Master of Strange Dao

However, Yu Ziqing's words are not wrong. In the future, if he appears as a member of the Dragon Clan, his attacks would either be close combat or the secret techniques of the human race, which certainly would not be fitting.

He must learn some of the Dragon Clan's secret divine skills, and Ao Qing is definitely the best teacher in the world for that.

Even the Old Dragon King might not know as many secret divine skills as Ao Qing does.

"Introduce what identity? Just say picked up on the road, looking cute and sensible, picked it up to be raised by the villagers, I don't believe the village chief and those dolts would mind."

Yu Ziqing tapped the imprint and let Little Ao Qing out.

"From now on, I'm your brother, and you'll take my surname too. Let's go with Qing as the surname, how about Qingqing for the name? It follows the tradition here of repeating syllables, sounds nice, and it's our family tradition to have a childhood name, so Qingqing it is."

"I'll listen to brother." Little Ao Qing readily climbed up; he didn't want the "Ao" character anymore either.

"All right, let's go back."

Yu Ziqing led Qingqing along a path in the locust forest, moving forward.

Yang's hooves made a clatter on the path, sounding deliberately loud.

Even after Dragon Transformation and experiencing the Transformation Thunder Tribulation, now being a dragon, he still preferred the appearance of a goat; he was already feeling nostalgic.

They walked slowly through the locust forest, and Yu Ziqing started telling Qingqing about the locust trees around them, mentioning that each tree was inhabited by hungry ghosts, which was why Lou Huai dared not come here.

Talking about the people in the village, all of whom are very nice people, those guys would definitely love children without exception.

In the future, Qingqing could follow the traditions of Jinlan Mountain, whether choosing to practice Body Refinement or not, but cultivating the body was a must.

Taking the energy from the Jade Tomb for free, plus the Nourishing Body Fist Skill, had already become one of the foundations of Jinlan Mountain.

As they were about to exit the locust forest, they faintly heard noises from outside, and Yu Ziqing immediately had a bad feeling.

When they stepped out of the locust forest, they saw in the distance Er Han flying through the sky, screaming miserably.

Meanwhile, the village chief, solely with the power of his body, was striding through the air with thunderous booms beneath his feet.

Above Jinlan Mountain, a boulder hundreds of feet large, carrying a tremendous force, plummeted down from the mountainside.

The village chief moved incredibly fast, stepping through the air from the side, and as he was about to reach the stone, he bellowed loudly.

"Ten Directions."

With his roar, a buzzing sound appeared out of thin air, the village chief's body suddenly rose several inches taller, his muscles bulged like rocks, and his Qi-Blood power surged at least twenty times in an instant.

Suddenly, Qi-Blood ignited into Blood Flames, then in a moment, it all receded back.

The village chief threw a punch, and at that moment, everything around his fist seemed to twist under that immense power.

The fist struck the giant stone, but the terrible force didn't pierce through it directly; instead, the power was distributed evenly across the whole boulder.

The boulder paused briefly, then suddenly crumbled into dust, before being swept up in the gale that followed, turning into a dust cloud that shot up to the sky.

The cloud was carried tens of miles away, hitting the Mountain Protection Array before it finally stopped.

The village chief fell straight down to the ground from midair but landed lightly on the snow, stepping out without leaving a single footprint.

His body burning with Qi-Blood, he epitomized the word "fierce". Not only did Er Han feel scared, but Yu Ziqing was frightened too.

Yang looked utterly horrified.

"Ziqing, remember to organize your theory on practicing minute Control when you get back. Do it as soon as possible, and take it seriously. Don't forget, I think it's absolutely necessary, no, it's imperative to study it deeply without delay."

Bloody hell, such terrifying control, that's Body Cultivation?

Since when could activating the Ten Directions divine skills and unleashing more than twenty times the power be controlled so finely?

That punch didn't waste a single bit, it was controlled perfectly.

Yang dares to assert now that among those of the same realm, let alone fragile-skinned cultivators, there are hardly any Body Cultivators who could survive that punch from the village chief.

Yu Ziqing stared blankly at the dust that struck the Mountain Protection Array in the distance, his eyes almost turning red.

He must learn this move at any cost, even if it means practicing embroidery.

If he mastered it, he might not need to shatter an opposing cultivator's Protective Magic Treasure in the future; just the purest power could seep in evenly and explode in an instant, shocking whoever was inside the magic treasure into dust.

The village chief, upon seeing Yu Ziqing, came over with a big laugh and large strides.

After a few steps, when he saw the child hiding behind Yu Ziqing, the village chief's gaze slightly congealed, his muscular frame deflating like a punctured balloon, returning to his original thin and frail appearance within three steps, a cane materializing in his hand.

He came over leisurely, with a kind and compassionate expression.

"Ziqing, you're back. Great timing. About that Hitting the bull from a distance you mentioned last time, I think it's a bit too difficult to practice.

Truly mastering it might take a long time, and so far I have only achieved a tiny bit of progress.

It's probably also because Jinlan Mountain is too hard and too big. Later, I'll try on a smaller mountain."

Yu Ziqing looked flabbergasted.

I never said that.

Don't talk nonsense.

Yu Ziqing put a hand over his face, his expression one of exasperation; he himself had forgotten when he had boasted of such a thing...