Master of Strange Dao

All along the way, no one noticed, on the surface, the Feng family looked no different from usual, but it was loose on the outside and tight on the inside, extremely secure.

Feng Buju led Yu Ziqing and Yang stealthily along the way without triggering any alarms.

At this moment, Feng Buju finally let out a silent sigh of relief.

"The Feng family should be fine, only I know all the defenses and alarms, being able to sneak in proves there has been no modification or major changes.

If there were any changes, I wouldn't have been able to infiltrate without a sound."

"So that guy named Zhao was just trying to deceive us." Yu Ziqing snorted with a shake of his head.

Though it was said afterward, given the circumstances at the time, none dared to gamble on an all-losing scenario.

The worst outcome, one side still needed assurance of a win.

Now it seemed, the Feng family was alright, at least nothing major had occurred.

Feng Buju led them to appear at the enormous central plaza of the Feng family.

In an instant, dozens of forces locked onto them immediately.

But upon recognizing Feng Buju, these forces retreated silently.

A tunneling light flashed, and Feng Butong came out.

"Brother, is the matter resolved?"

"Nothing happened at home, right?"

"Just a few outskirt people trying to cause sabotage in secret, they've been taken down."

"Good job," Feng Buju said, pausing slightly, "The Yin Family Patriarch has fallen, I will first put him in a coffin."

"Yin Busan died first?" Feng Butong was somewhat shocked.

"Sigh..."

Feng Buju led Yu Ziqing and Yang to a chilling place.

He sealed it off with a wave of his hand and released the sealed Yin Busan.

After unsealing, Yin Busan remained in the same state as at that time, lifeless, vitality extinguished, and his heart had stopped beating.

Feng Buju extended a hand, placing it on Yin Busan's chest, sensing carefully for a moment before exhaling deeply.

"Sure enough, not dead, this guy gave me a fright."

"Hmph, when I make a move, I naturally know, he couldn't possibly die," Yang sneered.

Yin Busan's injuries seemed severe, but to a cultivator, they were external wounds, the easiest to heal, not even needing a physician.

With the resources of the Feng and Yin Two Families, treating such injuries was very easy.

Yin Busan, this guy, even feigned death with the flow, truly bold, was he not afraid that at the time he might truly die?

But thinking about it, it made sense; if it were an external body cultivator, one punch, Yin Busan wouldn't be much better even if not dead.

After pretending to be dead, as long as he didn't let the Yin family's people touch him, given time to examine carefully, there wouldn't be any flaws.

And under the circumstances, evidently no one had the time to scrutinize closely.

The only ones who could detect the flaw were Yang and Yu Ziqing.

Neither would shout about it upon discovery.

"Did he manage to fool the soul lamp doing this?" Yu Ziqing asked curiously.

"Yes," Feng Buju nodded affirmatively, inspecting Yin Busan's wounds, "His injuries were indeed severe. If he leveraged the power back then, letting his vitality slip into dormancy and sealed it, he could deceive the soul lamp, letting it extinguish."

"Is this trick available to others?" Yu Ziqing asked.

"Hahaha..." Feng Buju laughed heartily, "Of course it is, once Yin Busan wakes up, I'll let him teach you personally."

Yang's eyelid twitched, holding back from saying anything.

He knew Yu Ziqing would be interested in such Dharma Methods!

Feng Buju pressed his hand on Yin Busan's chest as runes and Daoist Patterns flowed like water from his arm, slowly integrating into Yin Busan.

Yin Busan's self-sealing intertwined with Feng Buju's runes, merging and slowly dissipating.

This guy, when self-sealing, was guarding against the Yin family's people.

Only Feng Buju could uncover it more easily, unseal it more easily.

A moment later, blood began to flow from Yin Busan's wounds; he suddenly took a deep breath, his heart resumed beating, and the Vitality Fire rekindled.

A faint, imperceptible light of Creation entered his Vitality Fire, instantly boosting his vitality.

His abdominal wounds began to heal automatically, damaged organs first returning to normal, and his fractured vertebrae realigned on their own.

When the most severe injuries healed, his flourishing vitality returned to normal, no longer visibly healing at a glance.

Feng Buju, somewhat surprised, took out a Pill and fed it to Yin Busan to aid his recovery.

It only took an hour for Yin Busan to sit up from the ice bed.

Once he landed, with a solemn face, he bowed deeply to Yu Ziqing and Yang.

"Great grace and kindness, I have nothing to repay, Yin Busan can only say thank you for now."

"Yin Family Patriarch, you're too kind. Could you teach me that trick to fool the soul lamp?" Yu Ziqing returned the gesture, casually diverting the serious atmosphere to an oddly humorous place.

Yin Busan paused slightly, then nodded immediately.

"Certainly, no problem."

Feng Buju patted Yin Busan's shoulder with a smile.

"No need to be so serious, although this time you indeed owe Brother Qing a big thanks.

Without him, your Yin family, including those snitches, would probably have ended together.