The cacophony of curses, intermingled with the sound of rain hitting the forest leaves, seed like an alien sound from another world.
A gentle rustling of the breeze, another fleeting figure appeared, seemingly untouched by dust, standing among the treetops. The soles of their feet rested on a branch no thicker than an infant’s arm, swaying with the wind, yet they showed no signs of falling, exhibiting an extraordinary mastery of Qinggong.
"If you had used the poison needle instead of an egg just now, wouldn’t that new Shaolin abbot have gone directly to Yama Palace?"
The man perched on the treetop touched his mustache with his fingers and smiled.
A voice ca from the other side, "Though the Shaolin monks may seem annoyingly pedantic, at least there’s one thing admirable about them—they’re not afraid of death. Killing a fearless person is inherently aningless. But luckily, it’s not that they have nothing to fear; they fear being scorned by a group of weaklings."
The man with a mustache smiled, dimples appearing on his cheeks, looked at the person in red, and said, "So, should such a monk die or not?"
"He should die!"
The other voice replied decisively without hesitation.
The man shook his head helplessly, "Because he’s an enemy."
"Exactly. As long as they’re enemies, they deserve to die."
The man said, "But what if they were to wake up from being scolded by such weaklings and choose not to be enemies anymore?"
"It’s best they wake up; that’s the best path for them."
The man laughed, "I rarely kill people, and if I do, I have to drink."
The sound of fluttering clothes ca down to the forest again, from a sturdy and strong heroic man, who said, "I drink even if I haven’t killed."
The man said, "That’s because you can’t live without wine, but you hardly ever kill."
The heroic man said, "I kill, but only those who deserve to die. I drink, but only with the right people."
The person in red on the other side said, "You’re both too troubleso. Without wine, I don’t drink. Without enemies, I don’t kill. If there’s wine, I drink; if there are enemies, I kill."
"Hehehe... The Sect Hierarch is right, you’re all too troubleso. Since the enemy is already here, it doesn’t matter who they are or what they want as long as they oppose my beloved village chief, they must die."
Wan Wan’s sweet voice suddenly ca through, causing Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng to exchange a glance, both thinking they’d have to invite each other for a drink later.
Their simple conversation was a reflection and clash of their respective characters, principles, and positions.
Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng both had chivalrous hearts, advocating for rcy when possible.
Dongfang Bubai and Wan Wan were more decisive and ruthless, advocating for repaying grievances.
This simple exchange was essentially a vote on how they would handle the upcoming battle.
It ended in a two-to-two tie, so in the fight against the various sects to co, each of the four would fight according to their nature.
The ultimate fate of the sects depends on whose hands they fall into.
This situation was entirely within Jiang Dali’s expectations.
He knew, of course, that whether it was Xiao Feng or Lu Xiaofeng and others, each was a unique and iconic protagonist.
His friendship with them stemd from mutual attraction and respect for each other’s nature.
Therefore, when it ca to handling enemies, Jiang Dali wouldn’t deliberately dictate how these friends should act but would let them think for themselves and solve things in their way.
Thus, this genuine and honest interaction is the most proper way to maintain the relationship, rather than issuing commands like a superior.
Only friendships built on true sincerity can endure till the end, standing by each other through thick and thin, without the constant fear of being stabbed in the back.
However, Jiang Dali would not be devoid of his opinions and choices, and Dongfang Bubai and Wan Wan, in fact, represented his views and choices.
Regarding enemies, his view was to eliminate them to the root, leaving no future troubles.
But he would not impose these thoughts on Xiao Feng and Lu Xiaofeng, as forcing his ideas would be disrespectful to friends and belittle that friendship.
He only needed those like-minded, like Dongfang Bubai and Wan Wan, to go along, thereby successfully implenting his ideas.
So even if he didn’t participate in this battle, his thoughts were conveyed through Dongfang Bubai and Wan Wan. It seed like a four-person vote, but it was actually a five-person vote, and the majority choice had already erged.
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At this mont, amidst the torrential rain, more than seventy experts from the Six Great Sects were being besieged by hundreds of villagers from nearby hamlets, leaving them utterly embarrassed, all drenched from the rain and mud.
These Martial Arts experts, whose palms could shatter stones, and whose legs could topple pillars, found themselves in an awkward situation against the villagers who couldn’t even tie a chicken: unable to strike out, because attacking them would harm their image.
They had no choice but to dodge rotten eggs and wilted leaves, fleeing towards the apricot grove in disgrace, their disheveled state witnessed by nurous Black Wind Village players hiding in the hills and valleys, who found the sight unusually delightful.
Weren’t you reputed sects always proud heroes, champions of the Righteous Path?
How does it feel now, being scorned by hundreds of villagers in the torrential rain?
Many players had already captured this embarrassing and comical scene, posting it on the Jianghu Forum, quickly igniting a hot topic that drew countless players to gather and mock recklessly.
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