Chapter 1927 - 1480: Rare Heroic Spirit, Hardest to Endure the Beauty’s Favor

When he obtained the Secret Key, it also meant he had accepted yet another heavy gift from He Jin. In the "inside–outside coordination" plan he had agreed on with the Regent King for the future, he would likewise give He Jin some returns, at the very least leave a gap in the net for the He Family.

This was also the consensus he and the Regent King had already reached.

Dealing with a deeply entrenched top clan, wanting to completely wipe them out in one go simply wasn’t realistic.

Divide and alienate, even stir them up until they’re at each other’s throats like dogs biting dogs—that is the optimal strategy.

After meeting He Jin, Jiang Dali then gathered with Wang Yuyan and the other two women who had rushed over to see him, telling them of his experiences after he had mistakenly entered the Sky. It was just that, regarding the Twisted Land and the truth of this heaven and earth being warped, he still didn’t lay it all out, so as not to make the three women unable to accept it.

In fact, this kind of absurd truth, whether it was him or the Players, they had already, through different pieces of information in ancient texts, vaguely guessed as much.

Only, before actually entering the Sky and seeing the truth, no one could be sure, nor would such an overwhelming shock be born.

Now, the Mixed Martial Arts World is the product of multiple worlds twisted together after time and space were distorted. This fact is laid right before their eyes; the Twisted Land within the Sky is ironclad proof. Yet Jiang Dali still doesn’t know how to explain it to the three women.

He even sometimes asks himself: once, someday, this twisted world is about to return to normal, where should everyone go? And he, a man who does not belong to this world, where should he go?

This question lies across Jiang Dali’s heart. Without speaking out the abstruse, Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing have yet to notice, but Wan Wan, who has long since been cultivating the Daoist Heart Demon Planting Technique alongside them, purely through a kind of spiritual telepathy, senses that there seems to be some unspeakable secret hidden in Jiang Dali’s words.

She can hardly imagine what kind of matter could make someone of Jiang Dali’s temperament feel there’s something he cannot speak of. This unknown silence instead gives rise to a nameless fear in her heart.

Because anything that even the Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali—who in her heart is omnipotent—feels concern about, for them, would absolutely be a catastrophic problem they cannot bear.

Jiang Dali seems to notice Wan Wan’s perception. A soul-stirring gleam flashes through his eyes as he looks at her, and he deliberately sends out a certain mental message beyond ordinary understanding, making Wan Wan sense it. He smiles and says, "Wan Wan, you’ve only just arrived in the Holy Dynasty and haven’t gone around to take a look. I still need to stay in the Scripture Pavilion of the Holy Dynasty for a day, and afterward I have other important matters to handle. These days, you can ride the Demon Dragon and enjoy yourselves touring the Holy Dynasty."

"Alright! Whatever you say, village chief, of course this humble woman and the two sisters will obey."

Wan Wan’s bright eyes and white teeth curve into a charming smile. She immediately uses that smile to cover up the panic in her heart, preventing Wang Yuyan and Murong Qingqing from noticing. Then she naturally sidles closer, looping her arm through Jiang Dali’s strong elbow, her aura-brimming pretty face leaning against him as she murmurs.

"We three are willing to obey your command, village chief. But you’re always soaring high and roaming low with no fixed perch. It’s just about to be night now—tonight, let us three sisters accompany you in drinking and reminiscing, and attend upon you to sleep, alright?"

"Ah!?"

Wang Yuyan had been staring blankly at Wan Wan leaning against Jiang Dali, and was caught off guard by such unrestrained words. Her pretty face instantly flushed scarlet, and she suddenly became unable to sit still.

"What’s wrong?"

Wan Wan’s delicate face suddenly takes on a hint of severity, powdered cheeks turning imposing as she says, "Could it be you don’t plan to spend a night with the village chief? If you insist on being reserved, then you can just..."

"No, no! That’s not it! I..."

Before Wan Wan can finish, she’s cut off by Wang Yuyan. Wang Yuyan gathers her courage, hurriedly waves her hand, her slender jade neck lightly turning as she glances at Jiang Dali. As if carrying immense shyness, she lowers her head until it’s pressed against her full, shapely chest, and softly says, "I’m willing too."

"And you?" Wan Wan looks toward Murong Qingqing.

Murong Qingqing just happens to meet Jiang Dali’s raised-brow gaze head-on. She freezes for a moment, then, before Jiang Dali can react, Murong Qingqing’s pretty face is already flushed all over, her ears turning pink like a rabbit’s in a swish.

She hastily uses the excuse of turning away to pick up a teacup to cover her embarrassment, letting out a soft "mm" like a mosquito buzzing. Such bashful demeanor appearing on an ice beauty like her can only be described as infinitely alluring, temptation to the extreme.

A rare hero’s spirit; the hardest thing to bear is a beauty’s grace.

Jiang Dali’s heart, calm as a still well, ripples. He avoids Wan Wan’s increasingly fervent gaze, brimming with affection almost ready to drip, rises to his full height, and stands by the window with his hands clasped behind his back, taking in the distant night scenery.

Outside, frogs croak endlessly in the lotus pond. A gust of night wind brushes his face, invigorating his spirit. The subtle fragrance of three women floats around him. The window is suddenly, lightly closed by a deft, delicate hand.

He knows.

Tonight, there’s no escaping.

Even tomorrow, only he will be able to walk out of this room.

But this too is part of life’s splendor. There will never be another moment when life can be so beautiful, so close to nature and emotion...

A gust of night wind brushes his face, invigorating his spirit—he knows.

Tonight, there’s no escaping.

Even tomorrow, only he will be able to walk out of this room.

But this too is part of life’s splendor. There will never be another moment when life can be so beautiful, so close to nature and emotion...

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(Brothers, I’m begging for monthly tickets! I really need those monthly tickets this month!)