Free Web NovelChapter 1699: Chapter 1309: Heroes of the World, Mightiest Among the Mighty, Who Can Claim the Title?
"Hehehe... The ancients said, where there are people, there is strife. This saying is true! The village chief went through countless hardships but resolved Shakyamuni. Although much of it was out of personal motives and interests, it also helped those sects oppressed by the Heavenly Gate out of their predicament. And now, so soon, so many have begun to exaggerate and seek trouble on their own."
In the grand Ice Palace of Heavenly Gate, Jiang Dali had changed into a clean set of clothes, sitting uncomfortably on the huge ice throne. With a smile, he put down the intelligence report in his hands, shook his head, and then stood up, stepping down the stairs while speaking.
"The territory and resources of this Heavenly Gate are quite good, the village chief is very interested, but the so-called position of Heavenly Gate Master is too cold and hard on Laozi’s backside. It’s not something the village chief cares about!"
Zhang Sanfeng completed a grand circulation of regaining energy, with wisps of white smoke above his head. Suddenly, he coughed out a mouthful of stagnant blood, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at Jiang Dali, speaking in a hoarse voice, "With Master Jiang’s words, the old Taoist can feel at ease about the Martial World. Indeed, the village chief, the stereotype left by your past ambitions in the Martial World makes those who don’t know you fear you like a tiger, naturally not wishing the tiger to grow wings."
But those of us who understand you can be at ease. This is like the ancient emperors and ministers. Some were ambitious and resisted by the world when they were emperors and ministers. Yet, as time passed and dynasties changed, later generations compared emperors throughout the ages, reflecting on their virtues and spreading their spirit."
"Oh?"
Jiang Dali paused in his steps, his tiger-like eyes revealed a flicker of brilliance, and he couldn’t help but think of his earlier worries about Qin Shi Huang. At this moment, it seemed that the words of the old Taoist had touched and relieved him. He nodded and said, "I never thought Master Zhang would have such a high evaluation of this junior, it’s truly my fortunate time."
"Such an evaluation of you is also because of your deeds.
Ask the Heroes of the World, among heroes, who can lead? None but you!
The ancients said, ’Do not ignore small good deeds; do not commit small evils.’ But gold has no red feet, man has no complete man. For those who are heroes, if their contribution to the world outweighs their faults, they can be praised and supported by the world!"
A woman’s voice full of majestic grace entered the Ice Hall.
Jiang Dali turned around and saw Demon Lord Bai Suzhen, Wu Ming, Yin Zhong, and others arriving together.
Wu Ming carried his hands on his back, his authoritative and coldly melancholic gaze settled on Jiang Dali, and with an approving look, he said, "Compared to Xiong Ba and Shakyamuni, your ambition is even greater. But having ambition is not a bad thing, and if ambition acts as an accomplice to wickedness, losing virtue, that is a bad thing.
If I had to choose one of the three to be Emperor, choosing Xiong Ba would mean sacrificing the Imperial Family line’s pleasures, leaving the people destitute, engulfed in war.
Choosing Shakyamuni as Emperor would mean sacrificing all beings, except for himself, would be exempt from extinction.
Choosing you as Emperor would at least ensure welfare for the people, for your past actions show that you are not a person without a heart for virtue."
"Is this now considered commercial praise?"
Faced with Zhang Sanfeng, Wu Ming, and Demon Lord Bai Suzhen, such legendary figures of the Martial World praising him so, even Jiang Dali, who usually had a thick skin, couldn’t help but feel his skin flush, but within, he felt wise for his previous choices to save disasters.
Indeed, his ambition was not small, and even now, the thought of conquering the world has not changed.
This concerns unraveling the mysteries of his rebirth and transmigration, concerns his life’s ambition, which cannot change or be shaken.
Yet, truly, he would not resort to any means to achieve his goals like Xiong Ba, nor regard all people as mere weeds like Shakyamuni.
On the contrary, when encountering injustice, he would act decisively, and when brothers were in trouble, he would offer staunch support.
