Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 586 - 480-481: Eight Desolate Disciples vie with each other, Grass King! (Added - 13 for monthly ticket)

Chapter 586: 480-481: Eight Desolate Disciples vie with each other, Grass King! (Added Chapter 13 for monthly ticket)

"I never expected you, Master Jiang, to be unrivaled in Martial Arts and yet have been coveting the Shaolin Skills for so long, carefully orchestrating the situation we see today."

Xiao Yuanshan watched Jiang Dali and laughed coldly, then shook his head. "However, I’m surprised, with your strength and the circumstances you’ve created today, you might as well have declared war directly on Shaolin and incited chaos. Wouldn’t it have been easier for you to infiltrate the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion?"

With these words, Xiao Feng also looked at Jiang Dali with a puzzled expression and raised his hand, saying, "With the Martial Arts knowledge you have acquired, it is in no way inferior to the Shaolin Ultimate Skills, and perhaps even superior.

Human energy is ultimately finite; I wonder why you would still want to delve into more of Shaolin’s secret techniques?"

"Hehehe..."

Jiang Dali shook his head with a mocking smile and said with his hands behind his back, "I go to the Scripture Pavilion not for the Martial Arts therein, but to meet a certain expert within Shaolin."

Xiao Feng’s expression turned solemn, and he said in astonishment, "Do you mean that mysterious Sweeping Monk?"

Jiang Dali nodded affirmatively, "Exactly."

Xiao Yuanshan frowned, "A mysterious Sweeping Monk? There’s a hidden expert in Shaolin who is a Sweeping Monk?"

He couldn’t help but suddenly laugh, shaking his head, "Master Jiang, are you making fun of us? I have been quietly visiting the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion for decades, and I have seen some of the high monks in Shaolin, as well as many a sweeping monk.

But to say there’s some expert among them, isn’t that a joke? What kind of expert would become a Sweeping Monk?"

"Yes, speaking of Shaolin experts, I am also familiar with quite a few, but they are mostly masters in charge of the various halls and even branch temples of Shaolin. Why would any expert choose to be a Sweeping Monk?"

Lu Xiaofeng also chimed in from the side, unable to resist rebutting.

Jiang Dali said calmly, "You all underestimate Shaolin too much. Mr. Xiao, weren’t you just wondering why I didn’t directly incite a war against Shaolin and then take advantage of the chaos to enter?

The truth is not that I don’t want to wage war.

But once the war begins, Black Wind Village will stand in outright opposition to Shaolin.

I would lose a lot of benefits, and there are so many hidden experts in Shaolin that they’re simply not something Black Wind Village can contend with right now."

As for declaring war, Jiang Dali certainly wouldn’t act rashly.

For now, Shaolin was effectively his wilderness goldmine.

The numerous Shaolin Players, who also held the alter egos of Eight Desolate Disciples, could be swayed by just a little bit of incentive, and they would transform into paratroopers for Black Wind Village.

And these paratroopers were normally cared for by Shaolin, saving him the effort of nurturing and fertilizing them; he just needed to harvest them regularly.

If he were to become outright enemies with Shaolin, aside from the very few utterly unscrupulous Shaolin Bahuang Disciples, the vast majority of the Bahuang Disciples might oppose him because of factional hostility.

This was a situation Jiang Dali did not wish to see and something others wouldn’t even consider.

Xiao Yuanshan burst into laughter on his own, "If Shaolin truly had such hidden talents, why then in all these years of going back and forth, in and out of the Scripture Pavilion, did no one stop me or Murong Bo?

It’s all just exaggerated talk from the Martial World.

The rumors in the Martial World say Shaolin’s Dharma Ancestor is still alive; Master Jiang, you don’t believe that, too, do you?"

"You don’t believe it because that expert doesn’t want to bother with you. Now you don’t need to doubt anything. In fact, I haven’t met the person either. Asking you to take me to the Scripture Pavilion is because I want to see them for myself, to confirm some things, and to discuss Martial Arts," Jiang Dali said with a dismissive gesture.

"Since you, my benefactor, have such a wish, I shall accompany you as well."

Xiao Feng looked earnestly at Jiang Dali.

Although he believed the Shaolin High Monks should all be full of good intentions and compassion, he doubted there would be danger in this journey.

But Jiang Dali was after all aiming to break into the Scripture Pavilion, and it was uncertain what might happen.

"I... I’d better not muddy the waters."

Lu Xiaofeng opened his mouth, stroked his mustache, and smiled, "Since you say that Sweeping Monk is so formidable, you two go ahead. An old monk, what is there to see?"

Xiao Yuanshan disregarded Lu Xiaofeng and asked directly, "When do you plan to set out? Under the eyes of the crowd right now, it won’t be easy for you to slip away quietly."

Jiang Dali looked towards the twenty arenas where fierce battles were currently unfolding, and calmly said, "I have already made arrangements. You will pretend to leave first, and then I will watch the fights here for a while before making my move. It’s still too early to leave now."

"Good! I’m leaving now. See you later in the pine forest in the southern hollow."

Xiao Yuanshan saluted with a fist and departed with decisive, thundering speed.

Seeing this, Xiao Feng nodded to Jiang Dali, "In that case, I’m leaving too."

In the blink of an eye.

The Xiao father and son had both departed.

The people from the Martial World who saw this from a distance didn’t find it strange, assuming that this father and son pair, having been separated for so many years, now had endless topics to discuss upon reuniting.

"Bo-ring, so boring!"

Lu Xiaofeng yawned, stretched lazily, and said indifferently to Jiang Dali, "Since you’ve made your arrangements, I won’t disturb you further. I’m going to see how these Abnormal People perform; you don’t have to worry about me."

Whoosh—

Lu Xiaofeng, saying this and demonstrating his movement technique, descended from the stage, heading towards the arenas where Black Wind Village’s female Players were active, critically appreciating and commenting.

In an instant, on the entire spectator platform, only Jiang Dali was left.

Jiang Dali clapped his hands, and the Ghost King, the Three Kings, and Kou Zhong simultaneously appeared on the stage, bowing and saluting to Jiang Dali.