Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 624 - 0508: Seventh Generation Golden Wheel Dharma King! (Added - 26 for monthly ticket)

Chapter 624: 0508: Seventh Generation Golden Wheel Dharma King! (Added Chapter 26 for monthly ticket)

"You’ve triggered the quest ’The Younger Brother of the Black Wind Village Chief’

Quest Description: The Black Wind Village Chief has a long-lost younger brother named Cheng Shifei. The village chief recently heard that Cheng Shifei might come to Yingtianfu City to join the excitement, and he hopes you can help him find this brother who has been missing for many years.

Quest Requirements: Find Cheng Shifei.

Additional Tips: Cheng Shifei, male, about eight feet tall, idle and ruffian-like, gambles habitually, has long hair with slightly curled hair at the temples, a long face, big eyes, thick eyebrows, and a somewhat dark complexion.

Quest Reward: Finding Cheng Shifei will earn you 200 points of favor from the Black Wind Village Chief, 300 Black Wind Village Friendship Points, a thousand taels of silver, and one Earthly Rank Martial Arts secret manual.

Accept the quest?

Note: (The Black Wind Village Chief has a bad temper. Make sure that the person you find is indeed his brother Cheng Shifei before reporting back, otherwise you’re highly likely to enrage the Black Wind Village Chief)."

A special person-finding quest notification appeared on the panels of all the Players who were watching the bustle near the streets.

In an instant, each Player fell into a dazed state, captivated by the task.

Then sounds of surprise and sharp intakes of breath started coming from all directions on the streets.

The commotion grew louder and louder.

Many clever Players immediately lost interest in the bustle and turned their heads, rushing straight to the various gambling establishments in Yingtianfu City.

Such unrest and unusual behavior from the Abnormal People also suddenly caught the attention of the natives.

However, the natives were all confused and had no idea why the Abnormal People were suddenly so excited and jumping around.

But the strange behavior of the Abnormal People wasn’t new, and the natives, not understanding it, simply chalked it up to another "outbreak" of their ’illness,’ unfazed by the oddity.

Jiang Dali watched the Players he had mobilized in a flash, his heart brimming with ease and satisfaction.

There were many vassal states in the world, and no shortage of Emperors.

Yet even the Emperors couldn’t command the Players and make them listen as he could.

Players’ potential was limitless.

As the fourth calamity of the Mixed Martial Arts World,

as long as he could control such a force, even the Holy Dynasty might not be out of reach in the future.

A burning ambition occasionally flared within Jiang Dali’s heart.

However, at present, this flame was still in the form of a quiet, simmering ember.

While the Players who received the quest in Yingtian were getting into action, Jiang Dali and his companions were welcomed into the Inner City and eventually settled into the Cloud Inn.

The innkeeper personally, and very politely, led them into rooms designated as A Room No.3 and several accommodating Earth suites.

After informing that all food and drink expenses had been covered by the Guan Family, he respectfully withdrew.

The suites were antique in style, with door curtains made of fragrant bamboo strings that exuded a mild sweet aroma.

Tables and chairs were carved out of pearwood, and there were landscape paintings by masters hanging on the walls, even someone as rough as Jiang Dali couldn’t bear to rip them off to wipe his butt.

"Ah—I, Lu Xiaofeng, have no issue staying in an Earth room No.2, probably thanks to your big dark glory, but you’re in No.3. I’m curious, who’s staying in No.2 and No.1?"

Lu Xiaofeng had only taken one quick look around his own room before coming out. However, he walked several circles around Jiang Dali’s room, bringing up his curiosity as he paced.

Jiang Dali, however, sat at the table admiring the Heavenly Sword and said indifferently, "You’re always curious about what you don’t know. You should know that curiosity is a bad habit, and you need to change it! I’m not curious!"

Lu Xiaofeng ’Ha’ laughed and leaped onto a chair, standing on one leg in a rooster stance, sitting down with his buttocks against the chair back, and crossed his legs, replying, "I don’t believe you’re not curious. Are you curious but holding back? That doesn’t fit your style at all."

"You might as well go and find out, and once you figure it out, you can come and tell me."

Jiang Dali spoke without even lifting his head.

Just as Lu Xiaofeng was about to speak, he suddenly shut his mouth.

Almost simultaneously, heavy footsteps sounded at the stairway.

The footsteps sounded heavy, as if the person coming was carrying something heavy and wasn’t a Martial Arts expert.

But as Lu Xiaofeng heard these footsteps, his expression gradually turned solemn.

He knew that even though most experts in the Martial Arts world had light footwork,

those like him, an expert in Qinggong, would make virtually no sound.

But the person who could make such heavy footsteps, as if stomping right by one’s ear, making the ground tremble, must have some weird relationship between the rhythm and pacing of his steps, as if there was an indescribable chord feeling between the footsteps.

This person must definitely be an external expert!

With a flick of his hand, Lu Xiaofeng’s palm wind ’pap’ opened the window.

Looking through the window, he saw an extremely burly big man coming up the stairs, his face adorned with bristling beard and a fierce, tower-like body as dark as black iron, carrying two Drumming Golden Hammers on his back, exuding an oppressive feeling like a mountain.

"Who is this...?"

Lu Xiaofeng was shocked as he saw the burly man, immediately recognizing the man’s attire as someone from Mongolia.

But why would a Mongolian appear here at this time?

As his shock persisted,

the burly man had already walked up to the door of A Room No.3, pounding on the floor like a giant club, and making a drumming, deep sound.

