange sense of contradiction was simply mind-boggling!

And compared to the feeling of being dumbstruck,

The moment the Black Wind Village Players stepped onto the arena, they all felt an incredibly intense sense of refreshment and exhilaration.

There was an inexplicable sense of achievement and unparalleled pride.

Looking back on the despair when he first joined Black Wind Village.

The inferiority he felt when mocked by friends who had joined famous sects.

The joy of seeing the Mountain Village grow stronger...

Until later, when many people in the Martial World began to envy and resent his pride.

And then today...

Standing on the arena.

Sparring with Shaolin disciples, while representatives from many other famous sects watched from below.

This promotion in status, this transformation, shattered the last vestige of humility tied to the identity of Black Wind Village Mountain bandits.

...

"Xuan Ci has passed away, and Ye Erniang has also killed herself."

While the Mountain Worshiping Arena at the foot of the mountain was in full swing.

Lu Xiaofeng floated down from the mountain and looked at Jiang Dali.

"I know."

Jiang Dali’s gaze shifted toward the Shaolin High Monks rushing down the mountain path, including Xuzhu’s figure, which was a mix of sorrow and anger, and the corner of his mouth slightly lifted.

Xuan Ci’s end was just like in his previous life.

The man was truly a warrior, choosing to endure a beating to death rather than yielding to pity, no doubt because he couldn’t live with the disgrace.

However, this still couldn’t erase his sins.

A leader is a leader,

Not only causing Xiao Feng’s family to disperse at the start, but also turning a blind eye these many years as Ye Erniang wreaked havoc in the Martial World, stealing other people’s children. If someone claimed Xuan Ci was truly compassionate, that would be utterly ridiculous.

But none of this had anything to do with Jiang Dali...

Lu Xiaofeng observed Jiang Dali’s calm expression and cleared his throat, one hand propping up the other as he touched his mustache, frowning. "I feel like you didn’t come to Shaolin just to help Xiao Feng. What exactly are you planning?

This Mountain Worshiping Arena only seems to bring you trouble with Shaolin, it doesn’t seem to offer any other benefits.

Are you keeping something from me?"

"Lu Xiaofeng is indeed Lu Xiaofeng..."

A smile appeared on Jiang Dali’s lips as he looked toward Wang Yuyan, who was being escorted by the Xuanming Two Elders from one platform to another.

He even spotted figures like Tyrant Hall’s Ting Shui.

At this moment, these people, having spent their Black Wind Friendship Points, chose to step onto the arena and face Shaolin Martial Monks.

He continued to smile. "You’re right about one thing, and wrong about another.

My purpose in coming to Shaolin is indeed impure, but this time I am indeed making trouble for myself, something you might not want to know.

And you’re wrong about this Mountain Worshiping Arena; it’s very important to me. My boys will grow rapidly from this..."

"Just from experiencing these battles, they’ll grow quickly?"

Lu Xiaofeng frowned. Thinking about the Abnormal People’s rate of growth, he nodded in understanding. "Abnormal People do indeed have exceptional Martial Arts talents and learning abilities. After going through real battles, they will grow much faster, but their bodies are still too frail."

"Bodies are frail because their templates are different from NPCs like us.

But all these things can be improved postnatally..."

Jiang Dali thought silently, with a deep look in his eyes.

"..."

Lu Xiaofeng’s lips twitched, then closed, and twitched again, his mustache quivering like eyebrows.

He touched his mustache and forcibly turned away, itching with curiosity but also a bit apprehensive.

He was curious about Jiang Dali’s purposes in Shaolin.

Yet he feared getting dragged into it if he knew.

If Jiang Dali stirred up too much trouble, he would likely suffer alongside him.

Recalling the efforts he had just made to deal with the mess Jiang Dali had caused in Ming Country, Lu Xiaofeng felt a mix of frustration and toothache, cursing quietly in his heart.

"Why are my friends either madmen or eccentrics? Isn’t there a single normal one? Lu Xiaofeng, why did you come to Shaolin to join in the excitement? You shouldn’t have come. What are you going to do now?"

"Benefactor!"

Just then, Xiao Feng, along with Xiao Yuanshan, had descended the mountain, accompanied by Azhu to the platform.

Xiao Yuanshan’s gaze fixed on Jiang Dali, his tiger eyes ablaze, and he suddenly said solemnly, "We Qidan people do not speak of thanks lightly, but we will remember this in our hearts and repay the favor in the future."

Xiao Feng was about to speak with a smile.

But Jiang Dali simply said with a light smile, "Actually, there’s no need to wait for the distant future. There’s something right now that I need Senior Xiao’s help with."

Xiao Yuanshan looked surprised. "Oh? Master Jiang, feel free to speak your mind!"

Jiang Dali glanced at Lu Xiaofeng, who was still eavesdropping nearby, and said, "Aren’t you going away? Or are you ready to get involved?"

"What?"

Lu Xiaofeng turned around, feigning ignorance. "If you have something to say, just say it. Is there something I can’t hear? I’ll just step back a bit then."

With that, he stepped back, hands behind his back, strolling to the edge of the platform, looking at the distant arena, seemingly engrossed in watching the battles.

"People who fear trouble and those who cause it are truly the same."

Jiang Dali shook his head and smiled inwardly, then looked at Xiao Yuanshan. "I know that Senior Xiao often sneaks into Shaolin’s Scripture Pavilion. Today, I would also like to sneak into the Scripture Pavilion. I hope the senior will accommodate!"

"Hmm?!"

Xiao Yuanshan was visibly shocked, narrowing his eyes. "I have been sneaking into the Scripture Pavilion for many years, and nobody knows about it. It seems Murong Bo has informed you of this."

Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng, who was eavesdropping, were both startled.

Jiang Dali neither confirmed nor denied, and with a low chuckle, he glanced at the large group of Shaolin High Monks with their piercing gazes. "Many Shaolin experts have descended the mountain, and this is a good opportunity for the senior to take me up."

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