Chapter 711: Chapter 711

And with the message from the Jianghu Forum spreading, a large number of Black Wind Village Players, like wronged little wives at home, complained incessantly.

They severely criticized their village chief for his practice of keeping the red flag flying at home while the colorful flags fluttered elsewhere, becoming very active in the comment sections of various platforms, their tone bitter and resentful, just like that of aggrieved little wives.

"Such a great opportunity, the voyage to Hero Island, and the village chief didn’t even give us brothers a heads-up. Now, in just two days, even if I kill myself to teleport from city to city, I can’t make it in time."

"The village chief is just too philanthropic. He often gives the good quests to those sanctimonious Eight Desolate Disciples out there, while we brothers from the Mountain Village haven’t even had our fill yet!"

"Had our fill? The village chief has been gallivanting outside for nearly a month now, fat and happy while his whole household starves. It’s been a long time since the brothers got to join the village chief for some big action."

"The beneficiaries are those wretched fellas from Sanshui City, especially Fat Hao Jun. Clearly a person of the Supreme Alliance, he took the initiative to cozy up to our village chief, obviously a traitorous Minotaur grown horns from contrariness."

Inside his inn room, Jiang Dali felt a wave of guilt as he looked at the complaints of his Mountain Village Players on the Jianghu Forum.

Indeed, lately he was often abroad, gleefully plundering others’ vegetable gardens, and had indeed been neglecting to water the leeks in his own vegetable patch.

No wonder the contributions of Cultivation Points and Potential Points from the Mountain Village Players had been so scarce lately. It seemed they hadn’t gotten a taste of milk, some displaying a lack of motivation and reduced productivity.

"But this quest to Hero Island is a one-way ticket to death.

Such a quest, of course, can’t use one’s own people.

These little guys... they really don’t understand the village chief’s good intentions. Once they actually go and challenge Hero Island, they’ll understand how fearsome it is."

Jiang Dali thought to himself, then logged out of the Jianghu Forum.

A white pigeon flew into the room through the window at this moment.

Jiang Dali’s gaze shifted, he approached the bed to pick up the pigeon, and unraveled the bamboo tube to check the message inside.

The message carried a faint scent of Manduo flowers.

It was a secret message from Manduo Villa.

Jiang Dali unfolded the message and read.

"... Holding a doll full of steel needles, two women whose strengths are not weak, they must be the Heavenly Pool Twelve Evil from the World’s No.1 Building of old—Emperor Tong. Nowadays, the Twelve Evil have all pledged allegiance to the World Association under Xiong Ba, and Emperor Tong rarely makes an appearance in the Martial World, their capabilities must have reached the Heavenly Human Realm..."

"Heavenly Pool Twelve Evil, Emperor Tong!? The prowess of the Heavenly Human Realm, huh. They’re actually from the World Association, they really have a strong foundation."

Jiang Dali narrowed his eyes slightly, his gaze growing more intense.

The people who saved Iron Gall Divine Hou turned out to be from the World Association, and they were two Heavenly Persons.

Only Xiong Ba from the World Association could dispatch two Heavenly Persons.

As for why Xiong Ba would save Iron Gall Divine Hou, the answer was obvious.

It was very possible that Xiong Ba intended to lend aid to Divine Hou in his time of greatest need, helping the Hou seize the Imperial Throne of Ming Country.

Thus Xiong Ba would henceforth have a vassal state as an ally and support for the World Association, enjoying unimaginable resources and benefits.

Moreover, from another perspective, by rescuing Iron Gall Divine Hou, Xiong Ba would also be creating a huge problem for him, a good tactic to contain his development, and it wouldn’t be unlikely for the other side to simultaneously settle an old score from an unexpected attack.

"It seems that after the venture to Hero Island... I’ll also have to consider playing my trump card, Huakai Jianhong, at the right time to completely resolve the issue with Iron Gall Divine Hou, to avoid longer-term troubles."

Jiang Dali crumpled the message and gazed thoughtfully out the window.

Whether it was Xiong Ba or Iron Gall Divine Hou, they were both old, cunning, and had deep schemes.

Having such an enemy was headache enough.

If he really allowed Xiong Ba and Iron Gall Divine Hou to join forces strongly, and helped Iron Gall Divine Hou to the throne of the Ming Emperor, then the good days for his Black Wind Village would truly come to an end.

The dock of Sanshui City was crowded with as many as thirty-five sea-going vessels, fully equipped and ready to set sail.

The bow occasionally splashed up snow-white waves, the rising sun casting a shimmering golden light on the roiling seas.

More than fifteen hundred Players surrounded the dock, making it impassable.

However, under the coordination of Fat Hao Jun and the senior members of a few guilds who had reached a tacit understanding,

the many Players still basically maintained a certain order and did not throw the dock into noisy chaos.

Any troublemakers had already been screened out and kicked out of the game beforehand.

At that moment, near one of the large ships, a line of big men with the title of Heroic Gate over their heads stood solemnly on guard, their hands on their blades.

Suddenly, a commotion broke out on the pier.

A dozen or so big men were seen pushing through the crowd of Players, forming a human wall with an intimidating presence.

These men, each with a fierce bearing and extraordinary vigor, bared their hairy chests under partially open shirts, striding with purpose as though they were charging bulls; they were indeed the lucky Black Wind Village Players who had made it in time.

The Players who were pushed aside were initially wanting to retaliate, but upon seeing the shining "Black Wind Village" title atop the heads of these bull-like big men, they promptly held back, meekly making way.

Soon, amidst the restless movement of the Players, the figures of Jiang Dali and Wang Yuyan, one big and one small, arrived at the dock, ushered onboard the waiting vessel by the enthusiastic and smiling Fat Hao Jun.

More than fifteen hundred pairs of eyes simultaneously focused on Jiang Dali.

In their gaze was fervor, admiration, excitement, worship, and more.

So many Players had gathered here in just two short days upon hearing the news, and even then, many more were still en route.