The spiritual defense is particularly weaker than the physical defense, even though against opponents of the sa Realm, it can still be easily defended.
But being crushed by a spiritual power like the Primordial Spirit which is one Level higher, even if ninety percent of the damage is resisted, the remaining ten percent will still be fatal.
However, at this mont, looking at the empty and ssy Cihang Square, not seeing any trace of First Ancestor Dini for such a long ti, Jiang Dali’s cautious heart gradually relaxed.
Maybe First Ancestor Dini had been pushed to lose patience completely by his thick skin and endless tricks, unwilling to fight further.
If it were him, he wouldn’t want to continue fighting in an already injured state, with a strong opponent who has high defense, great gear, and walks around with a team [Primordial Spirit Buff].
The most deadly part is that the opponent takes dicine to heal when injured, making the fight even more disadvantageous.
He looked at Wan Wan in his arms, gathered his Power, ford the Inner Lion Seal from the Nine-character Mantra Handprint, and began quick Cultivation to heal his wounds.
Simultaneously, he exited the Golden Bell Unbreakable Body state to reduce True Qi consumption.
A strong sense of exhaustion hit him at this mont.
Jiang Dali staggered a step, took a deep breath to steady himself, his vision blurred, his head ached, and the severe spiritual trauma was truly too grave.
At this mont, a breeze blew by.
Several scraps of cloth were lifted up, and Jiang Dali only felt a chill across his body.
Looking down, he found that all his clothes had been torn to shreds during the battle, leaving him utterly exposed.
Even the golden silk jade pants specially ordered from the Ming Country Palace had been torn into sothing resembling a bird’s nest in the fight, with golden silk threads fluttering in the wind, and his weighty weapon nearly exposed.
"Cough!"
Jiang Dali quickly glanced at the still unconscious Wan Wan in his arms.
His gaze landed on the barely-there white gauze garnt clinging to her like cicada wings.
Through the gauze, he could almost make out her enchanting and alluring figure, full of deadly attraction.
Jiang Dali’s eyes glead as he reached out to grab Wan Wan’s gauze garnt.
After a mont of contemplation, he moved his hand lower and gave a hard yank.
"Rip!—"
The gauze garnt instantly tore open, revealing what lay beneath.
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Seconds later.
Wan Wan’s long, snake-like white legs were exposed to the air.
Jiang Dali looked satisfied at the white gauze trousers made from two pant legs wrapped around his waist, the white gauze contrasting with his muscular, hairy legs, making them exceptionally striking.
He gently tied a secure knot, finding the silk-thin gauze wickedly comfortable and breathable against his skin.
No wonder Wan Wan liked dressing this way so much.
Well, this was good, he was wearing sothing too, now everyone could enjoy wearing good stuff together, from now on they’d be wearing the sa trousers.
Of course, this sowhat embarrassing style was sothing Jiang Dali only planned to wear when Players couldn’t see him, as it would be too detrintal to the village chief’s imposing and domineering personal image otherwise.
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Elsewhere, on a lush wooded hilltop.
A half an incense stick’s ti earlier.
A figure picked up from the underbrush.
Quicker than a ghost, they appeared here with two people under their arm.
Suddenly their steps halted, and they turned to look at the Emperor’s Foot Peak direction where a distant "boom" sounded, watching the Cihang Hall collapse.
Even at such a distance, the smoke and clamor that ensued was still astonishing, showcasing the intensity of that battle.
"First Ancestor!"
Qin ngyao and Shi Feixuan both looked up towards the source of the noise, their beautiful eyes filled with tears, their pretty faces sad.
"There’s nothing to be sad about."
At this mont, the nun carrying the two spoke calmly.
Qin ngyao and Shi Feixuan were both startled, just about to speak.
Suddenly they both sensed sothing, looking towards the direction of the collapsing Cihang Hall.
Seeing large strands of golden light ascending into the sky in the sunlight.
Gradually forming a scene like an illusory dragon totem...
Both were stunned.
"Is that... Dragon Energy?"
