Master of Strange Dao

A simple life that every child should have, simple happiness.

All the responsibilities, curses, and pressures were gone.

No one even cared who he was or where he came from.

Everyone genuinely treated him as an ordinary child.

Within just a month of arriving, he'd put on some weight; everyone who saw him would give him something to eat.

Offering you food was the villagers' way of showing affection.

"Well, as long as you like it, has the village chief taught you any fist skills?"

"Yes, Grandpa Village Chief said I'm still too young, no need for cultivation just yet, but learning fist skills for health is essential."

"That's correct, taking care of your health is a must. As for whether you will delve into Body Cultivation later, we'll discuss it when you grow up."

"I also want to pursue Body Cultivation in the future. In our village, everyone does it, but I want to wait a long time before starting."

"Hmm? What?" Yu Ziqing was taken aback.

"Brother, did you forget? The village chief said that you used to say that maintaining health is unique to our Jinlan Mountain, like Dao Cultivators.

But here we aren't Dao Cultivators nor practicing Dao Cultivation. We need another name, let's call it 'Hard-working Ascetic.'

If you can, before starting Body Cultivation, just maintain health for one or two hundred years, then go mining, temper your character, extract for several decades or a hundred years.

When Qi-Blood begins to decline, then you start Body Cultivation.

By then, no matter how poor the talent, you are at least at the Seventh Tier of Body Cultivation.

In a thousand years, our village might produce a dozen or so Ninth Tier Body Cultivators.

Brother, you are truly a genius. The village chief said you were the one directing the start of Body Cultivation in our village and the path afterward."

Yu Ziqing looked at Qingqing's admiring expression and didn't explain, silently taking out a Jade Scroll, recording the words Qingqing just said.

Just hearing the words "Hard-working Ascetic," he knew those words must have come from him.

With the real example of the village chief, Qingqing believed it deeply and planned to take this path, perfectly aligning with his short-term desire to avoid Cultivation.

"Sigh..." Yu Ziqing sighed complicatedly, patted Qingqing's head, and seriously advised, "In the village is fine, but with outsiders, you must remember, everything in the village has nothing to do with me. I'm not the one teaching Body Cultivation, nor am I directing anyone. It's their good talent, nothing to do with me. Remember that."

"Brother, I understand, I got it." Qingqing nodded continuously, looking like he understood Yu didn't want to take credit.

"Alright, go and play, I need to continue practicing..." Yu Ziqing waved weakly, lying down completely, thinking there's no point in explaining further.

He was truly afraid he'd end up on the wall of shame, leaving a disgraceful legacy.

Also being recorded with embellishments by the numerous Qi Refining cultivators: The very beginning of all these sins was Qing Ziyu.

"Oh, right, Qing Ziyu's doing, nothing to do with Yu Ziqing."

"Ha..."

Yu Ziqing laughed heartily and continued practicing.

...

Yang opened the metal box, something Yu Ziqing suddenly thought of and gave him, saying it was given by Little Ao Qing before, containing things from the Dragon Clan.

Upon opening the box and seeing the Magical Treasures inside, Yang just glanced at them; he found some scales recording the Dragon Clan's inheritance.

After memorizing everything recorded there, he placed them back into the box.

Yu Ziqing never opened it and never wanted to from the start, fearing that if he saw something good, he wouldn't resist greed.

Better not to look or ask, treating them as Qingqing's things, safeguarding them all.

Qingqing now didn't want anything to do with the Dragon Clan, didn't want those things, as there was a knot in his heart.

Wait until the knot gradually untangles, until he walks another path, and when he can laugh lightly at those things, those bad memories will just be distant memories.

At that time, this memory won't relate to the Dragon Clan but to Yu Ziqing and the village.

This box would witness the start of a beautiful memory.

Yang naturally understood Yu Ziqing's intentions, so he didn't touch anything, placing them back and sealing them neatly after recording.

Greed depended on the circumstance, depending on the object.

Yu Ziqing would sweep away all the water containing immense vitality from the island birthplace, but he wouldn't touch anything in the box.

After Yang recorded the contents, his form shifted, transforming into a Black Dragon, imprinting all the inheritance, Secret Techniques, Divine Skills onto his scales internally.

This was the Dragon Clan's most convenient way of storing information, always accessible when needed.

When not used, this information would be carved into the bloodline, ensuring that the offspring are naturally born with much knowledge.

Those things were like how human infants instinctively cry at birth to expand their lungs and naturally know how to feed; Dragons' juvenile dragons had far stronger natural instincts.

As the recording completed and the several Secret Techniques just began to be grasped.

Yang suddenly raised his head, gazing eastward.

He felt someone using the Dragon Clan's unique Secret Technique Lament, announcing to all Dragon Clan members.

The mournful chants signified that a Ninth Tier Dragon had fallen.