From the ruins of the broken walls, a large plu of heat seed to continually rise and steam, as if there was unburnt firewood still smoldering and smoking beneath.
"Is there really Earth Fire Magma under the Leifeng Tower?"
Jiang Dali’s eyes narrowed as he urged the Demon Hawk to swiftly descend towards the direction of the Leifeng Tower.
At this mont, in the military camp stationed below, sentries had already spotted him and blew a rapid whistle.
However, the camp remained orderly, and a row of familiar figures walked out from the main tent.
"Hahaha, Brother Jiang, you have finally arrived!"
Yue Fei’s rough and heroic voice ca from the camp below.
"Village chief!"
Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing both called out joyfully.
As the Demon Hawk was about to land, it flapped its wings, creating a whirlwind to buffer. It stirred up a cloud of dust and stones, causing many soldiers’ headscarves to dance wildly.
Jiang Dali smiled and stood up, his gaze sweeping over Yue Fei, Xiao Qiushui, Wang Yuyan, Murong Qingqing, and others, before leaping off the hawk’s back.
Before coming to Hangzhou, he had already communicated with Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing to wait for him at Leifeng Tower, so their presence here was expected.
Jiang Dali had long planned to integrate "Innate Gang Qi" and "Undying Divine Skill" into the "Great Strength Divine Skill" to complete the self-created primary Inner Strength upgrade, mitigating the shortfall of his limited True Qi.
By now, Wang Yuyan had inford him in a previous communication that her research on the Cultivation Technique had reached an ideal stage and could be attempted.
This was why he had asked Wang Yuyan to wait for him at Leifeng Tower.
As he leapt into the camp, everyone imdiately gathered around to greet him.
Seeing all the familiar faces, Jiang Dali was in a particularly good mood, engaging in casual conversation with everyone before they all entered the tent to drink and reminisce.
After several toasts, Jiang Dali finally brought up the matter of the Leifeng Tower.
Xiao Qiushui’s face turned serious as he put down his cup and exhaled a breath of wine, saying gravely, "Brother Jiang, the situation beneath the Leifeng Tower is extrely dangerous and complex right now. I ventured down to investigate and found that it has almost beco a high-temperature furnace with chanisms still functioning, making it extrely perilous. I couldn’t venture to the very bottom."
Yue Fei nodded solemnly, "Indeed! After Brother Xiao, I also tried using Vajra Power to place a War Word Sticker and explore, but my movent technique isn’t as good as Brother Xiao’s. I managed to withstand a few rounds of chanisms, but couldn’t reach the bottom either."
Xiao Qiushui said, "Following your prior instructions, Brother Jiang, we sealed off the area after finding nothing and prohibited anyone from entering until you arrived. During this ti, several sect forces attempted to investigate but were driven away by us.
But unexpectedly, people from Shaolin still ca to investigate, so we agreed to turn them away for three days. Fortunately, you arrived today."
"Oh?"
Jiang Dali raised an eyebrow, "Shaolin is also interested in the Leifeng Tower?"
Yue Fei said gravely, "Yes, the person from Shaolin was Master Hui En from the Hui generation. In terms of rank, the Hui generation surpasses the Du generation, so when Master Hui En ca, while we turned him away, we dared not disregard him."
"A high monk of the Hui generation?"
Jiang Dali’s eyes flashed, recalling the appearance of Dharma’s disciple at the Leifeng Tower that day, who displayed considerable Divine Power. That disciple’s strength clearly hadn’t reached the Returning to Truth Realm but relied on the power of the Alms Bowl to temporarily contend with experts like Xiong Ba, ultimately suffering severe injuries.
So, what kind of strength does a high monk of the Hui generation possess? Could it be the most core strength of Shaolin, hidden amid dragons and tigers?
Just as he thought of this, a Buddhist chant suddenly echoed, resonating lightly in everyone’s hearts.
"Amitabha Buddha! Asking where the restaurant is, and discovering it at the Hidden Thunder Peak. All the patrons here are drinking and eating at, why not set a place for to satisfy my craving and have so wine?"
"Hmm?!"
Yue Fei’s eyes suddenly blazed with brilliance, and Xiao Qiushui quickly stood up, exclaiming, "I’m afraid it’s Master Hui En from Shaolin."
Jiang Dali set down his cup and said, "The Thousand-mile Soul Lock, Primordial Spirit Transmission. Who would have thought Shaolin would value the Leifeng Tower so highly?"
At this point, everyone heard the monk’s voice, yet nobody saw him, not even Jiang Dali could determine his exact location. This ancient high monk of the Hui generation from Shaolin evidently had unfathomable strength.
However, Jiang Dali, having now broken through, no longer feared strong figures of Shaolin’s level, unlike before the incident at Leifeng Tower. Now, he sat comfortably.
"I did not expect that at such a young age, Master Jiang would have reached the Returning to Truth Realm. Truly comndable, yet it’s regrettable that you’ve made a wrong move, leading to great calamity now."
The voice continued, now tinged with a tone of pity.
Jiang Dali snorted coldly, slowly rising as he transmitted his Primordial Spirit voice, "Old monk, are you intending to call this village chief out for questioning?"
"Perish the thought! I rely ca for a cup of wine, and also to help Master Jiang with your troubles."
The old monk’s tone carried a laugh as if he was quickly approaching.
Jiang Dali’s Spiritual Sense flickered, and an image appeared in his mind, showing an old monk appearing outside the military camp, walking leisurely as if strolling into the camp.
A group of soldiers wanted to yell in reprimand, but the old monk clasped his hands together and blew a breath.
As this breath blew out, his robes billowed, and a terrifying Essence Qi erupted instantaneously, forming a whirlwind that spun forcefully. Soldiers couldn’t stand steady, falling over and sitting on the ground, allowing the old monk to proceed unimpeded to the main tent.
"Hehehe... Monk, if you wish to ask for a cup of wine, there is no need for such force. I, the village chief, can offer you a drink now!"
Jiang Dali smiled lightly, his palm open with five fingers splaying, suddenly grasping.
Instantly, a wine cup filled to the brim levitated from the table, and as he launched a palm strike through the air, the Reverse Nine Revolutions gathered and erupted. The cup, filled with these nine energies, spun rapidly and flew out with a whoosh.
"Good! The old monk will gratefully accept!"
Almost the mont the cup whistled through the air, the tent curtains suddenly flew open, revealing an old monk with a beaming smile, his body rolling like a Maitreya Buddha.
This extraordinary scene evoked a sense of artistic beauty, akin to flowing clouds and water, as if the speed at which Jiang Dali tossed the cup and the speed of the curtains lifting were perfectly synchronized.
As everyone’s gaze shifted, they saw the curtain lift, as if an old monk had been unveiled, and the wine cup seed to conveniently land in the old monk’s hand...
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(Extra update tonight!)
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