Indestructible Body Of Vajra Of The Village Leader-Chapter 1353 - 1041: One Melody Breaks the Heart, Two Melodies Seek a Kindred Spirit at the End of the World

Chapter 1353: Chapter 1041: One Melody Breaks the Heart, Two Melodies Seek a Kindred Spirit at the End of the World

Swoosh——

Po Jun bent down, wiped the spilled wine clean on the ground, then calmly stood up and turned to leave.

"Wait!"

The strange guest with black and red long hair picked up the silver tael on the table and said, "This is a reward for you from grandpa."

Po Jun paused, and replied calmly, "This is my duty, no need for a reward."

The surrounding guests were amazed and thought it was remarkable that this waiter had such backbone.

The guest laughed eerily, insisting, "The silver tael I’ve given, you must accept it. If you refuse, then restore the wine that was just spilled on the floor for grandpa."

Po Jun frowned slightly, saying, "Why is the esteemed guest being so aggressive? I am just an ordinary waiter, there’s no need to make things difficult for me."

The guest laughed heartily, "No! You’re not ordinary! If you were ordinary, grandpa wouldn’t bother to make things difficult for you. Precisely because you’re not ordinary, grandpa wants to trouble you! You either take the silver tael and thank grandpa before leaving, or you don’t need to leave."

At this moment, all the guests in the tavern realized the situation, instantly understanding that this waiter might not be just an ordinary person, and the enemy had come knocking.

Those with skill and courage dared to stay in the tavern to watch, but those who feared trouble had already quickly paid their bill and hurried downstairs to leave.

Many of the guests who had just ordered Po Jun around now had interesting expressions, not expecting the waiter in Zhonghua Pavilion to have such a background.

Po Jun slowly turned and looked at the strange man, with a puzzled expression, "I have never met you before, if there was any past offense, I ask for your forgiveness. All I want now is to live a simple life here, I won’t take your silver."

"If you don’t take it, I won’t let you off easily!"

The strange man sneered, squeezing the silver tael between two fingers and thrusting it forward, it shot towards Po Jun like a dazzling meteor, like lightning striking close to his brow.

Po Jun’s gaze sharpened, suddenly thrusting his palm horizontally in front; the move was plain, yet it gathered eighty percent of his power, the palm force was as heavy as thunder, catching the silver tael with a bang.

But in that flash of a moment, the strange man was already upon him like the wind, thrusting a finger towards Po Jun’s "Rat Squeak Acupoint" with his right hand’s middle finger.

Feeling threatened, Po Jun shouted, and his originally peaceful True Qi instantly transformed into the ferocious Execution Evil Gang Qi, and with his right hand erupted an astonishing Slaughter Energy forming Heart Seal, while his left hand aligned fingers like a sword, unleashing formidable Sword Qi and Sword Intent.

This explosive moment transformed the entire tavern into a chilling ocean of Sword Qi.

Everyone watching was horrified, struck by the immense Slaughter Energy, stumbling in panic, and ceramic and glassware shattered everywhere in crisp sounds.

"Po Jun!"

A calm voice suddenly echoed.

In an instant, a figure clad in blue robes appeared in the tavern like a gentle breeze, arriving in front of the two battling figures.

Remarkably, even though he came later, he interjected into the battle before the two could clash, demonstrating astonishing speed that shocked everyone.

Bang——!

Both Po Jun’s Sword Qi Heart Seal and the strange man’s Finger force were neutralized by a pure yet vast Sword Qi three feet outside the blue-robed figure.

Both were startled, quickly retreating.

All those watching suddenly felt the oppressive atmosphere lifting, as if descending from a precarious Volcano into safety, and hastily fled downstairs.

The strange armored man with black and red hair drifted to the window, standing still, his eyes filled with astonishment as he stared at the blue-robed middle-aged man in front of him, as if countless thunderbolts rushed through his mind, recalling the years when this familiar yet much younger face swept through the Martial World, cautiously stating, "Is it you? Really you!? You’re really here?"

"Since you’ve come here and forced me out, surely you know if I truly remain here, Divine General!"

The blue-robed middle-aged man replied calmly, tilting his head.

He had a sparse mustache and greying temples, his deep gaze carrying an unassailable majesty, appearing cold yet warm, as if having experienced infinite vicissitudes.

The Divine General, whose identity was revealed, glared ominously at the blue-robed middle-aged man, then suddenly laughed, "After all these years, I didn’t expect the once ambitious and majestic you to become this way, has your power regressed over the years?"

The blue-robed middle-aged man, hands behind his back, replied blandly, "The grudges and fame of the Martial World are but past clouds to me now, I wish not to speak of them, leave."

He seemed as if he should not exist in this world, detached from all the joys and sorrows, for he was essentially a nameless person.

The Divine General’s cold face showed a brief pause, then an evil smile emerged, suddenly shouting, "Before I leave, I must see if you’re still the legend of the past!"

Thump!——

He took a step forward, the entire tavern trembling as if under his feet.

A massive Inner Strength surged out from within him, and his stature of more than eight feet seemed to grow taller with each step, emanating an apocalyptic aura, his red-black long hair rising with the wind, making him look like a Demon God!

Three Flowers has formed!

He was among the strongest under Returning to Truth, a strong Spiritual Wave converging at his brow, as the Divine General suddenly attacked, with a "whoosh," his palms turning into fists, hurling out.

