Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing crushed a Jade Scroll and sent a message to the New No. Ten, wanting to ask him something.

After waiting for more than a day, the New No. Ten appeared quietly.

"I have something I want to ask you, a bit detailed."

"Is it something very important?"

"Very important.

I'm wondering how they're selecting people over there, and whether there's any selection happening recently?"

"Newcomers appear from time to time, without a fixed schedule; there are still some who aren't qualified to go out.

But indeed, there have been newcomers these days.

The number of newcomers who have fallen isn't small, with newcomers disappearing from time to time.

Moreover, the losses of those sent on missions aren't minor, so we definitely need to increase the manpower.

New tasks also require more manpower, and the current manpower is surely insufficient."

"I understand."

Despite having many thoughts and predictions, Yu Ziqing needed to confirm with the New No. Ten to feel at ease.

Moreover, he's approximately sure whether he should contribute some effort moving forward.

Song wants to stir things up, but this isn't just related to Song alone.

Their relationship has become very close due to Song's two children.

Yu Ziqing doesn't have a reason to just sit back and watch without contributing any effort.

At the very least, he needs to find an opportunity to see if he should add some insurance at critical moments.

After thinking it over, Yu Ziqing secretly headed to the Southern Border of Dali.

From the information given by Song, it's likely more than eighty percent correct.

The Crown Prince of Daqian being willing to bite the bullet to intercede proves that this person is quite important.

The Crown Princess Consort's family is also very powerful; without power, these things wouldn't happen.

People like this, the White Water Egg definitely won't give up.

Moreover, there's a significant possibility that the White Water Egg deliberately affected and orchestrated the situation.

Song is cautious enough, wanting to make it seem like an accidental discovery rather than old scores being settled, forced to catch in the act.

Yu Ziqing just wanted to see for himself.

He traveled all the way to the Southern Border of Dali.

The western battlefield borders Kuihou Country, while the eastern part borders another small country.

Between the two small countries, lies a battlefield stretching six to seven thousand miles wide, also the largest area where Dali and Daqian directly border.

Actually, the eastern coastal area should theoretically have a larger bordering range, yet both Divine Dynasties subtly avoided conflicts there.

Going there easily involves the Sea Clan, and could lead to a massive three-way war.

The Sea Clan lacks the cohesiveness of the Divine Dynasties; the strong among them can't control the lower ranks well, with differing views, so it's best not to gamble on numerous matters.

Dali and Daqian have been at war for these years, engaging in a major battle annually and several small skirmishes monthly, with back-and-forth fighting.

Dazhen watched the show gleefully, took advantage of farming, accumulating strength, quite happily.

Lihuo Institute and Langya Institute have also been back and forth in these years, with Langya Institute suffering heavy losses overall.

People were poached by Lihuo Institute, intercepted from Dao Cultivators to accomplished big shots in certain areas, a substantial number.

Yu Ziqing borrowed passage through Kuihou Country, yet even before leaving the border, he could already feel the impact of the war.

In the eastern part of Kuihou Country, near the border region, many people had left, farmland left desolate.

Yu Ziqing rubbed his face, pinching it to change into another appearance, not excessively ugly like before, with skewed mouth and eyes.

Yet still rather lacking, appearing as though having suffered a fire, seriously injured, unable to afford quality Spiritual Medicine, recovering poorly.

Dressed in ordinary clothes, Yu Ziqing withheld all his aura, containing his Qi Blood Power within his orifices, slowly entering the city closest to the border.

Within, people came and went in small numbers, amidst desolation lingered a sense of doomsday revelry.

Even the guards collecting money by the city gate were gone, which implied significant trouble; otherwise, given Emperor Kuihou's nature, he'd ignore chaos, but the lack of money would indeed provoke severe actions.

Scanning with a glance, Yu Ziqing saw at least a dozen people, definitely deserters.

Whether they're from Dali or Daqian, nobody will question them here.

Both Divine Dynasties tactfully refrained from involving the two adjacent small countries in their conflicts, no matter the battle, never stepping into the range of the two small countries' territories.

Once such a precedent is set, it can never be undone.

The hottest spots in the city still remain the various grades of brothels, pleasure houses, talisman, pill, Magical Treasure shops.

And it appears the latter draws more traffic than the former.

Besides, many shops are closed down, with noticeably fewer regular residents.

This is the situation where the battlefield hasn't directly impacted here; if directly involved, conditions would worsen.

Yu Ziqing initially worried whether coming here would be problematic, thus first visiting Kuihou Country, now he realizes he overthought.

Leaving Kuihou Country, even before spotting anyone, he sensed the Soldier Evil Qi's menacing aura lingering in the air.

Previously Daqian lost six cities in one go, all adjacent to Kuihou Country, stretching from north to south like a sharp spear piercing straight down.

Now the Second Prince has counterattacked, reclaiming five cities, likely the sixth soon.

Dali won't stubbornly defend, as it lacks significant meaning.

Yu Ziqing traveled near the sixth city, opening Yin God's eyes, taking a look from afar and confirming thoroughly.

The Soldier Evil Qi seemingly covers a large range, yet outside it's dense and thin inside, possibly with few people left, Dali already preparing to retreat, likely avoiding further battles.

The city gates wide open, many people entering and leaving, yet more entering than leaving.