Master of Strange Dao

"Senior, when I first saw the remains of these two seniors, one held a seal, and the other stood upright. My eyes were unrefined and couldn't distinguish between the two, so I had to collect them separately."

Yu Ziqing explained to Feng Butong.

Feng Butong first bowed to the coffin, then opened it to see that the remains were neatly arranged, not a piece missing. The residual demonic qi had been dealt with by Yu Ziqing.

Moreover, the material of the coffin was extremely laden with yin qi, preventing any decay of the corpses placed within. Placing some bones was even less of an issue.

With just a glance, he immediately developed a favorable impression of Yu Ziqing, turned to face him, and gave a respectful salute.

"Thank you, sir, for your kindness."

"You are too polite, Senior. These two seniors showed great righteousness, they are role models for us. All I can do is send them back to their roots."

"Back to their roots..." Feng Butong sighed softly.

Moments later, six flying boats escorted them, and Yu Ziqing detected at least eight Seventh Tier Great Cultivators, possibly even one Eighth Tier.

The display was ample, showing enough importance to this matter.

As they traveled, they arrived near Fengyu Mountain without stopping in the city, heading directly into Fengyu Mountain.

Before the flying boats even landed, they saw pavilions and towers dotted amongst the mountains. In front of a staircase leading to the heavens, the main road was already adorned with white flowers and fabrics, and the road was lined with people in mourning attire.

As the flying boats landed, Feng Butong led a few Seventh Tier Great Cultivators, carrying the two coffins off the flying boats.

A middle-aged man, appearing to be in his fifties, walked at the forefront, moving with tiger-like strides, his face solemn.

From seven steps away, the middle-aged man led the Feng family members, all bowing in salute.

"Feng Buju, on behalf of the Feng family clan, thanks our virtuous friend for returning our family members."

At least a hundred mourners in the back all saluted together.

Witnessing this scene, Yu Ziqing felt only one thing.

The internal cohesion of the Feng family was terrifyingly high.

To retrieve the remains of family members, the current Family Head led the clan and solemnly saluted him, not treating him as a junior but as a fellow cultivator.

And no one thought there was anything wrong with it.

If he were a member of the Feng family, he would probably also be utterly devoted to the family.

Due to Yu Ziqing's previous letter, he had only mentioned the remains for safety reasons, not mentioning the Jade Scrolls.

Yet they still accomplished this, which revealed a lot.

Yu Ziqing's expression turned solemn, and he immediately returned the salute.

"You are too polite, Senior."

Saying this, he took out a few Jade Scrolls emitting a faint glow and the Metal Book.

"While collecting the remains of the two seniors, I discovered their relics.

Unfortunately, only these few Jade Scrolls and this book remained uncorroded."

Feng Buju was slightly taken aback; Yu Ziqing's previous letter did not mention the Jade Scrolls. It only mentioned his admiration for the two seniors and his purposeful return of the remains.

Feng Buju extended both hands to accept the Jade Scrolls and Metal Book.

As soon as he held them, he sensed the seals on the Jade Scrolls had not been tampered with or attempted to be deciphered.

His impression of Yu Ziqing continued to rise.

If Yu Ziqing did not mention it, no one would have known about these Jade Scrolls. Simply returning the remains could have earned him the friendship of the Feng and Yin Families.

Now, having obtained the Jade Scrolls, and not having attempted to decipher them, actively returning them made the significance completely different.

The words "I merely admire the righteousness of the two seniors" were genuinely not just a formality.

At this moment, Feng Butong quietly conveyed a few things he had observed earlier, and Feng Buju looked at Yu Ziqing with a much softer gaze.

He handed the Metal Book back to Yu Ziqing.

"This Sealing Book is a gift from the Feng family to our virtuous friend. Please accept it. This Jade Scroll, by rights, is also your chance.

However, its contents are of utmost importance to our family. I will presumptuously keep it for now and return a copy to you later."

"I am unworthy of such kindness."

"Please do not decline." Feng Buju's tone was firm, and none of the Feng family members opposed.

Because if Yu Ziqing hadn't mentioned it, the contents of the Jade Scrolls actually still belonged to him.

Now, the Feng family owed a great favor; they intended to copy the contents of the Jade Scrolls to give to Yu Ziqing, which would mean that Yu Ziqing had obtained a personal legacy from the two seniors, unrelated to the Feng family legacy.

Moreover, it certainly did not contain the exclusive skills of the Feng and Yin families, only a secret technique.

Even if it were to spread, it wouldn't have a significant impact.

After the reception, Yu Ziqing was cordially entertained by Feng Butong, and they insisted he stay for a while, saying they couldn't let him leave so soon.

The following two days included the burial ceremony, during which the Feng family would properly express their gratitude to him.

Yu Ziqing didn't particularly care about their gratitude; he had returned the remains merely for peace of mind and to clear a thought.

He hadn't attempted to decipher the Jade Scrolls because he assumed he didn't have the capability to unravel the works of two sealing experts, and keeping them would be useless. It was better to perform the complete task and return them intact.

Feng Buju's offer to make a copy for him was just an unexpected joy.

Not intending to involve any gainful motives in this matter, Yu Ziqing could naturally face it calmly, without greed or demands.

But the Feng family perceived this differently; the more you declined, the more noble they found you, and thus felt more obliged to repay you, happily.

Residing on a pavilion on the mountainside, Yu Ziqing looked out at the scenic view through the window, gently sniffing the air.

The spiritual energy was too abundant, the surroundings too perfect, utterly devoid of cold qi or yin qi, making him feel oddly uneasy.

As he sniffed, he suddenly furrowed his brow slightly, looking towards a towering giant tree not far away.

A faint, almost imperceptible trace of demonic qi wafted over from there.

He had grown too familiar with demonic qi recently.

Stepping outside, he arrived beneath the giant tree and sniffed again, finding the scent more apparent.

Confirming it, Yu Ziqing sighed with some regret.

This demonic qi was not the same; it was the regular demonic qi of a Devil Dao cultivator, not the frenzied demonic qi that could give rise to Devil Thought.

"What are you regretting?"

A voice sounded in Yu Ziqing's mind.

Looking up, Yu Ziqing saw a human face appear on the trunk of the giant tree, curiously gazing at him.

"Ah, I've been slaying too many Devils lately, almost getting addicted. I thought there might be one here too..."