Master of Strange Dao

Ah, I have seen starving ghosts before, and it was truly tragic.

Starved to death in life, they transformed into starving ghosts after death, continuing to suffer even more severe torment.

The starving ghost I saw back then would occasionally regain a bit of consciousness, kneel on the ground, and beg people to kill him. Tell me, isn't that tragic?

Li Wucheng opened his mouth; he had always wanted to ask if becoming a hungry ghost wasn't tragic enough.

But listening to Uncle Li, he felt that, in the midst of tragedy, this was perhaps the only redemption.

His memories from life hadn't recovered to that point yet; he was unaware of the things Uncle Li spoke of.

But just thinking about it, he understood that he was actually quite fortunate, at least he hadn't experienced becoming a starving ghost.

If he had become a starving ghost, the torment he would have suffered each day would have been even worse than during his life, truly a fate worse than death.

Li Wucheng thought about it and asked Uncle Li to pass on a message, he had something to say.

He felt that someone was trying to pry into this matter, and he needed to speak out.

...

Yu Ziqing had been in Almsgiving Town for a long time; the confrontation between Dazhen and Dali was basically going according to script.

The eastern half of the lost territory was retaken by Dazhen, and they cleaned up King Qi's domain.

King Qi's domain was basically the area with the best climate and the most fertile land in Dazhen. It may not have been before, but according to recent changes, it had become so.

And that half of lost land in the east could also be said to be Dazhen's warmest place.

Acquiring two such areas at once immediately eased the internal conflicts.

And openly, Dali lost half of its regained territory, but what kind of person is the Crown Prince of Dali?

It was getting colder by the day, colder as one went northwards; that half of the lost territory was of little value to Dali.

Moreover, Dazhen's eastern forces had always been stronger, and to fully integrate and absorb that half of the lost territory would require even more effort.

Let Dazhen have it then, it doesn't matter anymore.

They could consolidate their forces and head to the Southern Border, where they could seize warmer and better territories.

The original two-pronged attack would have led to huge losses; now, it had turned into losing the small to gain the big. What was there to be unsatisfied with?

With Dazhen and Dali having no desire for warfare, the border soldiers were slack and focused only on training.

Yu Ziqing had nothing to do with it now; staying in Almsgiving Town, showing his stance was no longer necessary.

It was none of Yu Ziqing's business if Dali and Daqian were fighting; whatever shape their conflict took had nothing to do with Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing returned to Jinlan Mountain with a jar of poison.

"Yang, Yang, I've brought back something good for you, come out and take a look." Yu Ziqing called out from a distance.

A moment later, Yang came out with a long face.

"Heh, what's the problem this time?"

Yu Ziqing took out the jar, carefully set it down, and briefly explained its origins to Yang.

"Below Ninth Tier Body Cultivators can't withstand it; that's not just an empty claim, right?"

"Well, that's not necessarily true; back in the day, some guys would do anything to swindle money from Emperor Qian, puffing up a bit of effectiveness is normal."

"Then I'll leave it to your expertise to verify it first."

"Can't you verify it yourself?"

"I don't know squat, you go ahead and check, old man."

"Are you scared and don't dare to verify it yourself?"

"I'm just being cautious."

Yang glanced sidelong at Yu Ziqing, curled his lips, and thought, if he wasn't afraid, why did he specifically bring Wu Shuangge along this time?

Yang directly opened the lid, and inside the jar was half a jar of liquid. He sniffed and his eyes turned into dragon eyes; with a slight sensing, his expression immediately became grave.

"Truly heartless and mad, this stuff must have been obtained by harming lives.

The resentment within this is at a level that cannot be completely purged.

God knows how many living beings had to be harmed to achieve this effect.

No wonder that fellow turned into a White Water Egg, if he didn't run, he'd be dead for sure upon discovery."

"You can tell just by looking?"

"What, do you think anything can harm the flesh of a High Tier Body Cultivator? Everything adheres to a fundamental principle."

Yang took some of the liquid, gently swirled the jar, and a drop of blood-red poison fell into the alcohol.

"Try a taste."

Yu Ziqing took out a small cup and tasted a little bit.

Upon entering his stomach, he immediately felt a diffusing power, as if trying to merge with his Qi-Blood to strengthen it.

It was just like the effect of normal nourishing Spiritual Medicine, at least he felt no difference.

He didn't even feel any abnormalities, let alone detect any poison.

"There seems to be no problem, and it has already been digested. Do I need to wait for seven days?"

"You better try it on yourself first," Yang pointed towards Wu Shuangge.

Wu Shuangge was quick on the uptake, as if he had been waiting for a long time, and finally got the chance.

He summoned the Mixed Yuan Gold Bowl, set it down on the ground, and constructed a temporary toilet, completing the whole action in one go.

He even considerately opened the door for Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing, resisting the awkwardness, went inside to test it.

Indeed, he expelled some toxins, but upon emerging, he saw Yang laughing merrily.

"Did you detox before you came here?"

"No."

"So now, are the toxins you're expelling accumulated from before, or from taking this poison?"

"What do you mean?" Yu Ziqing's face stiffened.

"Does this mean it doesn't count this time?" Wu Shuangge immediately added.

"As if you're the smart one?!" Yu Ziqing left with a dark face.

Yang grinned and laughed heartily for a while.

After seven days, Yu Ziqing showed no sign of poison, not any kind of abnormality.

When he came back to Yang, he couldn't help but look at Wu Shuangge, who had deftly prepared everything, opening the toilet door and the lid of the toilet before looking towards Yang.