Black Wind Village had risen to fame all across the Hui Prefecture.
Out of the nearly thirty cities in the Green Forest of Hui Prefecture, more than twenty had fallen under the control of Black Wind Village, becoming its sub branches.
Black Wind Village was involved in enviable faction wars almost every day.
This meant that although players of Black Wind Village would die in combat every day, their strength was still increasing at an impressive rate.
Moreover, each player from Black Wind Village was battle-hardened, and their overall quality far exceeded that of players from other sects in the Martial World, with over twenty of them ranked among the top one hundred players.
Given the current state of its expansion, merely conquering Hui Prefecture now seemed unnecessary for Jiang Dali to fret over.
The more than twenty Village Chiefs of Black Wind Village each boasted the strength of the Inner Qi or even the Outer Qi Realm.
Especially strong were figures such as Black Tiger General, Wu Yunhong, Hua Zhezhi, and the rising stars Wan Renlang and Zhang Weiwo who had comprehended Sword Intent; each excelled on their own.
These native NPCs had campaigned in all directions and studied Martial Arts in the Hall of Transmitting Skills and Scripture Pavilion constructed by Jiang Dali. By making analogies from what they learned, their abilities also improved significantly.
Although they couldn’t match the pace at which players strengthened, the native NPCs took steady steps to build up their power, and whenever they made advances in their strength, their overall combat power would surge markedly.
Particularly, the native NPCs with BOSS titles possessed a thick pool of health and strong defenses. In combat within the same Realm, their power far exceeded that of ordinary players by five to ten times, and only the elite experts among the players could barely contend with them.
Therefore, although there were more players than native NPCs within Black Wind Village, the high-level rulers still consisted predominantly of the skilled native NPCs.
In expansion wars beyond the Village, whenever they encountered formidable foes, it was the elite native NPCs at Squad Leader Level like Xiong Ba and other household-level NPCs who took action to resolve conflicts.
When even they could not settle matters, stronger Guardian Level NPCs like Wu Lie and the Nine Ghosts of Xiliang would step in to fight.
As a result, even when Village Chief Jiang Dali was off running around and wreaking havoc everywhere, the native NPCs of Black Wind Village still diligently followed his orders to expand their territory. They worked hard to cultivate and recruit fresh ’chives’ into their ranks, becoming diligent workers in Jiang Dali’s chive-breeding farm.
Some mountain bandits who had been absorbed and forced to become vassals of Black Wind Village had thought of secretly rebelling.
However, any bandit who contemplated rebellion eventually faced one issue—a deathly warning from the Black Wind Village Chief!
Jiang Dali, the Village Chief of Black Wind, was creating trouble and hammering people every day.
One day he’d hammer to death a few generals of the Murong Family, the next day he’d take out an Alliance Hierarch from the Five Mountains Sword Sects, and the day after he’d finish off Leng Gongxiao, the Second-in-command of Thousand Poison Valley.
In a few days, who knew how many more he would hammer to death; it seemed he spent every day either hammering people or on his way to hammer more people.
Such a monstrous and violent Demon Lord of Mayhem was their Village Chief. For players, he embodied a massive attraction and a sense of honor.
But for any native NPC with ulterior motives, he was the nightmare that spread fear, the dreadful news of the Village Chief hammering people scared them witless every day.
So much so that, even though Jiang Dali had not returned to the Mountain Village, the native NPCs forced to join were not contemplating rebellion. At most, some faint-hearted ones sneaked off the mountain and fled.
However, these deserters tended to be the most useless of the lot.
The NPCs who had any strength at all did not dare to flee.
Because those NPCs believed they held some reputation and status, if they fled, the Village Chief might immediately order their capture upon his return.
Thinking of the terror of being captured and thrown into Black Prison to "entertain" guests every day, the powerful native NPCs resigned themselves to fate, daring not to make any moves.
And their way of thinking was precisely what Jiang Dali had intended.
Every major incident he caused in the Martial World was to enhance his reputation and maintain his core appeal among players, branding himself as a "name-brand NPC."
When his reputation reached a certain level, it would attract native NPCs like Wan Renlang and Zhang Weiwo to join him. It also served as a powerful deterrent to outsiders, facilitating the development of the Village.
That’s why he never missed out on any action-packed events.
At that moment, at night, a fierce battle erupted outside of Biluo Villa.
Jiang Dali did not hesitate to dive right in, racing toward wherever there were more people and more action.
What South Sea Strange Book, what beautiful daughter of the South Sea Strange Old Man, he, Black Wind Village Chief Jiang Dali, also wanted to see for himself and forcefully grab the spotlight.
The sounds of swords and knives clashing echoed repeatedly through the woods around Biluo Villa.
Inside and outside the forest, every place became a bloody battleground filled with flashes of sword light and knife shadows.
The sounds of fighting and screams were incessant, spreading far and wide.
Jiang Dali, alone with his golden knife on his back, rapidly maneuvered through the woods, while Wang Yuyan and Dongfang Bubai stayed on the back of Demon Hawk, not descending.
Crashing through unabated, he headed straight for the most bustling spot. When cold arrows or hidden weapons flew towards him, they were repelled by the protective True Qi around his body.
Such astonishing strength quickly drew the attention of those in the woods responsible for the carnage.
Two angry shouts rang out, and immediately, two figures charged at Jiang Dali from the darkness of the night, one from the east and one from the west, like giant birds swooping in.
One wielded a longsword that emitted silver beams like a chain, creating a burst of snow-white brilliance, as though it were a graceful dragon-snake.
The other’s large knife swept out with airtight slashes, cutting across Jiang Dali’s lower body.