Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing thought that in the future, besides daily introspection, he could also add one more task, which was to learn something new every day.

Today's lesson had already been completed in excess.

Listening to No. 4's words, Yu Ziqing could not hold it in any longer and burst out laughing.

Being chased for eighty thousand miles by an Eighth Tier Tomb Ghost just because of a trace of Devil Thought, who could put up with such a thing?

"Stop laughing, I'm really in urgent need of a drop of sweet rain to save my life right now."

"Where are you now?"

"I'm in Dali, not far from the Abyssal Rift. I met a hungry ghost earlier who offered a price of one drop of sweet rain, no, two drops.

Two drops of sweet rain, along with the Almsgiving Ceremony and all, would extract the trace of Devil Thought from my body.

I specifically asked, and the hungry ghost wasn't lying. In Almsgiving Town next to the Abyssal Rift, everyone knew the hungry ghost could do it."

Yu Ziqing was slightly taken aback; wow, were there already some guys among the hungry ghosts with normal spiritual wisdom? This price was indeed steep; in life, he must have been a merchant.

But, being a merchant was good; Yu Ziqing was too kind-hearted and couldn't compete with those people.

In the future, when the hungry ghost had negotiated a price, Yu Ziqing would use sweet rain to exchange for things he could use, and that sweet rain would eventually end up in the hungry ghost's mouth, equivalent to Yu Ziqing gaining other resources for free when doing Almsgiving Hungry Ghost.

"I do have one or two drops here, but do you want a drop of sweet rain, or do you want a drop of Sweet Rain Original Liquid, and what do you have to exchange?"

"Which one is better?"

"Naturally, it's the Sweet Rain Original Liquid. Ordinary sweet rain is diluted with Spiritual Liquid from Sweet Rain Original Liquid."

"Then I want the Sweet Rain Original Liquid. In exchange, I'll offer past information and future information." No. 4 unhesitatingly wanted the better choice, because he feared the Devil Thought wouldn't be completely removed.

It wasn't just a matter of being chased by the Tomb Ghost anymore; he might end up being killed by the Devil Thought too if he wasn't careful.

"Alright, the current price is roughly thirty-seven drops of sweet rain for one Void Escape Scroll, no cheating, not even a little less.

Of course, I'm just telling you this, so you don't think I'm ripping you off.

Just give me the information.

Leave me a rune, and I'll send it to you using a Communication Flying Sword.

Our transaction is fairly pleasant, and I won't charge you for the Communication Flying Sword.

For a drop of Sweet Rain Original Liquid, I'll also gift you the complete set of Almsgiving Ceremony, Almsgiving Spell, and Almsgiving Seal."

"Thank you." No. 4 took a long breath and hurriedly left a receiving rune.

At this point, he didn't care about exposing his identity.

Just by asking around today, anyone could know who had been chased by an Eighth Tier Tomb Ghost for tens of thousands of streets.

His identity couldn't be hidden from Yu Ziqing anymore.

On the verge of losing his life, losing face was a minor issue.

Stepping out of the Seventh Floor, Yu Ziqing retrieved a new Communication Flying Sword. It was a low-quality product made with the Earth Fire by Yang, not very fast, but could cover two to three thousand miles without any problem; its reliability was good, just not fast enough.

Fortunately, he didn't need to go that far, so saving a bit was a wise choice.

He took out a drop of sweet rain, along with a Jade Scroll, and sent it with the Communication Flying Sword.

The flying sword wobbled and ascended slowly, taking several breaths to accelerate before turning into a streak of sword light shooting toward the sky.

A few hours later, still being chased by the Tomb Ghost and circling around the Abyssal Rift, No. 4 saw a streak of sword light rushing down at high speed, and his eyes lit up.

He quickly formed a Seal with his hand to attract the flying sword, catching it mid-air, and his body was forced back several steps by the impact.

A Jade Scroll and a jade bottle appeared in his hands, and the flying sword, drained of energy, shattered into powder.

"What great power this is, this flying sword must not be cheap to have arrived so quickly."

He opened the jade bottle and took a light sniff; the unique aroma was exactly as he had inquired. Looking at the Jade Scroll, he immediately felt that No. 7 was quite reliable in handling matters.

Seeing the Tomb Ghost approaching again, he hurriedly sped up and dashed into the Abyssal Rift to find the hungry ghost he had previously traded with.

A simple Almsgiving Ceremony, combined with the Almsgiving Spell and Almsgiving Handprint, could be seen as a contract. The sweet rain was traded, and the Devil Thought was extracted by the hungry ghost.

When the Tomb Ghost, with a face full of vengeance and bitterness, caught up again, No. 4 had already gathered together the residual Death Qi and yin qi on his body.

"Brother, here's your Death Qi."

No. 4 tossed the gathered Death Qi from a distance, fortunate that he was pursued like a dead dog, with no time to rest or adjust his body to expel the Death Qi.

Otherwise, if that Death Qi couldn't return, it would be a suffocating death.

Either be killed by the Tomb Ghost or kill the Tomb Ghost and then be cursed to death.

The hungry ghost also handed a wisp of black qi to the Tomb Ghost.

The Tomb Ghost methodically received the Death Qi, swallowed it entirely, then cradled that wriggling mass of Devil Thought in his hands, thoroughly inspecting it before swallowing it as well.

The rune on the Tomb Ghost shone faintly, forcibly suppressing that strand of Devil Thought.

The Tomb Ghost glared at No. 4 with unfriendly eyes, muttering some unintelligible sounds.

No. 4 didn't understand but had a rough idea it wasn't anything good.

The nearby hungry ghost kindly offered a translation service.

"He said you're lucky this time, sparing your miserable life.

He's been out for too long and is a bit annoyed, so he's heading back.

Next time he sees you, he'll beat you to death."

No. 4 let out a long sigh, politely clasping his hands in farewell.

"Take care, brother, I promise you won't see me again."

Being cursed was nothing; carrying a Devil Thought, and being chased over eighty thousand miles by an Eighth Tier Tomb Ghost because of it, couldn't compare.