Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader

Chapter 1733: Chapter 1339: The Eccentric! Tui Bei Secret Scroll

Facing the even more intense momentum of Jiang Dali charging wildly, the old man raised his hands high and his final move was surprisingly to open his mouth and shout, "I concede!!! I concede!!!"

"What!?"

Jiang Dali was stunned and shocked by this top expert’s sudden lack of spirit, to the point of being almost shameless. However, in the ever-changing battle, such tricks that could be seen as fake moves to disrupt one’s mind, he quickly forced himself to ignore.

"Crack!"

A large tree that stood in the way.

Was instantly shattered by his collision, and before it hit the ground, countless splinters and sawdust were swept away by a strong gust of wind.

"You conceded yet you still come at me?!"

The old man, irritated, had to quickly retreat and shout, "Do you remember the Mud Buddha, do you remember the Leifeng Tower’s salvation pact."

Boom!——

The air exploded, amidst the thick turbulence and torn air currents, a fist full of black-gold demonic patterns and bulging muscles, abruptly halted from extreme motion to extreme stillness three feet in front of the old man’s face.

Even though the terrifying power of more than a hundred tons paused momentarily, the terrifying fist wind it generated struck towards the old man’s face like a sharp spike, colliding instantly with his protective Gang Qi on the outside of his body.

With a "crack", the old man’s outer protective Gang Qi twisted sharply and concavely, and the skin and flesh on his face were also violently indented on both sides, highlighting a clear punch mark. His figure was impacted and retreated violently, yet he did not strike back from start to finish.

"Mud Buddha!"

Jiang Dali’s steps paused with a cracking sound, and the green rock underfoot disintegrated into powder, spreading out a large shock wave, causing the ground to crack and spread rapidly in all directions with lines of fractures.

"Did the Mud Buddha tell you to find me?"

His tiger-like eyes fixed on the old man, he said coldly. The menacing destruction aura from his robust body finally halted its offensive trend, but the circulating Qi throughout his body had yet to dissipate.

The Mahavira Unlimited Power spreading from the Dantian throughout his body, forming an endless air pressure rapidly rotating externally, like spinning blades of the air front, isolating all the rainwater from touching within a meter around him. Under the intertwining lightning, his towering figure appeared both godly and demonic.

So far, he had only used the Power Level Mahavira Unlimited under the Destruction State, not yet his most extreme fighting potential. If this mysterious and powerful old man played any tricks, he was also unafraid of fighting even more fiercely.

The old man, vexed upon mentioning the matter, glared at him, thoughts tangled inside his mind that he couldn’t express directly, only to sigh heavily towards the sky, saying, "Over the years, I have been searching tirelessly for clues about the thousand-year-old disaster, yet always in vain.

I originally wanted to use the Heart Mirror of the Monk Emperor to find the source of the thousand-year-old disaster, but unfortunately, the Monk Emperor lost his life helping you deal with the Heavenly Gate Master. Ultimately, having no other choice, I found the Mud Buddha, demanded he disclose the heavenly mechanism, and I learned an astounding truth there..."

"Oh?"

Jiang Dali’s expression changed slightly, his thick brows raised, face full of mockery, "So what the Mud Buddha said was some truth related to me? Is that why you have repeatedly provoked me, assuming I am the source of this so-called thousand-year-old disaster?"

The old man examined his now tattered clothing, spread his hands and shook his head, "In terms of battle, your stance does indeed resemble the thousand-year-old disaster, aggressive and unstoppable, but I am now more or less certain, that you, as the Mud Buddha said, do not truly appear to be the thousand-year-old disaster!"

Jiang Dali, surprised, folded his arms across his chest coldly, "What makes you say that?"

The old man, complexly, said, "Had you truly been the source of the thousand-year-old disaster, you wouldn’t have held back just now because of an old pact. The Mud Buddha told me ten words, it is his evaluation of you!"

Jiang Dali’s face remained calm.

The old man gazed intently at Jiang Dali and said, "He said, the Black Wind Village Chief once had a heart to save the world!"

Jiang Dali was speechless, caught off guard by this Savior Divine Fist, unable to rebut.

He never expected that something good he casually did at Leifeng Tower would lead the Mud Buddha to give him such trust and evaluation when it came to the issue of a thousand-year-old disaster. It appears that some good deeds he did in the past have indeed earned him some good karma.

He knitted his brows slightly, gradually withdrawing the power of Mahavira Unlimited, his momentum slowly dropping, and he said calmly, "Actually, I have no agreement with the Mud Buddha, the so-called saving the world was merely an action prompted by the circumstances back then, besides, that disaster was initially caused by me, so you shouldn’t see me as some great fool who is eager to save the world.

However, it is indeed true that I owe the Mud Buddha a favor."

The old man was taken aback, then smiled, "Suddenly, I am not disappointed with you at all; at least you are not endlessly arrogant, you understand humility and know gratitude."

Jiang Dali, not desiring such polite exchanges, impatiently waved his hand, "Speak, who exactly are you? What is this thousand-year-old disaster? You tracked me down not to be my enemy, then what for?"

