Master of Strange Dao

"If a single strand of hair on my companion's head goes missing, your king is doomed too!"

Yu Ziqing felt that this guy's insults and provocations weren't something he learned from Lin Fu...

The numerous arms of the Yin Devil Qi waved, not bothering to stay on the street anymore, nor concerning itself with whether many would awaken in terror from nightmares today.

His arms swung, directly leveling the buildings, making everyone slumbering inside disappear.

He charged directly towards Yu Ziqing.

"I am under the Seven Yin King's command, Constantly Yin-Spreading Devil, you are doomed, absolutely doomed! What is your king's name? He will pay a price too!"

The face twisted with Yin Devil Qi, appearing on the thin torso, was full of Death Qi. Baby faces with blue-gray and white skin materialized, their black eyes glaring, revealing sharp teeth as they screamed in bizarre cries.

"Bah, you worthless muck think you can know my king's honorable name? My king is the Devil of Devils, Nine Heavens and Ten Earths Venerate Starving Constant King, do you think you are worthy? Hah, bah..."

Lou Huai was firm in his words, even cursing outright, refusing to acknowledge in front of any devil that his elder brother was the Devil of Devils.

Lou Huai cursed non-stop, both in words and actions, humiliating a devil enough to drive it into a furious rage.

The shrieking made Yu Ziqing's head ache, feeling as if he transformed into countless people in an instant, just closing his eyes only to be awakened by cries, such repetitive torment, experiencing the suffering of countless individuals in one breath.

That immense physical and mental exhaustion surged constantly within him.

Once the fatigue passed, it was followed by intense sorrow and guilt.

Because he was unbearably tired and sleepy, just a momentary nap resulted in the baby, which was still crying, ceasing to cry, now lifeless.

Yu Ziqing floated to the city wall, setting Lou Huai down, rubbing his head.

"Does this Yin Devil also eat people?"

"It seems no, it doesn't." Lou Huai glanced at the baby faces on the Yin Devil's torso, pondered for a moment, then said, "However, the seeds it plants sometimes scare infants, who cannot speak yet, into losing their souls..."

At this point, Lou Huai fell silent, noting the murderous intent starting to emanate from Yu Ziqing's eyes. He felt his elder brother seemed to run out of patience, not wanting to prattle anymore.

Yu Ziqing roughly understood the origin of those baby faces.

He indeed didn't want to continue asking.

Since the discovery of the Yin Devil, and with Lou Huai nearby, finding a devil to interrogate in the future should be much easier, making further time-wasting unnecessary.

There had always been a legend, stating that an infant's fontanelle, not yet closed, retains the Innate Qi, allowing them to see and sense things ordinary people cannot discover.

But among Cultivators, such legends were virtually regarded as mere folktales for mortals.

None of those Cultivators believed there was anything a mere child could discover that even the great Cultivators with powers enough to move mountains and fill seas couldn't.

Now Yu Ziqing knew, here was a living example.

Children's night terrors or losing their souls, many might not be illnesses at all.

"Constantly Yin-Spreading Devil..."

Yu Ziqing murmured softly, and his face began to change, transforming into the hungry ghost form.

This time, his hungry ghost form underwent a significant transformation. His skin disappeared, the upper half of his skull was missing, leaving an empty cavity, and sharp teeth densely lined up to the base of his ears, with his mouth wide.

His limbs were elongated, his fingers webbed, connected together like a large net when spread out.

Lou Huai sensed the change in Yu Ziqing's Qi, trembling involuntarily, a mix of excitement and fear.

He suppressed his terror, standing there quietly without retreating a single step.

What he most anticipated finally arrived.

The Yin Devil seemed to sense something amiss, its numerous arms halted abruptly, staring at Yu Ziqing from afar, its expression somewhat grave.

"Hungry ghost!"

The Yin Devil shuddered, and from the cart-like structure of its lower half, numerous seeds flew out, all targeting Yu Ziqing, beginning to hatch.

Instantly, emaciated, inhuman corpses rained down like a storm.

In the blink of an eye, the city's ruins were covered with corpses.

A mere glance revealed them: skin and bones, eyes full of despair, dead but not at peace, clearly starved to death.

In that moment, as Yu Ziqing took a step forward, he halted, his eyes beginning to emit a red glow, rage surging upwards rapidly.

Black mist sprayed from his mouth, distorting his entire face, his body quaking.

This was his greatest fear—starving to death.

And as he watched the countless corpses around him, those who had starved to death because of their final persistence, he became the last one awaiting death by starvation.

This scene used to be the most terrifying and despairing for him.

However, when someone tried to use this fear to attack Yu Ziqing, they succeeded.

Tears of blood began to stream from Yu Ziqing's eyes, while red light emanated from them.

"I changed my mind, I will beat you to death alive!"

As he moved, the city wall below him collapsed with a thunderous roar. Yu Ziqing's figure left a white trail in the air, colliding head-on with one of the Yin Devil's arms.

His body seemed to ripple softly, absorbing all the rebound force.