"The Mongolian warrior Almon, by the order of his master, the Seventh Generation Golden Wheel Dharma King Chida of the Vajra Sect, has come for a visit! My master, Chida, would like to exchange rooms with you, please move to Earth Room No.1 downstairs!"

"So, the Seventh Generation Golden Wheel Dharma King Chida from Mongolia is staying in Room No.1 of the Earth category."

Lu Xiaofeng’s face shifted slightly.

Jiang Dali’s brow furrowed, "Chi Da? If we’re talking about the Golden Wheel Dharma King, I do know him, but I’ve indeed never heard of the name Chi Da. Besides, didn’t the Golden Wheel Dharma King die in the chaos of war while trying to save Guo Jing’s daughter, Guo Xiang?"

Just as he was puzzled,

Bang! The bolt of the door shuddered and was broken apart by a forceful brute force.

The towering and robust figure of Almon burst in like a wild bear demon and glared at Jiang Dali and Lu Xiaofeng, shouting, "My master, Golden Wheel Dharma King Chi Da, wants to stay here. Please leave!"

Lu Xiaofeng looked helplessly at Jiang Dali and said, "This Mongolian has a screw loose in his head, probably hasn’t heard of your reputation. Go easy on him."

Jiang Dali put down the Heavenly Sword in his hand, "You know my name. There’s no way I can be gentle. And for someone of this caliber, you want me to make a move?"

Lu Xiaofeng spread his hands, "It’s not my room, A Room No.3, to be concerned about. I have to say, the room number indeed seems somewhat insulting. I’m not convinced you should be in the third; you deserve to be in the first or second."

Jiang Dali, "You seem to love stirring trouble, as if you didn’t come here to keep the peace, but rather to cause chaos."

"Did you not hear me?"

Almon roared furiously and seeing that the two paid him no attention, he charged in a rage and swung his hand abruptly. With a ’peng,’ his massive fist burst forth with an unmatched Powerful Energy, striking straight at Jiang Dali, who appeared the most threatening.

Jiang Dali didn’t even look as he punched out with a fist radiating a faint golden color, its momentum like a bursting mountain torrent, hitting squarely on the fist aimed at him.

They connected and instantly separated!

Crack!

A scream accompanied the sound.

Almon’s arm cracked as the bone in his forearm pierced through the elbow joint, blood and flesh exploded, and his towering figure, like a collapsing gold brick column, stumbled backward and crashed through three railings before plunging down.

"Hmph!"

A cold snort burst from a room on the second floor.

Buzzing, two golden wheels swept out, abruptly catching Almon’s body and with a spin, brought him back to the corridor on the second floor.

Simultaneously,

Three golden wheels, like flying discs, curved in an arc and, in the moment they flew out of the second-floor room, they turned sharply, piercing into the room where Jiang Dali was located with the precision of gears, slicing through the air to produce sharp gusts aimed straight at three parts of Jiang Dali’s body.

"Nonsense!"

Jiang Dali smirked coldly, his palms like claws and knives, and with a sudden grasp in the air, the Powerful Energy surged skyward, emitting an immensely chilly aura.

Clang!

The two golden wheels were firmly caught in his palms, their cutting force dissipated by the cold Powerful Energy, and ice flakes scattered in all directions.

Jiang Dali snorted coldly, flexed his arms forcefully, and crushed the two wildly spinning golden wheels, which abruptly came to a halt, their hard surfaces visibly dented inward.

"Somewhat tough!"

Jiang Dali was surprised and struck both hands together.

With a clang, the third spinning and slicing golden wheel was abruptly knocked flying away.

A towering figure shot up from the outside and caught the third golden wheel with one hand, landing on the third floor, looking down at Jiang Dali coldly.

"The Black Wind Village Chief, indeed lives up to his reputation. You truly are worthy of staying in A Room No.3. My disciple just acted rashly."

But the man was clad in a yellow robe, with a shiny bald forehead, and underneath the robe, his body was muscular and glistened, much like the fiercest leopard, with not a hint of monk-like compassion in his eyes, which occasionally let slip a killing intent that sent chills down one’s spine.

"Oh? So you are the Seventh Generation Golden Wheel Dharma King of the Vajra Sect?"

Jiang Dali chuckled lightly, nonchalantly stowing the two golden wheels into a bag, and rose to his feet, speaking lightly to the slightly twitching face of the Golden Wheel Dharma King Chida opposite him.

"Since you, Dharma King, are so gracious as to offer your Weapons to appease this village chief, I won’t be ungenerous in return. Kneel down now and give three kowtows to apologize to this village chief, and naturally, I won’t kill a Mongolian under the Emperor’s feet."

"How dare you!"

Golden Wheel Dharma King Chida bellowed, and with an angry shout like Heavenly Thunder exploding beside one’s ear, it startled everyone in the inn.

Thump!

He moved, leaving a deeply imprinted footprint where he stood, leaving behind an afterimage as he darted towards Jiang Dali, as fast as lightning.

"Stop!!"

Just then,

A dignified middle-aged voice suddenly came from the doorway.

"I do have a fondness for those who seek trouble head-on!"

Jiang Dali’s lips curled slightly, his eyes flashing with vicious intensity, as he suddenly raised his enormously strong arms. A destructive aura burst forth instantly as his muscles and veins bulged!

Following that, the entire room seemed to darken!

As if a colossal being had darted past,

The collision that shattered windowpanes resonated, and under the shocked gazes that followed, it exploded...

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