Master of Strange Dao

If Lou Huai contributed to the human race, he wouldn't be dishonoring that ancestor. He believed that ancestor surely wasn't someone who judged based solely on background.

He placed one hand on Lou Huai's forehead, first imparting the content of the Third-tier of Qi Refinement and Refining God, letting him try it out.

If it didn't work, he would let him practice the Devil Dao.

Practicing the Devil Dao ordinarily was also considered a proper path.

Lou Huai didn't have much regret, joyfully expressing his gratitude repeatedly. As long as it was given by Yu Ziqing, he was willing.

Although in his mind, he already had quite a few Dharma Methods, all copied from Lin Fu. There were few things Lin Fu knew that he didn't.

Only places like when Lin Fu entered the Imperial City, he didn't dare to spy, only wrapping himself tightly to hide.

The Dharma Methods Lin Fu knew, he naturally knew as well.

Yet he still sought them from Yu Ziqing.

Not to mention what was given by Yu Ziqing was obviously better, the meanings they contained were entirely different.

A Human Devil practicing a Dharma Method as righteous as can be, Yu Ziqing found it strange, but since Lou Huai insisted, he let him try.

Anyway, that Dharma Method was unbiased, and as an incarnation of a human, Lou Huai should be able to cultivate it.

...

Wen Lingyou arrived in Kaiyuan County, a major city with over 800,000 people within it. Vast in area, being not particularly far from the Imperial City, it was a vital traffic route, extremely prosperous with merchants.

Wen Lingyou, along with Wang Xiaohu, casually found an inn to stay in.

One sealed his cultivation, hiding his aura, while the other had not truly Entered Dao. A few days after living there, they rented a shop beside a small street and opened a tiny medical clinic.

He acted like an ordinary old doctor, waiting for patients day by day, even if for the time being, there was not a single patient except for the neighbors next door.

Half a month flew by, with Wen Lingyou neither arrogant nor impatient, quietly waiting.

Every day, he slept like a mortal. He didn't consume things like Grain Avoidance Pills anymore, everything appeared ordinary like a mortal.

At night, Wen Lingyou felt drowsy and went to his room to rest, while Wang Xiaohu stayed in his room, constantly vigilant.

At midnight, from a perspective invisible to ordinary people, a thin black mist began to spread slowly from a corner of the county town.

Wang Xiaohu was oblivious, but in one household, the baby who had just awakened from a nap saw the dense black mist and felt the uncomfortable aura, crying out in fear.

When the black mist enveloped Wen Lingyou's room, within the Yin Devil Domain, the sleeping Wen Lingyou appeared there.

Around Wen Lingyou's neck, a claw pendant engraved with runes flickered faintly.

In the Yin Devil Domain, a paw pendant on Wen Lingyou's neck emitted a faint light, transforming. A spiritual beast, resembling a pangolin with a long nose and tail, appeared.

The light-formed spiritual beast sat on Wen Lingyou's chest, vigilantly surveying its surroundings.

Outside on the street, a cart-pulling Yin Devil tirelessly planted seed after seed.

When it reached Wen Lingyou's place, a long arm extended through the housing to it.

The radiant spiritual beast immediately leaped and bit the Yin Devil's hand, forcing it to retreat.

The Yin Devil turned to look, noticing the pendant hanging from Wen Lingyou's neck, and instantly withdrew its hand with a disgruntled expression.

It looked at its hand, bitten and unable to heal, power leaking away. The Yin Devil promptly extended several arms, forcibly ripping off its injured hand, dropping it to the ground.

In an instant, the arm shriveled rapidly, turning to dust and vanishing.

"These damned rats, all dead, leaving behind such disgusting things."

The Yin Devil resumed planting seeds, but this time, it began adding personal touches.

When some seeds matured into mice, the Yin Devil subtly altered them, so they vaguely resembled the spiritual beast it had just seen.

The next day, as the sun rose, Wen Lingyou opened his eyes.

He sat up, touched the pendant hanging on his chest, and his expression became grave.

"Xiaohu, did anything happen last night?"

"Sir, nothing unusual was discovered." After Wang Xiaohu answered, he looked at Wen Lingyou's hand, "Sir, did something happen?"

Wen Lingyou handed the pendant to Wang Xiaohu.

"The Black Tapir Amulet has been triggered."

"Sir, I think we should return," Wang Xiaohu solemnly suggested, standing and bowing respectfully.

Wen Lingyou took back the amulet, gently stroking it, a serious look on his face.

"There is indeed something, but I don't know what it is, surely not a Black Tapir.

Back in the day, the Black Tapir clan entered dreams to devour, and once discovered by a dean of Langya Institute, they announced to the world, and within a mere hundred years, the Black Tapirs were completely extinct.

If it really were a Black Tapir, this amulet wouldn't have activated its protection.

What was recorded in the county chronicles surely had nothing to do with the Black Tapir."

The Black Tapir had been extinct for thousands of years.

For thousands of years, there had been no records, with only a few Nightmares Protective Talismans made from their claws remaining.

And, this talisman had long been proven to have no effect on Black Tapirs, unable to protect against them.

Wen Lingyou continued reviewing materials and intelligence. After considering for a while, he penned a letter and sent it out.