All-knowing, Bodhisattva Crossing the River.
Ghost Valley Inheritor, Unmatched in the Martial World.
As insightful as a deity, divine chanisms ever deeper.
This is a proverb that has long circulated in the Martial World, perfectly summarizing so of the most formidable schools of divine calculation.
Among them, the All-knowing Madman of the All-Knowing Sect is the most renowned, followed by the Mud Buddha, who cannot protect himself under Heavenly Destiny, and the Zongheng Sect established by Mou Sheng Gui Guzi, which is extrely prestigious as well.
Only the reputation of the Tianji Sect is slightly inferior, and in recent years, due to the successive unnatural deaths of its Sect Leaders, its talents have withered, yet it is still considered a notable school of divine calculation in the Martial World.
The Tianji Sect is located in the Tianji Valley of Yuan Country, surrounded by mountains, in a deep and desolate valley.
Additionally, the valley is shrouded in mist all day, with abundant trees, making it difficult for anyone but an expert to enter.
Jiang Dali, along with Ru Shen, Bu Jingyun, and others, rode the Demon Hawk for three days before finally stopping at a large town near the Tianji Valley, Hu Xing Town.
They released the Demon Hawk to find a place to rest on its own.
Jiang Dali and his group found an inn in the town to rest, cleaned up, and then gathered in the inn’s restaurant to relax with so tea.
Even though all of them wore wide-brimd hats to cover their faces, and Jiang Dali had used his Bone Shrinking Skill, they were still noticeably unusual, causing so of the group who had been discussing in martial slang to imdiately cease their conversation, and turn their gaze toward Jiang Dali’s group with slightly changed expressions, remaining silent.
These individuals were veteran figures of the Martial World, with keen eye power, having deduced that Jiang Dali and the others were not ordinary people, thus being wary and cautious.
At this mont, a group of bustling Players burst through the tavern door curtain, dusty and in single file, scanning the guests around. They were about to approach the group that had stopped conversing to pay their respects, when they, too, noticed Jiang Dali’s group sitting in the corner, engrossed in eating and drinking, which piqued their curiosity.
Jiang Dali, his back to the newcors, continued to eat and drink, yet could feel the change in the atmosphere inside the tavern.
With his experience in the Martial World, it was clear from the current situation that sothing was bound to occur here.
Yet ultimately, it wasn’t his concern, and he was entirely indifferent; no matter how significant the matter, as long as it didn’t affect the wine and peanuts before him, it was trivial.
Moreover, in this Yuan Country, finding soone who could make him take them seriously was truly difficult.
The tavern attendant, experienced and perceptive, noticed the uneasy atmosphere inside the tavern, inwardly sighed, but promptly ushered the newly arrived Players to their seats.
Among the Players, a leader with dual swords at his waist approached, leaning over to whisper in the ear of a previous speaker, an elderly man with one eye, in a voice as faint as a fly, "Big Stall, the people from Hell Sect are coming soon. Do you think these suddenly appearing individuals might be them..."
The one-eyed elder’s solitary eye glinted, and concentrating his voice, he murmured into the Player’s ear, "I told you before, use martial slang to talk, lest the words get carried by the wind to unintended ears. These few are new and unrelated, not here to add fuel to the fire. As long as we follow our orders, we should make it through safely."
Jiang Dali was sipping his drink, initially disinterested in the surrounding diners’ noisy discussions, yet now soone deliberately lowered their voice and concentrated to transmit their words, which with his superior Spiritual Sense, he caught clearly as if conversing next to his ear.
Upon hearing the words "Big Stall" and "Hell Sect," he felt a bit surprised, his interest piqued.
The term Big Stall refers to the bandit factions in the Green Forest Black Road, not the type to show up in elegant affairs, yet similar to him in the trade.
Hell Sect, on the other hand, is not a minor force in the Martial World.
If the original founding masters, the Heavenly Immortal Ghost Man, among others, were still alive, they would be considered a five-tier force.
The Hell Sect had dealings with him a few tis in the past, most ending unfavorably for them. It was surprising that such a force would interact with the bandits in the tavern, which intrigued Jiang Dali.
It wasn’t that he looked down on bandits, but in today’s Martial World, apart from his Black Wind Village, there truly weren’t other bandits capable of dealing with the likes of Hell Sect; they simply lacked the martial power.
Yet, judging by the situation, it seed both sides were confronting each other, and the bandits exhibited no fear. Furthermore, they could attract a batch of Players to work for them, which was extraordinary.
As a fellow in the trade, Jiang Dali naturally understood the slang the one-eyed elder used.
The newcors being described as unassociated strangers, and adding fuel referred to adding trouble, implying they were not reinforcents for the Hell Sect. Acting by following orders implied they believed that by adhering to directives, they could safely overco this trial.
While drinking, Jiang Dali pondered the origins of these bandits and whose orders they were following when suddenly, from outside ca the sounds of whinnying horses and the killing sound of swords drawn from their scabbards.
The patrons inside the tavern turned pale and stood up.
At that mont, with a tearing sound, the tavern curtain was ripped down by a large, coarse, hairy black hand.
Leading the way in was a burly man resembling a Black Bear Spirit, towering eight feet tall, muscles bulging, eyes glaring and beard bristling, brandishing a Pear Blossom Mountain Axe with a strange cry.
"Hell Sect business, all unrelated people clear the way! Waaah!"
The tavern patrons had no ti to curse as with a "crack," a blocking table was chopped in half and sent flying, smashing toward the pale one-eyed elder and his group.
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