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Chapter 597 - 0488: Little Li’s Flying Knife, have you ever felt remorse? (Added for 16 monthly tickets!)

Chapter 597: 0488: Little Li’s Flying Knife, have you ever felt remorse? (Added for 16 monthly tickets!)

"The false Black Wind Village Chief has died under Little Li’s Flying Knife."

"Where then, is the real Black Wind Village Chief?"

"This was a question puzzling everyone in the Martial World at that moment."

"On the arena, the Players who were competing couldn’t help but stop gradually."

"With the Black Wind Village Chief who had organized the Mountain Worshiping Arena missing, and the intimidating faux village chief dead,"

"how could they continue the fight, and to whom would the rewards be issued?"

"Something’s not right, something’s not right. Could it be that the Black Wind Village Chief used the hosting of the Mountain Worshiping Arena to draw attention, only to sneak off to abduct the Shaolin Monks?"

"You’re the one who’s not right. As everyone knows, our village chief was falsely accused in the past and has never disliked women, let alone go abduct monks."

"Shush, keep it down. Didn’t you see Tyrant Hall Master Ting Shui’s face turning black? He was once captured by the Black Wind Village Chief..."

"Stop guessing wildly. What’s critical now is to figure out where the village chief is; could it be that he knew Li Xunhuan would come, so he left in advance?"

"Do you think our Brother Da Li is that sort of person? Quick, look at those bald monks from Shaolin."

As the Players discussed noisily,

Shaolin’s Xuanji and the other monks appeared to have realized something. Their expressions drastically changed as they hurried toward the mountain."

They first speculated that the Black Wind Village Chief might have gone to the Shaolin temple gates."

"However, why he would go there, no one knew for sure."

"But it was definite that he had gone to the temple gates."

"That could also logically explain why the Black Wind Village Chief only surrounded Shaolin without attacking, but went through great efforts to organize a grand Mountain Worshiping Arena at the foothill, clearly to confuse and achieve his true intentions."

However, just as the monks hurried on the mountain path,

three figures boldly appeared on the path.

The leader, clad in armor, shone brilliantly under the sun. He wore a fierce bull horn helmet and his blood-red cloak fluttered in the mountain breeze, creating a powerful and visually striking presence. It was indeed Jiang Dali, the Black Wind Village Chief.

Xuanji and the other monks were both shocked and furious, stopping immediately to confront."

"Amitabha Buddha! Master Jiang, why do you secretly approach our Shaolin temple gates by this hidden trail?"

Jiang Dali wrapped his arms across his chest, his expression calm as he descended the steps, "I got tired of watching the fights at the arena, so I came up to enjoy the mountain view."

"Is Shaolin so petty?"

"Is it that the grand Shaoshi Mountain’s scenery cannot be appreciated by anyone other than Shaolin monks?"

"You... you."

Xuan Sheng’s face turned slightly red with anger, and pointing at Jiang Dali, his lips trembling, he finally exclaimed in anger, "Master Jiang, you are twisting the truth!"

"Amitabha Buddha!"

Mengyi Monk stepped out from among the monks, gazing at Jiang Dali with palms joined, "Master Jiang, do you still remember Monk Mengyi?

"We met once in Weizhou, and you helped me fend off the Divine Sect Cult Members to save me, a kindness I’ll never forget. Yet I did not expect today’s meeting to be under such circumstances!"

Jiang Dali’s gaze flickered, and he smiled lightly, "Where does the white cloud go, when will the Black Wind return? I come without intention, who flies on purpose? Should I call you Monk Mengyi today, or should I address you as Master Mengyi?"

Mengyi humbly bowed, "Master, however you prefer to address me will be comfortable."

Jiang Dali spoke indifferently, "In that case, Monk Mengyi, you needn’t have come today. Let alone that I had no intention of troubling Shaolin, even if I did, you could not have stopped me."

Mengyi smiled, "Indeed. But today, I’m relieved to hear these words from you."

"What are you relieved about?"

"Now, even though you are much stronger than before and famous throughout the Martial World, your true heart has not been lost, and your original intentions remain. Thus, I am relieved."

Jiang Dali looked surprised, watching Mengyi, then burst out laughing, "If Xuan Ci had your vision, Mengyi, the misfortune of the past might have been avoided and today’s situation may not have come to pass."

"In my view, Shaolin has many ineffective monks, but truly visionaries are incredibly rare."

As he spoke, the expressions of Xuanji, Xuan Sheng, and the other high monks changed slight, feeling both humiliated and angry.

"What? Are you unhappy?"

Jiang Dali glanced sideways at Xuanji and the others, "Since Xuan Ci is dead, I think it’s better if you elect Mengyi as your abbot. I’d like that, and maybe in the future under Mengyi’s leadership, Shaolin could form a genuine alliance with my Black Wind Village. Perhaps then we could establish a league of righteousness, upholding justice in the Martial World together, driving out evil. How about that?"

These words immediately caused the nearby Players to burst into laughter and cheer loudly, praising the village chief’s power.

Just as Mengyi wanted to humbly refuse with a few words,

he forced himself to silence, internally bitterly laughing at the Black Wind Village Chief’s unfiltered speech, yet also troubled by the potential impact of his words.

The many Martial Arts Sects present, including Xuanji and the other monks, condemned the Black Wind Village Chief’s arrogant and presumptuous words in their hearts. Their expressions darkened.

This was mockery, and it was deeply hurtful and insulting.

Black Wind Village itself was not benevolent, and if anyone spoke of driving out evil, it should start with them.

Now to even imagine aligning with Shaolin to rule the Martial World?

That was utterly audacious!

Just then, a soft coughing sound came through.

