Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1204 - 942–943: Supreme Sword! A Heart of Crimson Devotion for the Blade! [Monthly Ticket Requested]

Chapter 1204: Chapter 942–943: Supreme Sword! A Heart of Crimson Devotion for the Blade! [Monthly Ticket Requested]

The Sword Demon became a demon for the sake of the sword, yet he couldn’t control the demon within the sword, nor the demon in his own heart, and thus cannot be considered a true demon among demons.

In the heart of this village chief, there is only one person truly worthy of being called a Sword Demon, and compared to him, the current Sword Demon is far too lacking." 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Everyone heard this and was taken aback, wanting to argue back but realizing the words carried profound reasoning.

Even Li Wuji, the Demon Exterminating Sword, felt it deeply at the moment — if the Sword Demon could control the demon in his heart, he wouldn’t have seized the sword at such an obviously inopportune moment, ultimately dying under Heaven’s Punishment. If he could control the demon within the sword, he wouldn’t have been unable to wield the Fire Qilin Sword.

But who could be the person that makes this arrogant and proud Black Wind Village Chief speak with such admiration?

Zhong Mei pondered for a moment, moved, clasped his hands, and asked, "May I ask the name of the one Master Jiang considers the true Sword Demon?"

Jiang Dali laughed heartily, his eyes flashing with wonder as he gazed toward the horizon and said lightly, "This person has lived a lonely and solitary life, known as ’Seeking Defeat,’ with the surname Dugu and the name ’Qiubai’!"

"Dugu Qiubai!?"

"The supreme sword master Dugu Qiubai from the former Song Country?"

Everyone present reacted with a slight change of expression, as the words "Dugu Qiubai" symbolized strength, invincibility, loneliness, and solitude amongst swordsmen, defeating many supreme swordsmen from various vassal states, leaving no room for argument.

A top swordsmith like Zhong Mei had certainly heard of Dugu Qiubai’s name, and thus, had no words to refute; he sighed deeply and bowed with clasped hands toward the artifact refining pool emitting overwhelming heat waves, saying, "A sincere heart remains for the sword, a cold gleam of swordlight shoots to the stars. You became a demon for the sake of the sword and finally laid to rest within the sword refining pool. It could be said that you lived for the sword and died for the sword. I will return and faithfully report the cause of your death."

Saying this, Zhong Mei turned his head, clasped his hands towards Jiang Dali and said, "Master Jiang, now that the Fire Qilin Sword has been successfully melted, even the Sword Demon has died under Heaven’s Punishment. The first half of the Sword Melting and Knife Casting Conference is considered a success, and you should be satisfied. But allow me to take my leave first; I am not interested in watching the knife casting that follows!"

Upon these words, the atmosphere immediately became tense and solemn again, with everyone’s gaze falling on Jiang Dali, their thoughts varied as their eyes flickered.

Jiang Dali chuckled, rose slightly, clasped his hands faintly, and then placed his hands behind his back, saying, "Since Master Zhong has decided to leave first, this village chief naturally will not force you to stay. I just hope that Master Zhong will someday craft a supreme sword and invite me to Baijian Villa to admire it!"

Upon hearing this, both Zhong Mei and the other casters present breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that this Black Wind Village Chief does indeed possess courage and generosity, and did not implicate Zhong Mei due to the Sword Demon incident.

Thus, he wasn’t exactly as brutal and vengeful as the rumors in the Martial World would suggest; he was still a reasonable and dignified person.

However, the latter part of Jiang Dali’s words was understood by everyone, including Zhong Mei, as a challenge from Jiang Dali on behalf of Divine Iron City to Baijian Villa.

It seemed to imply, "Today, Divine Iron City’s Sword Melting and Knife Casting Conference has gained your recognition and achieved success. Therefore, Divine Iron City stands above Baijian Villa today. If someday you at Baijian Villa have the opportunity to craft a supreme sword that surpasses Divine Iron City, please invite me to have a look."

Such words carried deep meaning and had a hint of insult, but considering the competition for status in the crafting world, everyone present could understand, though only Zhong Mei felt immediately urged and, with a heavy heart, solemnly clasped his hands towards Jiang Dali and spoke.

"Rest assured, Master Jiang, that one day I will certainly craft a supreme sword and invite you and many friends from the Martial World to Baijian Villa for viewing."

"Good!"

Jiang Dali nodded with a smile, raised a hand in invitation, and a disciple immediately stepped forward to lead Zhong Mei away from the seat.

When he saw Zhong Mei’s eager demeanor, he realized that the latter had mistaken his words for a provocation, unaware that he had ulterior motives.

Yet it was understandable, as chronicled in ancient texts, Zhong Mei only approximately ten years later, when Bu Jingyun was grown up, crafted a supreme sword at Baijian Villa.

At this time, the supreme sword was likely still being forged and had not taken shape, and even its name might not have been decided.

A sudden thought occurred in Jiang Dali’s mind, "Hmm? If there is such a thing as a butterfly effect, could Zhong Mei’s future naming of the ’Supreme Sword’ be influenced by my words today urging him to craft a supreme sword and invite me to view it?

If so, would the peculiar name ’Supreme Sword’ have been born from Zhong Mei’s desire to challenge me?"

As his thoughts shifted, the Demon Exterminating Sword Li Wuji stood out, chanting a Buddhist mantra softly, and said, "Master Jiang, I must also excuse myself from observing the next knife casting process. Please forgive our departure. Once you have cast the treasure knife, please do not trouble the Martial World to avoid tarnishing Sword Casting City’s former prestige."

"Master!"

Jian Xiong, with tears in his eyes, stood behind Li Wuji, feeling both unwilling and humiliated, glaring at Jiang Dali with angry, wide eyes.

Jiang Dali snorted coldly, his eyes opening and closing to reveal a hidden brilliance, fixed on Li Wuji and his companions, and said coldly, "You just now spoke righteously about punishing this village chief; I said I would hold you accountable come autumn. And now you want to leave? Isn’t it a bit early?"

All the invited guests present understood that the time had come for retribution, and those who were close to Li Wuji and his group immediately stepped aside, unwilling to involve themselves in such matters.