CHAPTER 1009: CHAPTER 798: FEAST OF TREACHERY

Amidst such sorrowful allure, a seductive voice echoed, and Fan Qinghui nearly didn’t need to turn around to know who it was, her eyes slightly shifting, surprised.

At that moment, a white shadow swept by, drifting into the sedan like a wisp of cloud. A soft and captivating female figure squeezed into the already cramped space inside, her hair brushing against Jiang Dali’s iron-cast cheeks.

The West Mountain Six Heroes carrying the sedan stood frozen in place, eyes wide, a multitude of emotions flickering in that instant: amazement, joy, infatuation, humility, and more.

It is hard to imagine what kind of beauty one must see to evoke such a myriad of expressions in less than a breath.

Just as the six hadn’t yet recovered.

With a ’whoosh,’ the sedan curtain lifted.

A tall figure ducked and flew out just as the curtain was lifted.

A seductive and enticing nude silhouette, her arms like water snakes wrapped around his thick neck, not being held yet dangling as if glued to Jiang Dali, landing with him.

"I’ve come from a thousand miles to find you, and you, my dear, are so unromantic?"

Jiang Dali reached out and pulled the clinging Wan Wan off, not even glancing at her tender form, facing forward at the crimson gate calmly saying, "I called you here for business, not romantic tales. I’m not into those."

Wan Wan glanced at Fan Qinghui, who was looking at her, and leaned part of her charming body against Jiang Dali, softly saying, "Alright, I’ll listen to you. Whether you want to tear down Cihang Jingzhai or burn the Martial Arts Holy Land, I’ll do what you say as long as you don’t take all these enchanting women as Village Chief’s Wives."

Behind, the West Mountain Six Heroes and others, watching Wan Wan’s graceful and transcendent beauty and captivating demeanor, were almost all dizzyingly mesmerized.

Little did they expect there truly existed such a woman in this world, seemingly a heavenly fairy in appearance, yet with behavior akin to hellish temptation, providing endless contrast and attraction.

Fan Qinghui frowned, pressed her palms together, and gazed at Wan Wan, saying, "Miss Wan Wan, now that you are the esteemed Sect Leader of the Yin Gui Sect, why not broaden your horizons? Why constantly think of fighting and creating trouble?"

"Creating trouble?"

Wan Wan’s face turned cold, her demeanor returning to her usual calm and firm state. She snorted lightly, coldly staring, "Speaking of creating trouble, your Cihang Jingzhai is even more of a stirrer, every generation drawing followers and instigating imperial throne disputes among the vassal states.

Compared to you, our Yin Gui Sect is but a small witch before a great witch. How about you start being open-minded first, and keep your gates closed, causing no more waves in the Martial World."

Fan Qinghui had yet to respond when a creaking sound was heard.

The crimson gate was suddenly opened by a young nun, who appeared middle-aged, with a plain face, stepping forward from behind the door.

Everyone’s gaze instantly fell on the two, seeing that the square behind showed no sign of life, Fan Qinghui nodded at the nun.

The middle-aged nun returned the gesture, softly reciting a Buddhist chant, calmly looking at Jiang Dali and Wan Wan, saying, "I am Wentian, greetings Master Jiang, Lady Wan Wan! It’s been heard you’ve come to pay your respects. The Chief and all the sisters are already quietly waiting at the Songtao Pavilion in the back mountain."

With that, the middle-aged nun turned to lead the way, seemingly untouched by worldly affairs.

"Chief?"

Jiang Dali looked at Fan Qinghui, who gestured for him to proceed. He walked boldly into the crimson gate, smiling calmly, "I know of your many successors, but who is the current Chief among them?"

Fan Qinghui then stepped forward, saying, "Our Cihang Jingzhai’s current Chief is Grandmaster Yun Xiangzhen."

"Oh? It’s her. I didn’t expect this senior to still be alive."

Jiang Dali’s eyes showed surprise as he followed the leading middle-aged nun on the pebble path by the main hall, heading straight towards the back mountain, speaking somewhat discourteously.

Fan Qinghui, unfazed, said calmly, "Grandmaster Yun is our Cihang Jingzhai’s ninth-generation Chief still living, and currently in this era, she is the Chief. Due to the current turmoil in the Martial World, Grandmaster Yun emerged to guard our clan. Perhaps in another decade or so, the position of Chief will pass to my junior sister Qin Mengyao."

"Hahaha."

