Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 876 - 698: A Father’s Failing in Teaching His Child, Observing the Blade

Chapter 876: Chapter 698: A Father’s Failing in Teaching His Child, Observing the Blade

"Ding Peng!"

Jiang Dali’s steps halted, his gaze coldly watching Ding Peng appearing in the courtyard below, his lips curling into a faint smile as he spoke.

"What? Did you hear what I just said? Are you still planning to forgive Xie Xiaoyu? Can you face Qingqing?"

"Shut up!"

Ding Peng’s expression darkened, suddenly looking at Xie Xiaoyu who was vomiting blood in his arms, his bright eyes filled with coldness, "Is what he said true? Are you really the Heavenly Beauty Palace Master, are you Yu Wuxia, did you approach me just for the Demon Blade in my hand, and did you cause Qingqing’s father’s death! Is it true!!"

By the last sentence, Ding Peng was almost shouting.

Xie Xiaoyu smiled tragically in Ding Peng’s arms, her eyes misty as she spoke, "What if it’s true? What if it’s false? Ding Peng, to you, I am merely dispensable, what does it matter to you what I do?"

Ding Peng’s face turned cold, his eyes showing a murderous intent like ice, "Do you think that just because you are Senior Xie’s daughter, I don’t dare to kill you? You appear pure, but your thoughts are extremely vicious, you killed the Old Sect Master, and you don’t know how many people from the Demon Sect you’ve harmed. Today I will abolish your martial arts, so you will have no chance to harm others anymore!!"

Hoo! ——

Ding Peng suddenly slammed his palm down, heavily hitting Xie Xiaoyu’s Dantian.

"Ah!!"

Xie Xiaoyu screamed miserably, her delicate face with veins bulging, her eyes filled with venomous anger staring at Ding Peng, blood spitting from her mouth as she laughed tragically, "Yes...I approached you just to get the Demon Blade in your hand, I wanted to harm people, I hate that you love Qingqing yet don’t spare me a glance. I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!!!"

"Xiaoyu!!"

A figure moved swiftly as the wind, pushing Ding Peng away with a boom, and caught Xie Xiaoyu in his arms, it was Xie Xiaofeng.

"Village chief!"

At this time, from the woods outside the courtyard, Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing’s figures also floated out, flashing to the top of the courtyard wall.

Jiang Dali glanced at the two women, shaking his head slightly, "I told you to sleep, yet you insisted on coming out for the drama."

In the distance, the firelight blazed, many in the manor were alarmed, and began to approach this side.

Xie Xiaoyu lay in Xie Xiaofeng’s arms, smiling sorrowfully with energy fading as she whispered, "Father, you were once a legend in the Martial World...now look again, what has our Divine Sword Manor become since you retired?...

Your daughter is exhausted trying to maintain our manor’s prestige of old, so tired, so tired..."

"Don’t speak, don’t speak Xiaoyu."

Xie Xiaofeng’s hands adhered tightly to Xie Xiaoyu’s back and chest, continuously transferring inner strength to her.

"No need to strive for me anymore, I’m already a cripple, Divine Sword Manor...doesn’t need cripples, doesn’t need cripples!"

Xie Xiaoyu’s mouth overflowed with blood, her eyes fixed on Xie Xiaofeng, pleading, "Kill me, I have committed too many evils, tarnishing Divine Sword Manor’s reputation, kill me..."

Xie Xiaofeng shook his head with a sad smile, "Silly child, Divine Sword Manor never conquers others with force, but with heart and morals, even if you are crippled, even if you were once beyond redemption, as long as you turn back now, it’s still not too late!

The true power that can make people submit is never martial arts and violence, but tolerance and love! Do you understand?"

Ding Peng frowned.

Watching Xie Xiaoyu’s painful appearance at this moment, he couldn’t help but struggle with his emotions.

Reflecting deeply, had he been too negligent in his treatment of Xiaoyu?

Even if Xie Xiaoyu approached him with ulterior motives.

She indeed helped him a lot before, accompanied him for a long time, even if detestable, not truly hateful.

"The true power that can make people submit is never martial arts and violence...but tolerance and love...?"

