Master of Strange Dao

The first time he started, he wanted to learn how to embroider by turning his hand into an afterimage, just like the village chief.

But the moment he began, the leaves were shredded by the thread, and the thread itself broke into over a dozen pieces while the needle flew out and disappeared...

Yu Ziqing remained silent, built a wooden hut in the locust forest, and lived right beside it, always having leaves available for use.

"Swoosh..."

A fine needle instantly flew out for dozens of yards, piercing through four or five locust trees and lodging into one at the back.

A hungry ghost inside the locust tree poked its head out, looked woefully, and quietly emerged from behind the tree, walking hundreds of yards away before knocking on another locust tree's trunk.

"Wang Wuliu, I need to discuss something with you. Can I stay here for a while?"

In the locust forest, a hungry ghost popped its head out, looking confused.

"What's the matter?"

"I can't stay where I am now, I'm afraid of that noble. I might get killed accidentally. If you're willing, we could switch places. You've always wanted my locust tree, right?"

"You're the one who's saying this, the choice to switch is yours, so don't blame me." Wang Wuliu emerged from the locust tree and immediately dashed towards the one near the inner edge.

However, moments later, he returned looking terrified.

"I think it's actually pretty good for us to make do here together..."

The two hungry ghosts tacitly hid inside the same locust tree.

Within a hundred yards of Yu Ziqing's wooden hut, not a single hungry ghost remained; all had moved away.

In just one day, there were already dozens of fine needles inserted in those locust trees.

The hungry ghosts had no choice but to move; although the fine needles weren't very powerful, what if they got killed by Yu Ziqing? It would be too unjust.

Undeterred, the next day, Yu Ziqing temporarily set aside embroidering leaves and started practicing fine hand movements by rolling two stone balls in his palm.

After just a brief day of practice, he noticed that although there was no progress, he could already feel some deeper aspects, such as the tiny muscles in his hands and the subtle circulation of Qi-Blood.

At least it proved the method was effective.

Focused, Yu Ziqing immersed himself in training, now feeling that whether or not he could master hitting the bull from a distance was irrelevant.

The benefits had already begun to appear silently as he started practicing.

In a blink, a month passed, and Yu Ziqing's initial theory of Body Cultivation practical skills had been submitted days ago.

He was sitting at the doorway of the wooden hut, continuing his training, when he heard a loud boom and looked up towards the distance.

He saw the village chief's figure sweeping across the sky, initially accompanied by the sound of air exploding, but as he sped up, the burst sound disappeared.

Watching the village chief soar into the sky, the speed slightly diminished, then suddenly he twisted his body mid-air, somersaulted over, and his speed surged once more as he continued to ascend.

With a bang, his figure made a right-angle turn at high altitude, flying sideways.

Yu Ziqing watched expressionlessly.

Well, that was quick to turn theory into practice...

His gaze was calm and numb as he continued to look down and start embroidering.

He had mastered the basic embroidery skills, knowing where to place the needle so the thread passing through at a high speed wouldn't shred the leaves.

He also knew the best angles and rhythms.

Although slow, taking two hours to embroider just half a leaf, and not very prettily at that,

at least he was on the right track. Now he just needed to gradually speed up. When he could throw a withered leaf into the air with one hand like the village chief and complete the embroidery in a breath or two, without the leaf breaking when it hit the ground, then he would have truly succeeded and could move on to the next step.

It must be said, the innate conditions for Body Cultivation were indeed favorable.

With the necessary hardware in place, the software could run smoothly afterward.

Yu Ziqing slowly began enjoying the process, the feeling of becoming stronger each day was simply too good.

No wonder there were so many Qi Refinement practitioners. Every day after completing their Cultivation, they could clearly feel a bit more True Yuan than the day before. This kind of positive feedback was too effective not to be good.

Qingqing, holding a plate of beef jerky and biting down hard, made her way to Yu Ziqing's wooden hut, quietly watching him embroider.

Waiting until Yu Ziqing finished a practice session, Qingqing finally handed him the plate.

"Brother, they said you really like beef jerky."

Yu Ziqing picked up a piece of beef jerky, hard as dead wood, crunching loudly as he bit into it.

After tasting it carefully, the flavor of this batch of fake beef jerky was still not quite right.

He would need to push the hungry ghost chefs a bit harder.

"Go back and tell them they skimped on the beef fat and scraps, and it's still too dry. Although it won't spoil easily, it's too hard..."

"Okay, I'll go back and let them know."

"How do you feel living here?"

"It's great, the people in the village are also very nice, and the village chief is nice too, though he seems to enjoy hitting people. Er Han got beat up again yesterday, and he's still lying in bed, refusing to take any medicine. He said he needs to rest for a few days, the medicine that Grandpa Yang gave him heals too quickly."

Qingqing forcefully bit into the fake beef jerky, smiling through her response, clearly enjoying her current life.