The fist wind roared, but then fell silent, colliding soundlessly, yet the tremendous force suffocated the surrounding cups, bowls, and dishes, along with two coiling vortices of Fist Force, rushing towards the blue-robed man.

For an instant, it seemed as if everything around slowed down.

Bowls, tables, chairs, even the Divine General’s forceful fists appeared strangely slow.

It was as if space itself was slow like an ox cart moving gradually, or a turtle inching forward, sinking into an invisible, intangible swamp.

Po Jun’s eyes bulged like a cow’s, feeling an oppressive weight leaving him unable to move, a strong sense of danger urging an immediate counterattack.

Yet just then, the blue-robed man at his side suddenly made a move.

As he made his move, there was a faint, melancholic Sword Intent contained within. At the very instant he pointed with a finger, the buzzing Sword Intent erupted, making everything around, even the airflow in the air, seem as sharp as a sword, instantly condensing into a densely woven Sword Qi like a net.

The Divine General’s pupils suddenly contracted.

The intense Sword Qi, as if encompassing the entire space, suddenly attacked.

As weapons clashed, the air violently shook, emitting a deafening "boom"!

Even though the Divine General carried the pinnacle Divine Skill of the Destructive Demon Body and had an unfathomable Inner Strength, the terrifying Sword Qi pierced through his Fist Gang and entered his meridians. In his spirit, he felt a pain akin to being pierced by ten thousand swords. The whole person was blasted through the wall, flying straight outside the house.

Bam!!——

His body somersaulted like a slingshot, crashing hard to the ground, kneeling on one knee, shattering the ground tiles with a burst of debris and dust, startling the crowd on the street to retreat one after another.

A shallow pit appeared on the ground, but the Divine General’s body seemed as if made of iron, showing no injuries. He suddenly lifted his head, filled with shock and dread as he looked towards the inn.

On the signboard, the three characters "Zhonghua Pavilion" brimming with an ancient and restrained strength, deeply pierced his eyes.

Whoosh——

The Divine General’s figure turned into a blur, disappearing behind a building after a few leaps.

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"Wu Ming, why did he come? Could it merely be because he’s interested in you?"

Po Jun looked at the huge hole smashed into the wall and said.

The man in blue revealed a worried and contemplative look, "He was able to find me, I’m afraid it was by relying on the power of the God-searching Palace.

If the god from the God-searching Palace still exists in the world, their current power must be extremely terrifying, and that god is ambitious. I’m afraid turmoil is about to rise in the Martial World."

"What does this have to do with you? Now, you and I are just nobodies who don’t meddle in Martial World affairs." Po Jun said with a laugh.

Wu Ming turned to glance at Po Jun, shaking his head, "Even though you’ve commendably calmed your mind during this time, you just exposed your killing intent. With that, your mind is already unsettled, and everything must start anew."

"No!"

Po Jun’s face twisted in anger, the arrogance of the past resurfacing on his face. Yet the next moment, he suddenly realized something, looked down at the flattened Silver beneath his foot, swiftly moved his foot aside, and issued a palm to suck up the Silver.

On the other side of the Silver was an extremely obvious scratch.

Recalling the feel of the Silver before, Po Jun suddenly grabbed it, his Inner Qi erupting as he forcefully tore it apart.

Instantly, the flattened silver ingot was pulled back to its original state.

As it returned to its original state, what was initially a deep scratch rapidly stretched and deformed with the rising volume of the silver ingot, forming a line of clear writing, as if etched by a tenacious fingernail.

"The divine artifact under Leifeng Tower is in Xiong Ba’s hand!"

Po Jun’s pupils suddenly shrank. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶

Nearby, Wu Ming also couldn’t help but have a slight change in his eyes when he saw this line of writing.

"Xiong Ba——"

Po Jun squinted, looking at Wu Ming, "Why did that Divine General want to tell you this information?"

Wu Ming sighed slightly in his heart, crossed his hands behind his back, and walked to the broken wall on the second floor, calmly saying, "That divine artifact shouldn’t have belonged to anyone in the world, but it was obtained by that god later.

After that god returned the artifact to its original place, the world was supposed to be at peace.

But now, the artifact has been taken again by Xiong Ba. If the Divine General’s intention comes from the god of the God-searching Palace, it seems that god does not wish to re-enter the Martial World but rather wants to use me to stop Xiong Ba from dominating the world and seizing the Divine Stone.

If I don’t act, then that god might have to intervene."

"Will you act or not? If you do, isn’t your mind also disturbed, no different from mine?"

Po Jun laughed heartily, "Wu Ming, after all our struggles, I would like to see what Choice you’ll make now?"

Wu Ming was silent, then turned and left, heading to a small courtyard behind the inn.

After entering the courtyard, he closed the gate and took down a huqin from the room.

Gazing at the huqin, his eyes once again filled with sorrow and brightness.

Sitting idly in the courtyard, he closed his eyes and bowed his head, playing the huqin. The zither sound of the huqin was inherently desolate and bleak.

But once in his hands, the zither sound became even more desolate and bleak, like a slowly told story of illustrious past and boundless sorrow of the person playing.

It seemed he wasn’t playing a huqin, but loneliness and desolation, the unbearable chill of heights, and the turbulent waves of the Martial World.

A tune that breaks the heart, a second tune seeking a confidant at the end of the world...

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(Second update, back with another one tonight, aiming for twelve thousand words!)