Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 589 - 0482: A multitude of monks stand before the Scripture Pavilion, unaware of where the expert might be?

Chapter 589: 0482: A multitude of monks stand before the Scripture Pavilion, unaware of where the expert might be?

"Mission in progress: ’The Substitute for the Black Wind Village Chief’

Task Requirements: Replace the Black Wind Village Chief at the Black Wind Mountain Worship Arena’s viewing platform and deceive the Martial World’s heroes without giving yourself away.

Reward: [Black Wind Mighty Armor Set·Fake].

Time elapsed since mission commencement: 3 breaths..."

The moment Player Zeng Daniu sat down in the pear wood chair, a mission popup appeared on his player panel, revealing several lines of information.

Even with Zeng Daniu’s personality, a foolish smile couldn’t help but spread across his honest face at the sight of the mission reward.

In his view, the task couldn’t be easier.

All he needed to do was log in at the specified time and then sit in the chair pretending to be the village chief.

And in fact, impersonating the village chief was far too easy.

First off, with the village chief’s notorious reputation, basically, no one would actively seek trouble with the village chief.

Even if someone came looking for trouble, they’d first have to get past Kou Zhong and the Three Kings guarding outside.

If someone indeed managed to get past Kou Zhong and the Three Kings, his disguise would be useless.

If they couldn’t, then his sitting on the viewing platform was just for show.

Though Zeng Daniu was simple and honest, he was not stupid and clearly understood the situation; he saw the task as very easy but the reward exceedingly generous.

He couldn’t help but examine the overall attributes displayed for the armor set he was wearing.

"[Black Wind Mighty Armor·Fake]

Level: 3rd-grade armor

Weight: 144 jin, 5 liang, 3 qian

Set Bonus Effects: Domineering Body +1, Joint Vital Points Defense +1, Body Defense +3, Agility -1;

Special Effect: Borrowed Fierce Presence: Exerts varying levels of deterrence on Martial World people below the Heavenly Human Realm;

Description: Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali has commanded an Advanced Blacksmith to forge this counterfeit armor by combining fine iron with numerous materials and then treating it with special dyes.

Even as a fake, it is still the work of an Advanced Blacksmith and possesses extremely high defensive power.

Wearing this fake armor, if you only expose your back or a silhouette from a distance, you can sufficiently intimidate the Martial World’s heroes with the reputation of the Black Wind Village Chief. However, if an enemy of the Black Wind Village Chief targets you, you might become a scapegoat.

Note: This counterfeit armor can only be used with special permission from the Black Wind Village Chief; otherwise, it may greatly anger the Black Wind Village Chief."

"Hehehehe..."

Looking at the information about the armor set displayed on the panel, Zeng Daniu couldn’t help but let out another silly laugh.

Below the viewing platform, Kou Zhong and others vaguely heard the laughter and murmured to themselves.

But with Jiang Dali’s previous orders, they had their suspicions and stood vigilantly at their posts below the platform, daring not to slack off.

But just then.

Several Shaolin Monks bypassed the arena area and approached from this side.

The one in the lead, draped in the Kasaya that signified the abbotship of a Shaolin sub-temple, looked serene and at ease, but his demeanor inexplicably gave an impression of sordidness.

"Amitabha Buddha! Master Jiang, do you still remember poor Monk Meng Yi?"

The monk, escorted by two other novices, came before the viewing platform, put his palms together, and smiled in greeting.

He then turned to acknowledge Kou Zhong and the others with a smiling nod.

Zeng Daniu, who hadn’t been pleased for long on the platform, suddenly saw this Meng Yi Monk who had come to pay his respects.

At the same time, he noticed a new task prompt, and his expression immediately froze.

He had been careless.

This Black Wind Mighty Armor·Fake seemed not so easy to get after all.

Meanwhile.

In the arena area, Lu Xiaofeng occasionally looked back at Jiang Dali on the viewing platform.

Seeing Jiang Dali still at the viewing platform and apparently in no hurry to head to the southern valley to meet with Xiao Yuanshan and others, he muttered to himself in curiosity.

"What exactly is Dali planning to do? Why hasn’t he left yet?"

Lu Xiaofeng blew on his mustache and glanced at the group of Shaolin people opposite, his gaze calculating, "I don’t need to wait here either, I can pretend to leave first, and then quietly... Hmm... just quietly watch the excitement from a distance."

With that, he flicked his hair that hung in front of his shoulders back, putting on an air of disinterest in watching the players’ minor scuffles, and covertly slipped away without drawing attention.

He then discarded the eye-catching red cloak and, using his brilliant movement technique, made his way toward the Shaolin Temple gate.

...

At this same time, Jiang Dali, Xiao Feng, Xiao Yuanshan, and others had quietly gone from the pine forest in the southern valley, unnoticed and undetected, toward the Shaolin Temple gate.

All of them possessed exceptionally agile movement techniques, moving faster than ghostly winds as they swiftly navigated through the woods.

Even with the weight of his heavy armor and the great sword on his back, when Jiang Dali executed the Sky Dragon Seven Steps, he could rely on his immense power to leap more than a yard high on steep mountain paths, and with a mere touch on a tree branch, he could use it as a springboard to leap twenty or thirty feet forward.

Often, without his feet firmly planted, his body would dart forward again, covering a dozen feet in the blink of an eye.

Before long.

The trio had already silently entered the Shaolin Temple gate.

The Shaolin Temple had numerous buildings and covered a vast area, with many halls and courtyards, numbering in the thousands, and corridors were everywhere.

Even though the bulk of the Shaolin monks had been drawn away to the foot of the mountain.

The defenses on the mountain had hardly weakened.

Some critical areas were even more heavily guarded.

But the three of them moved swiftly, and Xiao Yuanshan, familiar with the layout of the Shaolin Scripture Pavilion, quickly led the others around a large array of buildings, drawing closer to the back of Shaolin.

Following a narrow path in the forest toward the northwest, they twisted and turned a few corners.

Suddenly, the way ahead opened up.