A middle-aged man with a sickly but handsome appearance slowly approached, followed closely by a beautiful and elegant woman.

Jiang Dali’s gaze flashed towards the middle-aged man, particularly watching his hands.

These were not the hands of a Martial World person, not suited for wielding a knife, more fitting for a scholar holding a slender brush—

hands that should be performing calligraphy in a royal court,

not wielding Flying Knives in the Martial World.

"Little Li’s Divine Blade, unmatched in the world, strikes with a blade that never misses."

Jiang Dali, from his vantage point, looked down at the approaching man and woman and commented lightly, "I didn’t expect Li Tanhua, who disappeared after the destruction of the Money Gang, to appear here today. You have come at an inconvenient time."

"No, I have come at just the right time!"

Li Xunhuan smiled, his curly hair framing his bright and unusual eyes, which seemed to be a shade of emerald green, like willow branches swaying in the spring breeze, gentle and yet lively, like the sea under the summer sun, filled with pleasant vitality.

Perhaps it was because of these eyes that he had managed to survive till now.

"Why do you say your arrival is just in time?"

Jiang Dali smirked, "Could it be you are not here for me?"

Li Xunhuan said, "I am indeed here for you. Shaolin Master Xin Mei once showed me kindness, so I must come. I am here to prevent you from tarnishing the reputation of Shaolin."

"Oh?"

The smirk on Jiang Dali’s face deepened, "People of the Martial World say Little Li’s Flying Knife represents an unwavering spirit and the righteousness of nature. However, it seems that Little Li’s Flying Knife has only garnered underserved fame.

I am standing right here, do you think your flying knife could actually strike me down on the spot?"

"You are truly arrogant!"

Lin Shiyin couldn’t help but frown and say, "When Little Li’s Flying Knife was once feared throughout the Martial World, I hadn’t even heard the name of your Black Wind Village. Do you know what you’re talking about?"

"Hahahaha..."

Suddenly, laughter erupted from Jiang Dali, loud as thunderclaps, his inner strength startling every person present—some nearly losing their balance as if about to fall straight on their backsides.

Li Xunhuan’s expression changed slightly, he stared intently at Jiang Dali, then turned to the Shaolin monks who, embarrassed and angered, yet offered no repartee, feeling vaguely like he might have misunderstood something.

Could it be that Black Wind Village had a valid reason this time?

And Shaolin was at fault?

Little Li’s Flying Knife had always been a symbol of justice in the Martial World.

But not because Li Xunhuan deliberately sought justice or liked to interfere; every act he committed was aimed at helping others and was the right thing to do.

However, if Shaolin were not in the right this time, how would he handle this matter?

"Hero Li!"

Xuan Ji sighed softly, looking at Li Xunhuan with a bittersweet smile, "Indeed, this time, it is our Shaolin who have brought shame upon our fellow Martial World practitioners, and to Master Jiang alongside the two Mr. Xiao. You really shouldn’t have come; this is our karma and our punishment to bear."

Li Xunhuan was moved.

Lin Shiyin also looked surprised.

Shaolin had always been the moral compass of the Jianghu Martial Arts, seldom blemished by any scandal.

However, these words from Xuan Ji affirmed that Shaolin indeed had stains.

Li Xunhuan frowned and shook his head, saying, "No one is a saint, never erring; what’s important is having the heart to repent after the error. Since you already possess such repentance, Master, Shaolin still remains that Shaolin."

The monks of Shaolin had a slightly eased expression upon hearing this.

But Jiang Dali chuckled and taunted, "Li Xunhuan! I respect you as a senior in the martial arts society, and indeed you were once a true man, but now, do you have a heart of repentance?"

"Me?"

Li Xunhuan’s eyebrows knit together, his expression suddenly filled with realization and a hint of sadness, his gaze turning to Lin Shiyin.

Speaking of repentance, he indeed had things to rue.

But some deeds were done, and repentance was too late.

He realized the intentions of the Black Wind Village Chief.

"Xunhuan!"

Lin Shiyin’s face bloomed a sorrowful smile, slowly shaking her head to show she held no blame nor regret.

"Little Li’s Flying Knife, always true to its aim."

Jiang Dali, with a smile, slowly extended his sturdy arm wrapped in the Fine Gold Iron Nail Protective Bracelet and said calmly, "It’s said that in over twenty years, 76 people have died or been injured by Little Li’s Flying Knife.

Not one managed to dodge Li Xunhuan’s strike.

People even regard Little Li’s Flying Knife as the symbol of justice.

Li Xunhuan, you’ve hurt 76 people, yet of those, 28 did not die, and those who died truly deserved their fate.

Little Li’s Flying Knife has never killed the wrong person.

But!!"

Jiang Dali’s eyes turned cold, "But today you struck down one of my men, even if mistaking him for me; however, today my purpose in visiting Shaolin is to reveal Shaolin’s sins, so there’s no need for you to defend them.

Li Xunhuan, do you have a heart of repentance?"

"..."

"Li Xunhuan, do you have a heart of repentance!!!"

This sentence, like thunder shaking heaven and earth, erupted from Jiang Dali’s mouth, reverberating around Shaoshi Mountain, reaching all the ears of the Jianghu Martial Arts.

Heads turned pale, expressions dazed and strange.

It was one thing for Shaolin’s high monks to commit appalling actions,

but for the heroic myth of Little Li’s Flying Knife to be openly challenged on his repentance by such straightforward righteousness?

And by a mountain bandit leader at that.

This world was indeed crazily ironic.

At this moment, the players were boiling with excitement from Jiang Dali’s words.

Challenging the myth of Little Li’s Flying Knife!

Hero Brother Da Li planning to catch the unfailingly accurate Flying Knife with his bare hands?

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