As players often say, "This Black Wind Village Chief can be relied upon, and when needed, he truly steps up."
Such is the way of righteousness and generosity, not failing the trust of a group of brothers, nor failing the brave and ambitious spirit of a man with lofty aspirations!
Jiang Dali sighed inwardly, "He who attains the Way gains much assistance, he who loses the Way gains little assistance... Walking this path, I have also grown. Otherwise, whether it was attacking No God Absolute Palace, World Association, or the Heavenly Gate now, how would there be so many brothers and friends helping? This is the acknowledgment from people of this world that I’ve gradually gained as I’ve matured."
Such thoughts of reflection flashed like lightning in his mind, his gaze fell on Yin Zhong, whose complexion had significantly restored. With a smile in his tiger eyes, he asked, "How is Lord Yin feeling in terms of recovery from his injuries now?"
Yin Zhong had already had suspicions, and at this moment, he smiled while clasping his fists, saying, "Thanks to Brother Jiang’s elixir, otherwise, even if I did not die today, I would have suffered significant Essence Qi damage, relying on the Spirit Mirror not knowing when I would recover. Yet, what was the elixir Brother Jiang gave me to ingest?"
Jiang Dali laughed heartily, his hands behind his back, and said, "What I gave you is precisely the Infinite Heart Transformation Pill that you’ve long desired!"
"What!?"
Yin Zhong was greatly shocked, his expression urgent as he stepped forward hurriedly, "You gave me the Infinite Heart Transformation Pill to ingest? I... alas! What a waste! I’ve always wanted an Infinite Heart Transformation Pill to save my daughter Yue Ya, Brother Jiang, you..."
"Hahaha!"
Jiang Dali threw his head back in laughter, then shook his head as he moved his hands from behind to in front, slowly spreading his palm, speaking in a calm tone, "Lord Yin, look, what is this?"
Yin Zhong’s body trembled, his eyes immediately fixed on the dragon-eye-sized pill wrapped in wax paper lying in Jiang Dali’s palm, "This is..."
"This is the true Infinite Heart Transformation Pill!"
Jiang Dali smiled faintly and said, "What I gave you was Phoenix Blood. Phoenix Blood inherently possesses special healing powers for severe wounds, moreover... Lord Yin, you initially desired Phoenix Blood, do you now feel your blood heating, filled with strength?"
Yin Zhong relaxed internally, then rejoiced, his face moved while he gazed into Jiang Dali’s smiling eyes, the two exchanged looks. Yin Zhong nodded slowly, clasping his fists and expressing his gratitude, "Thank you, Brother Jiang, for fulfilling my need!"
Jiang Dali chuckled and said, "Lord Yin, no need to be so polite. This was exchanged for with life-risking danger, it is what you deserved."
After speaking, he suddenly turned, looking at the two figures quietly sitting cross-legged on the ice platform behind him, and the Great Strength Fire Qilin Saber standing next to them in the ice.
The crowd looked over, their expressions turned solemn.
If the Heavenly Gate battle was a great success, everyone would rejoice, then the only unsuccessful, the only unfortunate outcome, was the sacrifice made by the Sword Saint.
Continuously executing Sword Twenty-Three twice, the Sword Saint’s heart power and Primordial Spirit were exhausted, nearly facing the result of Body and Soul Destroyed.
Such circumstances should not have come to this, should not have happened.
But when Sword Twenty-Three was first executed, it was forcibly interrupted by Shakyamuni with the Heavenly Heart Tribulation, the Sword Saint was severely injured, nearly collapsing.
And in that extremely dangerous situation, the Sword Saint executed Sword Twenty-Three again. Even though this second sword accomplished the promise made to Monk Emperor to eliminate Shakyamuni, causing the old monster who lived for over a thousand years to finally fail to escape, yet as a result, he found himself directly stepping into Ghost Gate.
At this moment, the Sword Saint had only a sliver of vitality remaining...
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