Jiang Dali laughed, "Talking of turmoil, who now dares to find trouble with your Cihang Jingzhai in the Martial World today?"

Beside him, Wan Wan chuckled softly, "Isn’t it obvious? The only two people daring to trouble Cihang Jingzhai are already standing inside your mountain gate."

The two spoke.

The atmosphere instantly became tense and on edge.

Although the four were moving forward, the air had already stagnated; Jiang Dali’s black cloak dragged on the ground as his eyes flickered with a cold smile. He continued, "It seems this feast of treachery has indeed been meticulously planned for this village chief for quite some time. Interesting, this village chief is now even more intrigued."

"There was once a Daoist who excelled at chess, always giving others the benefit of the doubt in matches. If the village chief can treat others calmly and peacefully, surely you will receive more goodwill from the world."

Fan Qinghui spoke plainly, appearing as calm and collected as ever, yet her nerves were tighter than tendons on a cotton bow.

For she knew well that the many sisters from the Cihang Jingzhai were all gathered here to await the Black Wind Village Chief—this was indeed a pre-arranged feast of treachery within the zhai.

Originally, this plan was proposed by the ninth-generation ancestral master Yun Xiangzhen, aiming to eliminate the Black Wind Village Chief who has become a serious threat to the normal order of Ming Country when there is no other choice.

If the other party did not come, then so be it. They, who have taken the vows, would not seek trouble with him proactively, but would instead observe Zhu Yunwen’s situation in the days to come to ensure that the emperor of Ming Country does not become a puppet.

If it is indeed impossible to resolve, then they must decisively support Prince Yan to ascend to ease the long-term pain.

But now the other party has come, and he appears confident. Even though Fan Qinghui knew very well that from the moment the Black Wind Village Chief set foot on Emperor’s Foot Peak today, this giant of the Green Forest might find it hard to continue wreaking havoc in the Martial World, his illustrious reputation and numerous victories still left her inexplicably nervous.

At this moment, it’s not only Fan Qinghui who is tense. In truth, Jiang Dali and Wan Wan were already mentally strained, aware that this time they had truly ventured into the Dragon Pond and Tiger Cave. The Cihang Jingzhai had indeed concentrated the entire strength of the zhai to meet them here.

Jiang Dali’s speculation had already come true; he now felt that the sensation of being watched by an "eye" was even stronger.

Even when passing by the nearby beekeeping field, he felt the illusion that all the bees were staring at him.

If Di Ni truly exists and his Primordial Spirit is entrusted to the world,

Then not much land is required, just enough to encompass Emperor’s Foot Peak; immersed within Cihang Jingzhai, danger lurks at every corner, and every move could already be under surveillance.

This inconceivable Primordial Spirit Power has certainly surpassed that of Demon Master Pang Ban, surpassed Xiang Yutian, or even surpassed Xiong Ba. Though possibly limited by lifespan and the "Death Gate" state, it still appears so mysterious and unknown, instilling deep dread.

However, Jiang Dali does not regret. Even if he makes mistakes, he never wastes time being regretful; he only learns lessons and gains experience.

And this journey, he must undertake.

At this moment, thoughts and reflections flashed through his mind like firestones—are the prepared trump cards still effective at the current stage?

—If a few days ago, he had not refused Nie Renwang and Guan Yutian’s offer to accompany him on the mountain visit, how likely would they pose a threat to this old monster, Di Ni?

In his thoughts, they twisted and turned.

After passing through a fragrant tea plantation, they reached the vast expanse of the hillside, where the sound of cascading waterfalls burst forth.

In the distance, jagged peaks stood tall.

A waterfall broke through the rocks, cascading hundreds of yards with a thunderous roar.

In front of the group was a clearing, where a bright pavilion was set among the trees, overlooking a bottomless abyss, mist enveloping the peaks, with steep cliffs standing like axe cuts.

During this midsummer season, the surrounding area of the pavilion was lush and green, with mountain flowers blooming, like a paradise on earth.

Yet, even more divine than this earthly paradise were the few women of ethereal appearance gathered at the pavilion, brewing tea and setting up a banquet.

At this moment, even time seemed to stand still.

Wentian Ni stopped here and calmly said, "Master Jiang, Lady Wanwan, please!"

Across the table, Shi Feixuan, without a trace of makeup yet radiant like the sun rising from the clouds, turned her face toward Jiang Dali. Her vermilion lips let out a faint sigh of resignation, "Village chief, long time no see!"

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