Master of Strange Dao

What loyalty, what brainwashing, when you're starved to death and lose self-awareness, then regain it, it's all bullshit.

This was the main reason why Yu Ziqing was never worried about someone infiltrating the hungry ghost community.

Another reason was that the entire hungry ghost community was the only group where any member could be directly cut down by Yu Ziqing with his sword without even knowing their True Name.

Even if someone really turned into a hungry ghost and infiltrated the group, no matter how strong they were, they definitely weren't a match for Yu Ziqing.

Their actions, based on fixed thought patterns from past experiences, were destined to be futile from the start.

It was just a pure attempt to force talent under Yu Ziqing's control.

"Have you recalled who you once were?"

"My thoughts are still a bit muddled. I feel like I once had two identities.

One was a faceless weirdo, working for others with only a code name, called Number Seven.

The other was once a person of Daqian, named Li Wucheng, who once joined a sect called the Five Mountains Sect, then became an official at court, reaching the highest position as the Imprint Bureau Ambassador.

And now, my mind is very chaotic."

Yu Ziqing grinned quietly, saying nothing, as Number Seven Hungry Ghost spoke on his own.

Apparently, the effect of their brainwashing was still not as influential as the threat of starvation.

Tortured hard and starving for at least a few years, thinking about it was miserable.

"No rush, memories from your previous life aren't that important to you.

You just need to remember that now, you're a hungry ghost, and that's enough; internally, we don't have that much intrigue and plotting.

If there's a bite for others, there will definitely be a bite for you.

Can you feel what's going on with your third eye?"

"I can see some bizarre things, it seems connected to a place, I feel like I can see things from over there.

But I feel there might be danger, so I haven't dared to look."

"It's okay, if you feel there's danger, then don't touch it.

Your task now is just to eat well and sleep well, slowly accumulating strength. You don't need to care about anything else, nor force yourself to think.

Can you sense whether another place can see what you are seeing?"

"If I refuse, then they cannot."

"Good, go back, don't pay attention to anything else, and don't care about the past."

Yu Ziqing gave him a drop of Sweet Rain Original Liquid and had him sent back.

The Number Seven Hungry Ghost was still too weak, with unclear consciousness, muddled memories, it was better to let him stay at the Abyssal Rift to recover.

Before he recovered, it was best not to let any outsiders have a chance to make contact with him.

Yu Ziqing closed his eyes and started contacting Song Chengyue.

He had always suspected that these White Water Eggs were collected orphans, taught from a young age.

After passing tests, they turned into White Water Eggs and were sent out for tasks.

But looking at it now, he realized he was overthinking.

Raising them from orphans, even out of ten thousand, it was unlikely one would become a White Water Egg capable of handling tasks independently.

Whether it was resource consumption, quality of teaching, or time, the costs were very high.

For them to handle tasks independently, being confined to a place to only learn wasn't sufficient.

Those experiences accumulated over time couldn't be taught.

Using existing cultivators and transforming them into White Water Eggs was much more efficient.

Everything from cultivation, intelligence, emotional intelligence, to accumulated knowledge was verified.

And once used, being able to directly kill to silence them was extremely convenient.

This solved Yu Ziqing's previous confusion as to why those White Water Eggs, which they painstakingly cultivated, were killed so easily.

No cost was involved, so naturally, there was no heartache.

Yu Ziqing waited for an hour before Song Chengyue finally came up the stairs.

"Long time no see, busy lately?"

"Oh, don't mention it, I'm on my feet non-stop." Song Chengyue sighed deeply, as if finally finding someone to vent to after a long time.

"The Second Prince is supervising the battle on the front line, yet the army keeps getting defeated.

There's chaos within the Langya Institute, and there's no one to spare to help.

The East Sea Sea Clan is causing trouble, and one daring Sea Clan almost destroyed the Peeling Big Boss's Life Temple during the battle.

The Southern Sea is also in chaos, with islands being seized left and right.

Someone discovered an island with a great environment, complete with a Grotto Heaven.

Several factions, including the Sea Clan and Demon Clan, are fighting over it, and somehow provoked a hidden powerhouse.

Do you know what they mean by lightning pouring like rain? Those causing chaos, including a Ninth Tier Evil Dao, were all swept away.

Killed by the storm, if it weren't for my men who witnessed it themselves, I wouldn't have believed such nonsense.

And recently the so-called Immortal Herb incident involving King Qi in Dazhen.

It's driving me mad, if there truly were Immortal Herbs, wouldn't everyone be furtively trying to obtain them? It's obvious it's a conspiracy.

Yet there are still those who stupidly believe it, rushing to their deaths, and I can't stop them..."

Song Chengyue rambled for a while, then suddenly realized.

"Oh, right, what do you need from me?"

"I'd like you to help me look into something, discreetly, without anyone knowing."

"By all means, go ahead."

"First, help me check how many pairs of Shadow Devil eyeballs have ended up within the Daqian borders.

Find out who the final buyer was and what they were used for.

Second, check if there was ever a man named Li Wucheng as the Imprint Bureau Ambassador for Daqian."

"Sure, I'll keep an eye on this, recently it's been much easier to investigate matters, the first issue isn't a problem.