Xie Xiaoyu lay in Xie Xiaofeng’s arms murmuring, her emotions gradually stabilizing, yet her eyelids seemed to be fighting a battle, slowly closing her eyes.

A stream of tears slid from the corners of her closed eyes to her ear, moistening her hair.

"Xiaoyu!"

Xie Xiaofeng quickly checked her breath, seeing that she merely fainted, he let out a long breath of relief.

Jiang Dali jumped down from the rooftop, walking over and said plainly, "Senior Xie, your swordsmanship is indeed rare in the world, your heart even I admire.

But the ability to nurture descendants definitely needs improvement, hopefully Xie Xiaoyu will learn from this lesson and be reborn, don’t continue to disrupt the Martial World."

Many from the manor and Black Wind Village players who came hastily were confusedly looking at the scene, then silently their minds posed a question mark.

Hasn’t the Black Wind Village Chief himself caused enough chaos in the Martial World, now he’s lecturing Xie Xiaofeng on not raising his descendants well enough to disturb the Martial World?

Is there anything more ridiculous in the Martial World?

"Village chief Jiang, you’re right."

Xie Xiaofeng didn’t become angry, instead responded sincerely, turning to Jiang Dali and Ding Peng with guilt and said, "Xiaoyu was raised by her mother since young, her actions may have been influenced by the style of the Demon Sect, for this I cannot blame her, instead, I deeply feel guilty.

Because I haven’t fulfilled a single day of a father’s duty.

Therefore, I always let Xiaoyu be, never thinking she’d now seem to have been led astray..."

Speaking, Xie Xiaofeng looked at Ding Peng, his expression weary yet genuine, "Young friend Ding, I heard what you said just now when I arrived, didn’t expect Xiaoyu to have hurt you so greatly.

But I, Xie Xiaofeng, only have this one daughter, I’ve failed her too much, the fault lies with the father for not teaching the child, I’m willing to receive punishment on Xiaoyu’s behalf."

After speaking, with a clang, Xie Xiaofeng’s longsword abruptly unsheathed.

"Stop!"

Ding Peng shouted violently, drawing his crescent moon-like curved blade.

The blade light flashed!

Like a crescent moon, the blade light immediately flew toward Xie Xiaofeng.

However, Xie Xiaofeng’s unsheathed sword light swept past the blade light like the wind, without hesitation stabbing towards himself.

"Ang!!"

A roar like a golden dragon suddenly erupted at this moment.

The strong wind rose sharply.

A stream of Golden Dragon Qi accompanied by Jiang Dali’s grasping palm flew out, rolling towards the longsword in Xie Xiaofeng’s hand.

Xie Xiaofeng’s wrist shook, the sword light changed again, like wind and mist, wispy and indistinct, and the Sword Qi that erupted easily shredded the Qi Force constructed by the Dragon Capturing Hand into pieces.

"Stop!!"

Jiang Dali coldly shouted, leaping forward, his right hand forming a palm blade.

At the moment the blade was swung, an incredibly powerful suction suddenly transformed into a wildly spinning blade light like a golden millstone appearing abruptly.

Tri-element Demise Slash!

The air in the space of a yard instantly churned into thick porridge!

A chaotic wave of air surged within, drawn towards the vortex-like golden Saber Qi.

Xie Xiaofeng’s movement suddenly halted, feeling as if all his spirit was completely locked, his body and mind were under immense pressure and urgency, the surrounding space seemed to collapse and retract in the rapidly approaching vortex-like golden blade light.

The sword in his hand was the first to be sucked close to the vortex of blade light, clinging and buzzing in vibration.

Xie Xiaofeng’s arm shook violently, his grip cracked, and his spirit overflowed.

He felt his body weaken, his palm ache, and the Divine Sword in his hand slipped away.

The dazzling vortex of blade light, which emitted a stunning suction, disappeared at the same time.

Jiang Dali’s palm tightly clasped the Xie Family Divine Sword like a bovine tongue rolling grass, staring at Xie Xiaofeng, his body slowly stood upright, "Senior Xie, I once admired your character and mind, never imagined you would disappoint me so much.

