"Black Wind Village, Xiang Dangdang, the world’s martial arts in Black Wind, freely roaming between Ming and Song. Now defectors quickly co to our Black Wind Village, don’t worry about not being able to continue to improve your martial arts after defection, the village has your sect’s martial arts, and what you don’t have, our village also has."
"That’s right, that’s right! You don’t have to fear being hunted down by your sect after defecting; our Black Wind Village’s professional ’Jianghu Dispute Team’ will handle all related Martial World disputes for you, ensuring every case is resolved, coming to the mountain alone, starting by robbing, you’ll have what the brothers have, and what they don’t have, you will."
"Those sects in the Martial World trying to snatch people from our Black Wind Village, aren’t they opening their eyes? Nurous vassal forces under our Black Wind Village, such as ’Fire Worship Sect,’ ’Wuxiang Sect,’ ’Jiangnan Thunderbolt Hall,’ ’Nangong Family,’ ’Hawk Castle,’ ’Iron Armor Sword Sect,’ ’Blue Waves Sword Sect,’ ’Hainan Sword Sect,’ ’Five Tigers Peng Sect,’ ’Heavenly Ruin Gang,’ ’Wuyi Gang,’ ’Mantis Sect,’ ’Qixia Temple,’ ’Yan Family of Chen State’ and many others, all act according to the cues from our Black Wind Village.
All you have to do is enter our village, and you’ll be able to walk sideways in the Martial World from now on."
"Cough cough—brother, speak modestly, the village chief taught us, a country has its laws, a trade its rules, even if we’re righteous bandits playing as mountain bandits, we must have our own set of professional ethics, they say walking in the Martial World depends on friends, traveling the world depends on loyalty, everything must be settled with reason, never arrogantly boast, the word ’reason’ is always our Black Wind Village’s principle."
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"You Black Wind Villagers, don’t talk so excessively, the sky is bound to rain if it’s mad, and people will surely get into trouble if they’re arrogant. You know we endure such a strong temptation with difficulty, yet you lure us to defect, where’s your integrity? Where’s your morality? Where’s your conscience? Where’s the nearest pickup location?"
The Jianghu Forum was abuzz with activity, with Black Wind Village disciples and even fake mountain village disciples from the Eight Desolate Disciples were causing a stir under recruitnt posts of various sects, making the scene quite noisy.
Jiang Dali chuckled as he browsed through the Jianghu Forum, observing the mischievous antics around.
How outrageous!
Even he, as the Black Wind Village Chief, felt that his field of players was excessively brazen.
But this is precisely the nature of most players in the Mixed Martial Arts World.
They treat it like a ga, entering for excitent, joy, and utter liberation, not constraint.
Therefore, even a reserved person might feel quite liberated in the Mixed Martial Arts World; it’s unavoidable.
Jiang Dali didn’t plan to stop them, or rather, he had the intention to persuade but chose not to when he thought of the players’ original pursuits.
Because he wouldn’t give up his pursuit for others, who would want to give up their pursuits for soone else’s demands?
In one sentence—whenever a hero erged in each era of the Martial World, when they were still small figures struggling to climb up, they might resort to any ans, but when they beca famous, they would certainly do things properly.
Isn’t his intention to stop such actions precisely this reason?
Yet, this doesn’t necessarily an it’s the right approach.
The seemingly outrageous actions of the players now are actually brewing montum for Black Wind Village. When new players enter the Martial World now, the montum being created will naturally take effect.
Jiang Dali turned away from the forum, looking at the distant white clouds, the wind slapping his rugged face, suddenly he felt the world was vast and lonely, with no one beside him, a strange sense of desolation...
He suddenly missed those brothers and friends who shared life and death bonds in this world, wishing they or soone like them were here to laugh about the world’s heroes, or have a drink, or simply do nothing...
Just listening to Dongfang’s weaving words, feeling Xiao Wang’s calm gaze, watching him, or hearing Qingqing’s self-pitying singing beside him during those chilly autumn rains of yesteryear, hearing Lu Xiaofeng’s boasting and sentintal tales of old loves as he drank...
Everything was so harmonious, filled with the essence of life in the Martial World, it was the gentle place left in the heart after the fierce sword light and shadow, making Jiang Dali’s serious gaze softened with a fleeting smile amid his mories.
Can he go back?
He asked himself internally.
Whether it’s returning to the outside world that has begun to seem different.
Or returning to the Martial World that has been changed by the vast sea he has witnessed.
It all seems quite difficult now.
