The sun hangs over the peak by day, the blue mountains flank the rushing stream.
Deep in the clouds, there’s no way to know, realizing the Dao a thousand worries cease...
Qing Province—the Feng Clan, a return to an old ho.
Compared to the past, Jiang Dali no longer rides upon a Demon Hawk, but arrives on a Demon Dragon, whose size and strength far surpass the Demon Hawk.
The inky body of the Demon Dragon passes through the vast sea of clouds like surging water, its long tail with sporadic bone spurs elegantly weaving between a few high peaks, spreading an aura of oppression and unease.
Not far away, at the foot of the mountain, a village built around a lake surrounded by ancient trees was filled with many Feng clansn. In their hair were inserted colorful brilliant feathers, and their faces were sared with red dye like flas, gathered around the Feng Family Patriarch in her brilliant feather robe, praying together as if conducting so ancient ritual.
On the altar made of parasol tree stumps before the Feng Family Patriarch were placed offerings of fresh fruit and a phoenix sculpture carved from a red parasol tree stump, prominently displayed atop the altar.
At this ti, it happened to be the Feng Clan’s day of sacrifice.
Suddenly, the square-jawed face of the Feng Family Patriarch, more rugged than a man’s, furrowed sharply with piercing brows, feeling a wave of inexplicable unease, abruptly standing up and turning to look towards the sky behind, her eyes narrowing sharply.
Simultaneously, the praying Feng clansn also sensed the spreading unease, their ritual interrupted, they rose one by one to see the source behind them, and in the next mont, the entire group erupted in collective agitation.
Birds startled into flight, sward away, their wings flapping densely, from the forest in the distance.
Amidst the clouds and mist above the forest, a massive dark shadow emitting a suppressive and terrifying aura erged, seeming to swiftly engulf with an air of imminent danger. The winding, sturdy body reflected a faint luster on its inky scales under the sunlight, while the rising bone spurs on its form exuded an awe-inspiring beauty of dignity and peril.
"A dragon...a dragon?!"
"It’s a dragon! A dragon!"
The crowd erupted in terror, the forr guardians of the Phoenix, the Feng Clan, of course understood what such a creature as a dragon signified.
"Silence!!"
The Feng Family Patriarch sternly commanded, releasing a strong Heavenly Person Aura, imdiately calming the scene, though the surrounded clansn still nervously watched the massive creature descending from above, they suppressed their urge to flee in fear.
"The Black Wind Village Chief! That damn bandit has co after all."
A middle-aged man with an unfortunate horse face, carrying a longbow, stepped forward, standing beside the Feng Family Patriarch, his expression anxious and unsightly.
The Feng Family Patriarch, her expression calm, arms behind her, stated, "All that should co will co! There’s no avoiding it, prepare to receive him. If he cos without excessive demands, do not provoke him."
Saying so, a hint of doubt flickered in the Feng Family Patriarch’s large eyes.
Even though the ordinary clansn, secluded within the clan, were ignorant of the Martial World.
As a clan leader, she naturally knew how powerful the Black Wind Village Chief, once in her view rely a junior, had beco.
Ever since Li Chii died by the Black Wind Village Chief’s hand, she had given up on revenge, unwilling to stir up trouble and disturb the clan’s peaceful life. Later, hearing of his increasing dominance and invincibility in the Martial World, she abandoned the thought of opposing him, believing he would not return to the Feng Clan.
Unexpectedly, the overlord of the Martial World had co again.
"With his current power and status, what in our clan could attract his attention? I fear he cos with ill intent..."
Thinking internally, the Feng Family Patriarch decisively transmitted to the horse-faced middle-aged man beside her, "Quickly send a ssenger pigeon to the Tong Family, informing them that the Black Wind Village Chief has arrived at our clan with unclear intentions."
Having said this, the Feng Family Patriarch promptly turned and led a group of clansn to welco him.
At this mont, Jiang Dali commanded the Demon Dragon to deliberately circle in the air, seeing the Feng clansn below quickly settle after the commotion, even under the leadership of that matronly chief he once encountered, striking a posture full of respectful ritual to welco him, and couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly.
"A large fist still speaks volus. Previously, riding an eagle ant greeting with blades and spears, but now riding a dragon, they respectfully welco . It seems...this journey will be smooth."
Stomping his foot, Jiang Dali directed the robust body of the Demon Dragon to dive towards the open space below.
Surrounded by hundreds of clansn, the Feng Family Patriarch called loudly, "All clansn, welco the Black Wind Village Chief to our clan!"
Instantly, the sound of respectful greetings surged like a tide.
Jiang Dali, arms crossed, laughed loudly, observing the moving heads before him and the bowing Feng Family Patriarch, thinking that if Dongfang Bubai were here, he would also feel comfortable. At the sa ti, he understood why the Feng Family Patriarch, hearing of his reputation abroad, would graciously welco him regardless of past grievances was self-evident.
He raised his hand and called out, "Everyone, rise! There’s no need for formalities."
After speaking, he leapt from the Demon Dragon’s back, appearing exceedingly formidable as he strode towards the Feng clansn.
The Feng Family Patriarch, calming herself, took the initiative to et him, the solemn face that rarely showed a smile managed to produce a faint one, speaking words of politeness unheard by the clansn, cheerfully saying, "Today is truly a festive day, unexpected that as our Feng Clan worships the Phoenix God, you, the Black Wind Village Chief, would visit our clan. May I ask the reason for your visit?"
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