Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

When Spiritual Sense detected that the external Qi mechanism bore some similarity to that of Fairy Feixuan from Cihang Jingzhai, Jiang Dali's heart had already guessed the other party's intention.

Just as Dongfang Bubai had said.

He was not as brutish and dumb as he appeared on the surface, but possessed a subtlety within his rough exterior.

If ordinary people were only confused by his rough appearance, they would be greatly underestimating him.

At this moment, the sound of Wang Yuyan's footsteps swiftly approached from the doorway, seemingly merging with the pitter-patter of the rain falling from the eaves.

Soon after, a soft and glutinous voice came with a knock from outside.

"Village chief, there is a nun from Cihang Jingzhai who claims to be here to visit you!"

Wang Yuyan originally intended to say that a nun had come to visit.

But considering the excessively beautiful and delicate features of the other party, she was reluctant to believe in the visitor's nun status; however, out of respect, she still disclosed the visitor's identity.

At the same time, she was very curious about such a beautiful nun visiting Jiang Dali.

"I understand. Please ask her to wait in the courtyard outside."

Jiang Dali rose from the Taishi Chair and walked slowly to the wardrobe, leisurely putting on an open-chested large cloak.

Then his towering and fierce figure turned to push the door open and step outside.

A gust of fresh morning air mixed with the scent of rain hit his face.

Amid the wind and rain, there also mingled the fragrances of two women.

One fragrance was like a subtle orchid, soothing to the soul, while the other was a faint emptiness, seemingly nonexistent, as if it paralleled the extraordinary out-of-this-world temperament that was untainted by the mundane.

Jiang Dali walked out of the room, and Wang Yuyan stepped forward with an umbrella, tiptoeing with effort to shelter Jiang Dali from the rain, looking every bit the considerate maidservant.

Jiang Dali's gaze fell on the charming nun from Cihang Jingzhai,

who was herself holding an umbrella, her bright eyes also gazing intently in return.

Their eyes met.

It was as if two spirits touched in an instant.

A special Divine Intent surged between the two, rippling like waves in their spiritual world.

"You are....!?"

Jiang Dali frowned questioningly as he scrutinized the pretty nun.

What struck him most were her graceful and sharp brows, bright eyes, and a face that seemed never to have been ruffled by emotions.

One could not help but liken her to a beautifully blank sheet of white Xuan paper that no one had ever sullied.

Her plain clothes further accentuated her transcendent, unworldly status.

Even though she was a nun, her beautiful long hair could often make people overlook her status, leaving only the image of her exquisite face in their minds.

"Master Jiang, I am Jing An."

The woman gazed calmly at Jiang Dali with a faint smile.

"So it's you!"

Jiang Dali's eyes sharpened as he walked over with his hands behind his back and said calmly, "It is rumored that twenty years ago, you fell in love with 'Demon Master' Pang Ban and asked him to retire from the Martial Arts for twenty years.

Since then, you have truly entered the convent and have not appeared in the Martial World ever again. Why have you reemerged and sought me out this time?"

Jing An's body slightly trembled as if the name "Demon Master Pang Ban" was the least welcome yet the most heart-stirring one in her life.

Her eyes, as deep as the ocean, flashed with unprecedented luster, then dimmed as she said in a tranquil tone, "Given your intelligence, village chief, you should be aware of my purpose here."

"So she's Jing An."

Wang Yuyan looked on from the side, contemplating Jing An's ethereal beauty that seemed untouched by worldly concerns—hard to imagine she could be a woman possibly in her fifties or sixties. With her appearance and aura alone, how many women in the Martial World would feel ashamed of themselves?

And no wonder even a heroically ambitious figure like Demon Master Pang Ban fell for her incomparable charm!

Jiang Dali chuckled as he looked at Jing An, "Indeed, the village chief knows your purpose.

But I do not know you well, so why have you come to persuade me this time?

If you talk about acquaintances in Cihang Jingzhai, the only one I know is Fairy Feixuan. Last time when she did something wrong, she was detained in the Mountain Village for over a month."

Jing An replied with a serene smile, "Feixuan should actually thank you for the cultivation you provided that day.

After spending that time in close contact and communication with the Abnormal People in your village, she has gained deeper insights into life. She returned to her convent and has entered the Death Gate, presumably now embarking on the Heavenly Human Realm under the guidance of her masters."

"Oh? Masters? Her master Fairy Feixuan, or your master?"

Jiang Dali's heart tightened.

Cihang Jingzhai, established by Di Ni who once had a romance with the Evil Emperor, Xie Tiao, the first generation leader of the Demon Sect, had been active in the Martial World for many years, often aspiring to support the True Dragons and uphold the Righteous Path.

Over the years, outstanding descendants like Yun Xiangzhen, Fan Qinghui, Fairy Feixuan, Jing An, and Qin Mengyao were all stunning beauties who had won the hearts of heroes everywhere, aside from their formidable strength.

But the most formidable of all in Cihang Jingzhai was, of course, Di Ni, who founded the convent and was rumored to have long entered the Death Gate.

Jing An stood gracefully and quiet as ever, responding faintly, "It is indeed my master."

Jiang Dali's brows furrowed, then he spoke flatly, "You must be here under the orders of the Ming Emperor, asking me to go and assassinate Iron Gall Divine Hou. Do you think I would take action at this time to serve the Ming Emperor like a pawn?

Or does that Emperor really think I am noble enough to forget all the past grudges?"

Jing An, not surprised, shook her head and sighed softly, "The Emperor also knows you would refuse. He is willing to make a promise—if you are willing to take action, he would confer upon you the title of a Non-royal Prince and grant you land. With such a status, you and your Black Wind Village could move freely within Ming Country developments."