As a strong person, how can you constantly seek death, and joke with your own life?"

Ding Peng’s figure approached at this time as well, eyes bright and staring at Xie Xiaofeng, "Senior Xie, you don’t need to bear the burden of others’ mistakes. Even though you are Xie Xiaoyu’s father, I do not blame you.

She has already been punished for the crimes she committed, and if she realizes her mistake upon awakening, then she is not beyond redemption. I think even Qingqing would forgive her.

Therefore, you should not sacrifice your own life for the mistakes she made."

Xie Xiaofeng was speechless.

He wasn’t about to commit suicide; he wanted to sever his own arm as punishment for himself. If he did commit suicide, once Xie Xiaoyu woke up, there would be no one to supervise and guide her, she might go astray again.

But now that Ding Peng is willing to choose forgiveness, Xie Xiaofeng is filled with gratitude and shame.

Jiang Dali glanced around, his eyes resolutely looking at the people from the manor who approached from all sides, coldly laughing, "It is easy enough for Xie Xiaoyu to turn back: first step, disperse all those sinister associates around her. There are quite a few Demon Sect people mixed into this Divine Sword Manor of yours."

Upon these words, quite a few people from the manor, including Housekeeper Xie, had slight changes in their expressions.

Jiang Dali chuckled, his eyes with ridicule, despite never involving himself with anything about the Demon Sect or the self-proclaimed reputable sects, he never sympathized with either side.

Because his stance and camp might be somewhere between the two.

But Demon Sect people’s reckless evil deeds are incontestable.

Some Demon Sect people engage in the cruel practice of treating humans as medicines to cultivate their unusual Devil Skills.

For instance, after players appeared in the Mixed Martial Arts World, some Demon Sect people captured and bound players, controlling them not to die by suicide, then planting various medicines on them, making players into Medicine People. Such cruel methods are heinous.

Therefore, Jiang Dali does not have much goodwill towards Demon Sect people.

He, although a thief and mountain bandit, follows a code; once he kills, it ends there, never involving himself in bizarre tricks.

Xie Xiaofeng frowned, looking all around, his tone heavy, "Thank you, Master Jiang, for the reminder. I will immediately cleanse the atmosphere within the manor and restore the century-old reputation of my Divine Sword Manor."

"Whatever you wish."

Jiang Dali indifferently returned the Xie Family Divine Sword, suspected to be a first-grade named weapon, to Xie Xiaofeng, hinting casually, "Your life is yours, but in truth, your life or death won’t have much impact on this Martial World; however, it does have some impact on me.

Because, the place I sensed through you interests me."

Xie Xiaofeng was taken aback, slowly revealing a smile on his aged face, nodding, "If I indeed embark on searching for that place, I will call upon you, Master Jiang, your strength accompanying me is a great security guarantee."

"And me."

Ding Peng stepped out slowly, looked at the two, eyes bright, "I want to go, too."

Jiang Dali glanced sideways at Ding Peng, his gaze falling on the Crescent Moon Saber in his hand.

Ding Peng squinted slightly, snorted lightly, "Although my current strength is not yet on par with the two of you, I will catch up quickly."

Jiang Dali laughed, "How quickly? As fast as your Chief?"

Ding Peng frowned, replied flatly, "Indeed, you are one of the most talented I’ve seen in the martial world, your cultivation speed incredibly swift, but I won’t lag far behind. You want to take a look at my saber, don’t you?"

Ding Peng raised his hand, the curved Crescent Moon Saber in his hand released a magical sheen and aura under the moonlight.

"You can look at this blade now!"

Jiang Dali’s eyes were instantly drawn like a magnet, firmly locked on the Demon Blade in Ding Peng’s hand.

The sheathed blade, the black scabbard, the curved handle.

This is the indestructible Crescent Moon Saber, the Demon God’s blade feared by the world, the Divine Saber that shocked the world, rumored to have engraved upon it the poem "One Night Listening to Spring Rain in a Small Tower," a blade that strikes terror in everyone.

"Great!"

Jiang Dali reached out for Ding Peng’s Crescent Moon Saber, his five fingers suddenly grasped the curved handle...

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