Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader
Chapter 629 - 0513: Off-Track Battle at the Peak, Terrifying Vortex (Guaranteed Update, Requesting Monthly Ticket)

Chapter 629: 0513: Off-Track Battle at the Peak, Terrifying Vortex (Guaranteed Update, Requesting Monthly Ticket)

It’s hard for one person to truly understand another’s heart.

That’s because the heart is hidden within the body, and everyone’s surface behavior involves some degree of disguise.

In awkward moments, some people touch their noses to pretend, and when they want to cry, they look up and widen their eyes to disguise their tears.

When they want to laugh but dare not, they bite their lips as a facade.

Thus, it can be said that Wang Yuyan didn’t completely understand Lu Xiaofeng.

Indeed, Lu Xiaofeng was charming, but sometimes he would put on an act of frivolity to cover up the serious matters he was actually involved in, which ordinary people wouldn’t understand.

At that time, Lu Xiaofeng was indeed inside Chunhua Building.

He seemed to be enjoying the flower wine, but he was actually using his ability to "see all directions and listen to all sides," observing people from All Over the World and listening to intelligence from all quarters.

Meanwhile, his hands were not idle but were randomly exploring.

The battle at Forbidden Peak was drawing nearer.

His heart was full of confusion and doubts that urgently needed answers and he felt sorrow and regret.

Because he truly didn’t want to see that battle happen.

Whether it was Ximen Chuixue or Ye Gucheng, he considered them friends.

But he knew he could no longer stop the fight.

Things had progressed to a point where it wasn’t just about Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng anymore; it was about to involve a whole group of people.

He could not only not stop it, but he also had to meet Ye Gucheng to ascertain the truth of the matter.

If that truth turned out as he feared, there would be a major upheaval in the Forbidden City.

Even though he was fully prepared and had brought another friend, Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali,

even Mu Dao Ren, Sikong Zhaixing, Honest Monk, and Bo Ju would certainly already be on their way, yet when that upheaval unfolded, death was inevitable.

At this moment, Lu Xiaofeng could only hope that none of his friends would die.

Outside Chunhua Building, groups of Six Gates and Embroidered Uniform Guard Players were bustling about.

After spending a lot of time with Jiang Dali, Lu Xiaofeng had also learned to harness the power of these Abnormal People, frequently assigning them simple tasks that the natives could hardly accomplish.

While the locals might be reluctant to risk their lives or expose themselves when spying, Abnormal People were different; they could even dare to burst into officials’ homes to gather intelligence, and if discovered, they simply committed suicide.

The Abnormal People were exceptionally enthusiastic, filled with energy. After some collaborations with them, Lu Xiaofeng couldn’t help but admire Jiang Dali’s far-sightedness.

"Hero Lu, this is the list of experts who’ve entered the Inner City recently, compiled by our brothers today."

A smiling player from the Embroidered Uniform Guard approached Lu Xiaofeng and handed over a compiled list.

"Thank you, young brother. Here is a small token of appreciation, please accept it without decline."

Lu Xiaofeng smiled and handed over a copy of Human Rank Martial Arts "Seventy-two Ways Chaotic Wind Axe Technique" to him.

Watching the Abnormal People joyfully leave with their rewards, Lu Xiaofeng then dismissed the serving girls gently, opened the list, and perused it.

When he saw that Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan among others had already entered the city, and others like the Desert Divine Eagle Tu Fang from the True Kunlun had arrived, a contemplative look appeared on Lu Xiaofeng’s face.

"All Kunlun people have come? Could Superior Room No. 2 be reserved for the Kunlun Three Saints, He Zudao?"

The Kunlun Three Saints referred not to three people but one, and that was He Zudao.

He was known as the Three Saints of the qin, chess, and sword, a divine-like figure.

The showdown between Ximen Chuixue and Ye Gucheng was an event all swordsmen in the world looked forward to, and even though He Zudao had not been involved in the Martial World for many years, he was indeed likely to have been invited this time to watch.

Thinking of this, Lu Xiaofeng felt the situation was getting increasingly complicated, far beyond what he had imagined.

He immediately settled the bill for the wine and left.

Outside, the continuous drizzle persisted.

Compared to the Outer City’s tense atmosphere, the Inner City seemed cold and quiet, its damp streets filled with a heavy, oppressive air.

Lu Xiaofeng felt not only the atmosphere was oppressive but also his heart.

Because there were some things he was beginning to not understand.

For someone who normally solved problems through strategic thinking, this was undeniably terrifying.

Fortunately, he was not alone; he had his friends.

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Inside the Cloud Inn.

Several dishes for accompanying drinks were laid out on the table.

Braised peanuts, fava beans, dried tofu, bass, etc.

Jiang Dali sat by the window, drinking with Xiao Feng and Xiao Yuanshan.

The cold wind outside brought rain that sprinkled in, mixed with the fragrance of plum blossoms and blending with the aroma of the wine, refreshing the heart and mind.

The sound of fluttering clothes came from outside the window.

Lu Xiaofeng seemed to ride the wind amidst the fragrance of flowers and leaped in through the window, grabbing a jug of wine from the table before flipping over to sit next to Xiao Yuanshan, a bit surprised he said,

"Mr. Xiao, it seems like your strength has improved again?"

Xiao Yuanshan smiled and said, "During our travels, I often drink and spar with Feng’er, and indeed I feel I’ve made further progress, occasionally gaining insights into the natural world."

Lu Xiaofeng said enviously, "You father and son, even when drinking, are as diligent as ordinary people in practice; I also like to drink, so why don’t I get any sensations when I drink?"

Jiang Dali said indifferently, "Because when you drink, you think of women. They don’t think about Martial Arts when they drink, at least their minds are empty. I’ve told you before, when your heart is free from thoughts of women, your moves naturally become divine."