CHAPTER 1008: CHAPTER 797: PERILOUS MARTIAL WORLD, ASCENDING THE MOUNTAIN BY SEDAN CHAIR

Fan Qinghui’s expression subtly changed upon hearing this.

Jiang Dali’s words left no room for avoidance, openly revealing the truth, intending to let the world know that it was Cihang Jingzhai who invited him to quell the Ming Country’s chaos in the past.

If this time, the discussions with Cihang Jingzhai do not go well, and internal conflict arises again in Ming, if Prince Yan rebels, it is very likely due to Cihang Jingzhai’s dissatisfaction with the current Emperor of Ming, thus causing a second internal conflict.

After all, some forces in the Martial World know that Cihang Jingzhai has always supported Prince Yan Di as the Crown Prince, and if Prince Yan indeed rebels in the future, Cihang Jingzhai’s support would definitely be behind it.

Then, the martial arts holy land Cihang Jingzhai, which has always stood in the Martial World with a compassionate image saving the common people, would undoubtedly have its image completely collapsed.

Fan Qinghui took a light breath, suppressing the agitation in her heart, and said, "Master Jiang, pacifying the chaos for Ming Country was to save the people from deep suffering. As for whether the current Ming Emperor is fit to rule based on ability and virtue, that is not something our mere martial arts sect, Cihang Jingzhai, can arrogantly judge. Master Jiang, please proceed!"

"Hmph. Such hypocritical words, I’m going to see whether you will still make judgments after we ascend the mountain later."

Jiang Dali sneered in his heart, disinclined to continue wasting words with Fan Qinghui anymore.

Clearly, the other party had discerned his intention to coerce them up the mountain, so they graciously extended an invitation, considering it a roundabout way of yielding.

This is precisely a common tactic of the successors of Cihang Jingzhai, often subduing others without a fight, making one feel as if their punch hit empty air, leaving them with unused strength and a sense of embarrassment.

However, Jiang Dali never leaves his strength unused, his cold gaze swept towards the six standing there stiffly, seemingly possessed, unaware of themselves or their reason for being there, the West Mountain Six Heroes, and he gestured with a hand.

"You six, come here!"

The West Mountain Six Heroes all shuddered, looking at Jiang Dali, who grinned like a fierce beast about to pounce, with terror, yet their feet disobediently moved towards him.

"King Jiang... King Jiang, what orders do you have? We, we six really didn’t know your identity earlier, that’s why we were offensive, we beg your large-hearted forgiveness."

The burly man with a wide face and broad mouth who had previously warned Jiang Dali said with a fearful plea, glancing towards Fan Qinghui for help.

Fan Qinghui sighed inwardly, pretending not to see.

She knew well that with the temperament of this Black Wind Village Chief, it’s better not to intervene. If she were to interfere, the other party might excessively punish these six instead.

"Don’t worry."

Jiang Dali gazed intently down at the West Mountain Six Heroes, flatly saying, "You six are not worthy of making this village chief trouble too much. Now go find a sedan chair for this village chief, and you six carry this village chief to Cihang Jingzhai."

The West Mountain Six Heroes breathed a sigh of relief upon hearing this, but also felt a mix of humiliation and joy.

Provoking this fearsome man and only being punished to carry a sedan chair, they considered themselves quite lucky.

The seven Eight Desolate Disciples all laughed seeing this.

"You Six Blind of Xiyue are lucky enough it must be as if smoke is rising from your ancestors’ graves, just to have the honor today of carrying our Grandmaster’s sedan chair."

"Hurry up and get ready for our Grandmaster, this time keep your eyes peeled and pick a good chair."

"Enough!"

Jiang Dali glanced displeased at the boisterous Eight Desolate Disciples and waved dismissively, "Do not be noisy here, disperse."

"Yes, Grandmaster!"

The seven fearless Players became fearful, immediately cupping their fists in salute and withdrew slowly.

"Will Master Jiang’s friends also go up the mountain?"

Fan Qinghui looked towards the silent Dongfang Bubai trio observing from the inn, inquiring.

"They won’t need to go."

Jiang Dali smiled faintly, crossing his arms, "My three friends here don’t like the plain tea and simple meals of your Cihang Jingzhai, so they won’t go up the mountain together.

However, there is another friend of mine who is interested in visiting your Cihang Jingzhai’s mountain gate. I suspect she is already waiting on the mountain now."

"Oh?"

Fan Qinghui gazed at Jiang Dali for a moment, then smiled, "It seems this friend must have some past connections with our Cihang Jingzhai."

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Half a day later, on the mountain path of Yumeng Mountain.

A sedan chair with a red top and black body was laboriously carried by six sturdy servants, ascending slowly.

In front was an alluring figure leading the way, a combination appearing quite odd.

The chair carriers were naturally the West Mountain Six Heroes, at this moment they’ve all turned into the Six Shrimps, faces flushed, heads sweating, unable to slow down a bit, briskly carrying a sedan weighing several thousand pounds uphill.

Initially, they thought this was an easy task, considering themselves lucky.

Now they truly understood the perils of the Martial World, realizing they were still too naive.

Jiang Dali leisurely sat inside, the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber weighing over three hundred pounds resting beside his hand, plus his body weighing over four hundred pounds and the sedan chair weighing over three hundred pounds, the West Mountain Six Heroes were essentially carrying a thousand-pound sedan chair uphill.

Yet, he deliberately did not let these six have an easy time, still training inside with the Vajra Demon Suppression stance, adding another thousand pounds of weight, pressing down as if their shoulders would split, their expressions a sight to behold.

The six could only wish for the path to shorten, feeling unprecedented relief when they saw the gate inscribed with ’Home within this mountain, where clouds are deep and unknown,’ and picked up a quicker pace.

Sitting inside the sedan chair, Jiang Dali felt an extremely subtle sensation, his ancestral acupoint’s Yang God active, vaguely feeling a presence as if being watched by "an eye" since entering the mountain gate.

This feeling was peculiar, elusive, easily overlooked as a misconception.

"Di Ni?...."

Jiang Dali revealed an odd expression, closing his eyes again, continuing to nurture his energy, his body moving with the winding mountain path, entering the serene forested road.

The surrounding scenery constantly changed, yet his Heart Realm grew increasingly tranquil and distant.

"Dong! Dong! Dong!"

A Zen bell tolled suddenly, sounding from afar, purifying the dust and removing the trivial, dispersing bothers and worries.

In the majestic cold heights of the mountains afar, amid the verdant clouds, the Cihang Jingzhai’s buildings nestled against the rocky mountain corner, with eagles circling above, overlooking a sheer drop below, intricately blending within this breathtaking majestic landscape.

Under the morning sun, Cihang Jingzhai’s overhanging eaves floated amidst the trees, the halls shimmering with brilliance.

With the West Mountain Six Heroes quickening their pace, they were drawing near to the fragrant red main gates.

An enchanting voice with a faint sigh from the daughter whispered suddenly from the treetops.

"Village chief, you really made me wait a long time! If you delayed any longer, I might have ventured alone."

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