Master of Strange Dao

"Forget it, we're already involved, so don't worry about him. How are the other matters?"

"News has spread from the East Sea, Southern Sea, and other places. Currently, several Ninth Tier cultivators have entered the Abyss to hunt down King Qi. Everything is proceeding smoothly."

"Good, well done. Rest for two days. You'll need to go out again and continue monitoring."

"The war between Daqian and Dali might last much shorter than expected."

"No worries, that's not our concern anymore."

New No. Ten cupped his hands and withdrew.

No.1 White Water Egg turned around again and stared at the enormous map, lost in thought.

New No. Ten followed Square Head, leaving the place and returning to the quarters for Ten.

He sat there meditating, somewhat amused, as he realized that the reason they wanted to kill him was for leaking information.

However, the issue was that when No.1 wanted to kill him, he hadn't leaked any information at all.

Forget it, it didn't matter anymore. Since they were using this excuse to kill him, leaking information became even less concerning.

After resting for a day, a Square Head came to deliver a message: No.3 was looking for him.

Arriving at No.3's stone chamber, he cautiously stood on the outermost area, not daring to enter rashly.

The entire base's most dangerous, heavily guarded, and forbidden area was No.3's territory.

A slight mistake could easily cost one their life inside.

Often, a casually placed little bottle might contain lethal poison.

No.3 tinkered inside for a two-hour before suddenly raising his head to see New No. Ten.

"You've come, huh? I need to ask you something. What Divine Skill and fire did Qing Ziyu use when killing Eight? Did you see it clearly?"

"Too far to see clearly. Even if I saw it, I wouldn't recognize it."

"True, the people from Jinlan Mountain are all peculiar. I haven't figured it out yet. It makes sense you wouldn't recognize it." No.3 nodded, dismissing the matter.

"Let me ask you about something else. You've seen those starving ghosts and been to the Abyssal Rift. What's the situation over there now?"

"The clash between starving ghosts and devils continues, back and forth, quite chaotic."

"That works. Don't you have a mission? Take Seven out with you this time."

"All right." New No. Ten agreed to the task but remained standing without leaving.

After a while, No.3 looked up again, seeing him still there, and shook his head.

"Why haven't you left yet? Oh, right, I forgot."

No.3 casually picked up a small jar from the table and tossed it to New No. Ten.

"Heart-devouring Powder, dissolve it in wine, colorless and tasteless. Harmless within seven days, with effects of enhancing True Yuan and Qi-Blood.

After seven days, the poison spreads from the heart throughout the body, destroying the physical form.

Under the Ninth Tier in Body Cultivation, without an antidote, no one can withstand it.

And I haven't concocted the antidote yet, so be careful.

If there's a chance, use it on the people from Jinlan Mountain to test if the starving ghost's Companion Magical Treasure can counteract it."

New No. Ten carefully took the small jar, stowed it away, and silently exited.

He made his way to the dungeon, where several chains bound a skin-and-bones person, hanging in mid-air. A giant water sphere enveloped him.

His No.1 White Water Egg had nearly shriveled into a desiccated tiger skin egg, its vitality about to extinguish.

His strength was exhausted, external supplies cut off, and a dignified Eighth Tier cultivator was about to starve to death.

To starve Seven to death, No.3 went to great lengths, employing various methods to achieve his goal.

New No. Ten stood by, waiting for Seven's life force to completely extinguish.

He now roughly understood that after completing a series of tasks, Seven probably got caught on a minor mistake, justifying his elimination.

No.3 wanted a sufficiently strong person for an experiment, which was why Seven was kept alive.

For them, doing their tasks couldn't possibly adhere to rules all the time.

If it were stricter than the most stringent Law Code of the Divine Dynasty, they wouldn't need to hide in the underground palace.

Many of those so-called rules were pitfalls.

Not doing anything meant no mistakes, but as soon as they went out to work, the more they accomplished, the more they tiptoed around those so-called rules.

Looking at Seven, New No. Ten wanted to say something but couldn't.

He couldn't do anything despite wanting to.

Seven was practically dead, his heartbeat had stopped, and his blood had ceased flowing, with only a flickering life force like a candle's flame remaining.

As long as Seven's life force didn't extinguish, there was no way he could take him out.

After waiting for three days, Seven's life force completely extinguished, leaving only a corpse.

His body, already resembling a starving ghost, was skin and bones, with a sunken abdomen and a head lacking facial features and hair, like a dried-up tiger-skin egg.

Inside his physical form, a new power began to gather, indicating he would turn into a starving ghost.

Seeing this scene, New No. Ten immediately waved, and the chains lowered Seven's body. He took Seven and left.

He couldn't let Seven turn into a ghost here.

While departing, the Head Monster at the gate poked its head out and glanced.

"Didn't No.3 tell you anything?"

The Head Monster confirmed Seven was dead, said nothing, and retracted its head.

New No. Ten, carrying Seven's body, was enveloped in a light aura. He re-entered the river, and shortly, surfaced in a tributary at the border between Kuihou Country and Daqian.

He carried Seven's body northward, reaching the Abyssal Rift.