By now, he had mostly confirmed, this old man indeed no longer harbored the hostility he initially showed, otherwise, if he hadn’t held back his last punch, and the old man didn’t dodge, one punch would have been enough to shatter the old man’s head into bits.

Even if the head of a master in the Returning to Truth Realm is smashed, they can continue to survive, but losing the physical body will inevitably lead to a significant drop in power. If there is true enmity, one certainly wouldn’t gamble their life.

"A dream of Nanke will eventually awaken, life’s fleeting moments are all but empty. I wish to be a carefree wanderer in the human world, from now on the Martial World has no old friends."

The old man sighed and chuckled, tearing off a few ragged strips from his body, and with hands behind his back said, "This old man is named Xiao Sanxiao. This name must be unfamiliar to you, junior, but you should know that the All-knowing Madman once wrote ’Twelve Terrifying’ in the history of the Martial Arts World! This old man is the Twelfth Horror!"

Jiang Dali’s pupils suddenly contracted, "You are the Twelfth Horror? Known in the Martial World as ’all-powerful’?"

Upon hearing this, Xiao Sanxiao smiled bitterly and shook his head, "All-powerful? Do I look all-powerful to you in this state?"

Jiang Dali was taken aback, suddenly finding this old man somewhat interesting, and couldn’t help but laugh heartily, "If you were to claim you’re all-powerful now, perhaps I, the village chief, might fight you again to see if you’re truly all-powerful."

Xiao Sanxiao raised his head in surprise and laughed out loud, "You junior truly are interesting. Do you think the old man’s previous use of power was full strength? If it weren’t for the injuries on the old man’s body, you couldn’t have pushed me to such a state earlier."

Jiang Dali remained unmoved, saying, "Victory is victory, defeat is defeat. Only true losers find self-consoling reasons for their failure."

"Good lad!" Xiao Sanxiao’s hair and beard fluttered, his eyes shone brightly as he appraised Jiang Dali, increasingly satisfied and appreciative, having a particular fondness for this generous, high-spirited, and uninhibited hero, yet his heart was filled with complex emotions.

There were things he hadn’t revealed, the source of his complex emotions, and even at this moment, he hadn’t decided to speak.

Seeing it was time to stop, Jiang Dali exited the Divine Demon Golden Body State, composed in demeanor and grandly raised his hand, "Senior, we did not recognize each other until after fighting. Now that we can peacefully converse, please detail your purpose and the thousand-year-old disaster."

Since it concerned himself, and the other had contact with the elusive Mud Buddha, with the misunderstanding cleared, Jiang Dali was still willing to hear the other’s account of the matter’s origin.

However, as previously mentioned, while he sometimes liked to help facilitate good deeds, it didn’t mean he was willing to be a savior or play the fool.

"Very well!"

Xiao Sanxiao carefully pondered over this, and immediately shared information he could disclose smoothly.

As the two spoke, the surrounding scenes blurred, their view beyond ten meters covered by torrential rain, appearing pure white.

Yet both remained standing in a wreck-laden area, their bodies exuding Qi Force.

Heavy rain splashed around them at a distance of five meters, not a drop touching them, reaching what was said to be the Taoist Water Division of the Earthly Immortal level.

Through Xiao Sanxiao’s narrative, Jiang Dali’s expression varied between solemn and relaxed, realizing this person was a worldly oddity with a high accomplishment in numerology and divination, no wonder capable of finding Mud Buddha.

The other had, in early years, studied the "Tui Bei Tu" by Laozi, creating a supreme divination secret technique "Tui Bei Secret Scroll," and further developing the "Soul Dream Heart Scripture," using this scripture to form illusions in people’s hearts every hundred years, aiming to eliminate ambitious and greedy individuals from the Martial Forest or human world, lest they bring harm.

In Jiang Dali’s view, such deeds were absolutely contrary to the Mud Buddha who always sought to avoid trouble and hesitated to reveal too much about destiny.

One disliked meddling, believing that events naturally follow their patterns and principles, predetermined by fate, unavoidable regardless of resistance.

One loved meddling, believing that through personal effort, the course of some events can be changed.

And Xiao Sanxiao, using his self-created "Tui Bei Secret Scroll," inferred a thousand-year-old disaster which might occur in the future, hence his persistent search for the source of this disaster.

Now, based on hints received from Mud Buddha, the calculations suggest Jiang Dali might be intricately tied to the upcoming thousand-year-old disaster.

All of this due to his destiny, even Mud Buddha who could foresee Heavenly Will couldn’t fully discern it.

In this realm, to confound Mud Buddha, before there was only one person, the Holy Dynasty Emperor.

And now, there was another, Jiang Dali.

Upon hearing this information, Jiang Dali’s brows knitted, saying in a deep voice, "Because the previous thousand-year-old disaster was caused by the Holy Dynasty Emperor, someone Mud Buddha couldn’t see through, you conclude the upcoming disaster might be caused by me, similarly unseeing?"

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