Master of Strange Dao

After all, the village chief definitely couldn't have come up with the phrase "hitting the bull from a distance."

But big brother, "hitting the bull from a distance" is an adjective, an adjective!

It's not the literal freaking meaning.

It's really not about punching across a mountain and literally killing the cow on the other side.

Old Yang looked at Yu Ziqing with a face full of shock and quickly added.

"And this, you definitely have to sum it up, if you have more, remember to record everything. I have to say, in terms of Body Cultivation, in our village, you truly know the most, it's a real eye-opener."

"..."

Yu Ziqing smacked his lips, at a loss for how to explain.

Now, even if he were to say he was just bragging, it's likely no one would believe him.

Because the outrageous thing he bragged about, someone had actually done it.

Judging by the current situation of the village chief, if it's a small mountain, he would definitely be able to punch on this side without harming a single stone, while the cow on the other side would be shocked to death.

Plus, with the previous practice of fine control methods, there's no way to explain this.

Luckily, everyone thinks this is normal and no one asked him any questions. The village chief slowly walked over, glanced at Qingqing with a kind face, and lowered his voice.

"Whose child is this?"

"Mine, named Qingqing, 'Qing' as in Qing Ziyu, 'qing' as in the color green, also called Qingqing for short." Yu Ziqing introduced her, slowly pulling Qingqing out and continued, "This is our village's village chief, Qingqing, call him grandpa."

"Hello, grandpa." The little one was very polite and was carved of jade in every way, as cute and well-behaved as can be.

"Good, since you're here, you're one of our villagers." The village chief naturally took Qingqing by the hand and casually asked, "Are you hungry? You must not have had a meal after walking all this way, right? We'll have food soon."

The village chief walked towards the village with Qingqing, leaving Yu Ziqing behind.

Passing by the butcher, he also wore a benevolently mien.

"Go, inform them to prepare for the feast."

The butcher, scared pale by the village chief's kind and approachable demeanor, didn't react until the village chief glared at him, and then he vanished on the spot.

Yu Ziqing watched the village chief walk away, somewhat astonished.

"I knew it!"

He had guessed long ago what would happen when a cute little child appeared in a village where no one could have children.

Old Yang was also torn between laughter and tears. He spent his life in the pursuit of the Tao, never marrying or having children, and truly couldn't fully empathize with the villagers' obsession, but he understood it nevertheless. He just didn't expect the village chief to react so strongly.

Old Yang looked back at Yu Ziqing.

"Remember what I just told you, you must record and organize everything. Those are the foundations of Jinlan Mountain, and must never be passed on."

"Even if I pass them on, no one would believe it."

"Stop messing around, take it seriously!"

Old Yang warned him again and instantly disappeared from the spot.

Yu Ziqing raised his hand and muttered.

"I still have things to ask you..."

He really wanted to figure out what exactly was going on with Old Yang.

He had passed the Transformation Thunder Tribulation, so how could he still freely turn into a Black Mountain Sheep?

Also, the box of things Qingqing previously forced on him must have contained much of the Dragon Clan's heritage.

He was planning on giving it to Old Yang, to put it to good use. Keeping it himself would only serve to amuse him and broaden his horizons—it's like using another's stone to polish his own jade.

But Old Yang could directly use it.

"Forget it, let's just get it sorted..."

Yu Ziqing looked utterly conflicted, as if wearing a mask of agony. How was he to sort things out?

In past conversations with the village chief, he had been full of bluster, spouting nonsense at will just to calm the chief who was eager to advance and had done so several times over a few months. He would outline a rosy future so the chief wouldn't cut off his own prospects.

Eventually, the balloon of tales became larger and larger, and the village chief's conviction grew firmer. He took his time and did not rush his progress.

Now, Yu Ziqing couldn't remember what he had boasted about or where his stories had led.

...

In the waters where the Evil Dragon Tomb was located, the sea was crystal clear. Rich vitality surged through the water, and deep below, seaweed began to sprout.

The corals that normally took many years to grow somehow sprang up.

In the shallows, small fish swam around in schools.

The once ominous mausoleum now lost its grimness and resembled an ordinary, solemn palace submerged in the sea.

An elder dragon with a dragon's head and a human body walked through the sea, looking at the changes around him, and heaved a deep sigh.

He had sensed it before, the power of the True Dragon Bloodline had been fully triggered, even summoning the Azure Dragon Illusion.

But as a price, that True Dragon Bloodline would completely vanish.

Now that the Evil Dragon had disappeared, looking at the vibrant life around him, the elder dragon seemed to see it all: the Evil Dragon vanishing into nothingness under the Heavenly Tribulation, and ultimately, everything returning to the great sea.

This piece of once lifeless sea regained its vitality.

After circling the tens of thousands of miles of the sea realm, the elder dragon returned to the Evil Dragon Tomb. With a wave of his hand, the tomb slowly sank downward, disappearing into the seabed, gone from sight.

"If you've left, then you've left. I'll keep your tomb for you."

The mausoleum was completely sealed, buried forever.

From now on, no more Evil Dragon, no more Evil Dragon Tomb.

As the elder dragon emerged from the sea, his vertical pupils glanced in a direction, and immediately, he saw the sky there as if it had been torn open, revealing a figure.

"Look openly, the Evil Dragon is gone, and with this, the past affairs come to an end."

The figure's expression remained unchanged, sensing the changes in the place, then he sighed and bowed to the elder dragon.

"This is the end."

Having said that, he quietly retreated.

He did not want to provoke the elder dragon's ire at such a time.

The Dragon Clan's only True Dragon Bloodline had completely disappeared.

Even if it had already died before, there had been a glimmer of life, unlike now.

The elder dragon was in a particularly bad mood now, and if he were to lose his reason and attack him severely, there would be no consequences.

As the figure vanished completely, the elder dragon's vertical pupils scanned the surroundings, confirming no one else was present. He then reached out his hand.

A transparent-bodied sea demon suddenly appeared in his grasp.

"Tell me, what have you seen?"

The sea demon lay on the surface of the sea, trembling as he recounted everything he had experienced, seen, and felt.

"...That's roughly what happened. I didn't see much, but I sensed some things. It seems the Evil Dragon hasn't..."

Mid-sentence, the elder dragon suddenly turned his head to look at him, and flames burst from his nostrils, incinerating him into nothingness.

The elder dragon stood in place, his gaze icy, his tone leaving no room for doubt.

"The Evil Dragon is dead, and with that, this matter ends. Henceforth, everything has no connection whatsoever with the Evil Dragon."