Shi Feixuan whispered, her eyelashes trembled, suddenly her brow furrowed, affecting her injury, causing another mouthful of blood to spurt out.
Qin ngyao frowned and said, "Why is there so much Dragon Energy in Cihang Jingzhai? And how co all this Dragon Energy is in the Cihang Hall? Why hadn’t I ever sensed the presence of Dragon Energy before?"
As they spoke, both Qin ngyao and Shi Feixuan began to feel an ominous premonition in their hearts.
The nun seed unsurprised, calmly saying, "That is indeed Dragon Energy, and this Dragon Energy is the key to Cihang Jingzhai’s prominence in the Martial World over the years. Accurately, it’s the key allowing First Ancestor Dini to survive to this day and even attempt to break through the Death Gate to reach a higher level."
"What?"
Qin ngyao gaped, beautiful eyes widening in disbelief, heart pounding fiercely in her chest, almost jumping into her throat.
Nearby, Shi Feixuan too was montarily stricken with Divine Loss.
Thinking about the source of this Dragon Energy, even her heart was a ss of contradictions, conflicted, like dead ashes.
So, so many generations striving to uphold the True Dragon for mankind were not as holy and unsullied as truly imagined.
It was invaded by interest. What the Black Wind Village Chief said was not wrong.
At this ti, a stream of True Qi like warm flow surged into Shi Feixuan’s body from behind, keeping her heart veins steady, and the nun’s voice continued.
"Although there are indeed factual matters, the good deeds our Cihang Jingzhai has done over the years are countless, this too is a fact.
Think of the True Dragons we supported in the past, which one was not a wise ruler? This is the contribution we have made to the world.
Contribution cannot be erased, which is also why peers in Martial Arts praise and recognize us.
In the world, there is no absolute black or white, within black there is white, within white there is black, that is reality. The key lies in which side you lean towards more, so you two need not feel disheartened, as long as the two of you are alive, Cihang Jingzhai can rise again in the Martial World."
Shi Feixuan shook her head, closed her eyes, tears flowing silently, finding it hard to accept in such a short ti.
Qin ngyao thought of Lei Bingyun and others likely eting a grim fate, equally feeling distressed as her eyes reddened, saying, "The Cihang Hall has collapsed, I fear our sister disciples and First Ancestor are already...."
The nun maintained a stoic deanor, calmly saying, "When I saved you two, Bingyun and others had no breath left, only Qinghui still had a sliver, but the chances are grim too. As for First Ancestor, though the Black Wind Village Chief had skills, he couldn’t threaten your First Ancestor, even he himself would face imnse danger, but now the situation is sowhat unexpected..."
As she spoke, the nun’s expression revealed a trace of puzzlent.
"Though First Ancestor’s seizing of Dragon Energy was wrong, it was for Cihang Jingzhai, as her disciple, ngyao won’t bla First Ancestor, as long as she’s safe that’s all that matters."
Qin ngyao spoke, taking a light breath, and looked at the nun, her voice soft and puzzled, "Are you also a predecessor from our sect? Why have I never seen you?"
The nun turned her face, skin like snow, bewitching spirit, with eyes shining brightly, her beauty unmatched by any Cihang Jingzhai successor of any generation, even having a six or seven-tenths resemblance to Wang Yuyan, leaving Qin ngyao stunned.
The nun smiled faintly and said, "Cihang Jingzhai has passed down through seventeen generations to your ti, with thousands of disciples, hidden or deceased, how much can you young apprentices know? I too have been hidden for years, Buddhist na Canghai."
Qin ngyao observed the nun’s jade-like face so similar to Wang Yuyan’s, murmuring thoughtfully: "Once the sea had been crossed, none compare, except the cloudy peaks of Wu..."
The murmur reached this point, thinking of the calamity Cihang Jingzhai encountered today, these renowned and revered inheritors among many in the Martial World now becoming like dogs with hos destroyed, having to hide from the Black Wind Village Chief and struggle to survive, leaving her mind in turmoil, unsure where to go from here...
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