It seems this is the kind of thing one inevitably loses as they grow, but when he recalls and picks it up again, it still feels so warm and aningful, each moving person and event shining vividly, as long as he rembers and hasn’t forgotten, he hasn’t changed, his original intention remains.
"Huh!"
The Demon Dragon, which had changed direction to fly towards the Lingyun Cave of the Divine Martial Country in the south, let out a low growl, as if sensing a change in Jiang Dali’s mood, with a hint of question in its voice.
Jiang Dali laughed heartily, collecting his aningless sentints, and patted the increasingly intelligent neck of the Demon Dragon. He chuckled lightly, "Demon Dragon, do you rember how you appeared at the War God Temple hundreds of years ago?"
A trace of doubt flashed in the Demon Dragon’s miserable green vertical pupils. It flared its unsightly nostrils, spewing out a puff of corrosive poisonous mist, and with its whiskers fluttering, shook its head to indicate it didn’t rember.
"Hahaha, this ti I’ll take you to see soone close to you from hundreds of years ago."
Jiang Dali laughed aloud, his cloak billowing, revealing his robust physique with a tiger’s back and bear’s waist under his strong clothes, sitting cross-legged.
After concluding the affair with the Feng Clan, he planned to make a trip to Lingyun Cave, a journey already arranged since seeing Guang Chengzi’s Immortal Bone Relics.
At this mont, Guang Chengzi’s Immortal Bone Relics must also be fasting approaching Lingyun Cave, escorted by Chi ng Dharma King and Mongolian experts. Along with them, the "Dragon Elephant Wisdom" that he had ordered the mountain village experts to collect in the Martial World was also on its way.
In the myths and legends of ancient tis, Guang Chengzi was one of Emperor Huang’s teachers. The stories of Emperor Huang consulting Guang Chengzi are widely spread in legends. Therefore, regardless of how much truth there is in the myths, Guang Chengzi is theoretically the closest person to Emperor Huang.
Thus, Jiang Dali speculated that if the Primordial Spirit possessed you the body of Guang Chengzi, controlling its Immortal Bone Relics, there might be a high probability of obtaining the Dragon Vein or the Xuanyuan Divine Sword within Emperor Huang’s Tomb.
Regardless of the outco, actually, what he most wanted was to attempt this and see if he could completely fulfill the "Origin of the War God Temple" mission, allowing the "War God Chronicles" to break through once more. Otherwise, cultivating this Returning to Truth Realm martial art to great success required too many Cultivation Points and Potential Points.
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In a world of ice and snow, the cold wind howled.
On the snow-capped mountains, trees with ice-covered branches and jade-like trunks stood, with luxuriant silver blossoms blooming on their branches.
On the river surface at the foot of the mountain, a thick layer of floating ice was frozen, the ice shards crisscrossing, making the icy river surface resemble a mirror made of water, glistening in the sunlight and hurting the eyes.
This was an almost unapproachable world of ice and snow, within the glacier west of Hailuo Gully.
Once, when the God-searching Palace still existed, this area was referred to as the location of the Tenth Hall of God-searching Palace. Ten Halls Yama, this place was just as its na suggested, a land of icy permafrost, a hellish wasteland bereft of life.
But in this otherwise deserted region, a black and a white figure suddenly appeared.
Black and white are inherently opposed.
These two should also naturally be opposed, for one radiated a chill and sinister demonic aura, while the other, though cold in temperant, bore a compassionate expression, looking not like they belonged together.
Yet now, they had co for the sa purpose.
In their hands, they carried a girl who had fallen into a deep slumber, even teetering on the brink of death.
This girl was one of the beast slaves who perished with the Eternal Life God when the God-searching Palace was destroyed, but strangely, she had not died. Instead, she survived after being swept down the icy river, on the verge of death. These two, dressed identically in black and white, recently found her.
These two were, of course, the forr subordinates of Demon Lord Bai Suzhen—Xue Damo and Hei Tong.
They refused to believe their master died so easily, so they had been searching the river area all this while, eventually delighted to discover this girl who still clung to a thread of life.
A re beast slave, even if she had the strength of the Gang Qi Realm in the past, when swept into the ice river and tossed about for days, should have been frozen to death, even without severe injuries.
Moreover, with the death of the Eternal Life God, the beast slaves in the God-searching Palace also all died violently. This beast slave should not be alive, yet she survived strangely, even while being subrged in the ice river for days, still retaining a flicker of life.
Xue Damo and Hei Tong, knowing well the formidable power of their master’s Devil Skill, clearly understood what the girl’s current state implied...
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(Phew! Damn it! It was still released after eleven! Couldn’t outdo that reader.)
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