Master of Strange Dao

"You said he discovered you?"

"Not discovered? Just sensed your intent?"

"I knew it, he dares to absorb the wrath of all beings without being incinerated, surely he is extraordinary, sensing your intent is not surprising."

"Stop following me. I've told you, coming to the land with me is very dangerous, someone might discover you."

"Listen to my advice, the land is filled with too many human cultivators and possibly even more hidden ones, not everyone is without malicious intent."

"When I need you, I will call for you, I promise."

With Ji Meng's words, the fine drizzle in the sky slowly dissipated, and the clouds gradually scattered, letting sunlight once again fall upon the land.

Without the cover of the rain, the moment Ji Meng looked towards Yu Ziqing again, Yu Ziqing turned his head and looked his way.

Ji Meng did not hide his form and slowly flew forward.

According to the norm among cultivators, not hiding one's form and approaching slowly to a communicable yet safe distance indicates no ill intentions.

Especially in the wild, these norms, if one does not want to fight, must be adhered to.

From a great distance, Ji Meng greeted with a hand gesture.

"I am Shi Mengji, greetings, fellow daoist."

Yu Ziqing's eyes narrowed slightly as he returned the greeting.

"Qing Ziyu, greetings, fellow daoist."

The other's accent sounded strange, definitely not from Dazhen or Dali. The farther north, the heavier the accents in speech.

And this person did not seem to be from Daqian either.

Rather, he sounded somewhat like someone from Dadui.

Hand gestures have been a courtesy since ancient times, but the other's etiquette, in details, was not quite the same as the current ones, more like ancient rites.

Miles away, as soon as he was spotted, he revealed himself, stopped 450 feet away, self-introduced his lineage, performing ancient rites.

All these were ancient courtesies that hardly anyone nowadays still adhered to, yet very standard.

In Dadui's Sealing, Yu Ziqing had seen many people behaving like this.

In that era, that was the normal protocol for interactions.

In the current era, except for some long-lasting major forces on formal occasions, truly few people are so meticulous.

Had he not been to the Sealing of Dadui, Yu Ziqing would not have known these details.

Seeing Yu Ziqing's expression, Ji Meng quickly added a comment.

"I come from the Southern Sea, my clan sensed some disturbances here, I am here to explore, and mean no harm to the cultivators on land."

"Oh, so you are a fellow daoist from the Southern Sea. That explains it..."

Yu Ziqing looked enlightened and pointed nearby.

"I also sensed some changes and came to check, especially since Silver Lake Forbidden Land cannot afford lapses. If there's a disturbance, it matters greatly, please proceed, fellow daoist."

After Yu Ziqing finished speaking, he turned to leave, not wanting to engage further with this fellow.

If he believed those words, he would be a fool.

The Southern Sea is a harsh environment where both the Sea Clan and the Demon Clan fiercely compete for resources.

Unless absolutely necessary, no human cultivator would choose to settle and multiply in the Southern Sea.

Those who manage to establish themselves there are not just anyone; at least ninety-nine percent are loose cultivators with considerable cultivation.

That dreadful place has no stable site for cultivation.

Only cultivators who need that specific environment for their cultivation would consider residing in the Southern Sea regularly.

As for the inheritance of loose cultivators, because of resources and various other reasons, the number of disciples is almost always in single digits, and direct transmission from one generation to another is common.

Moreover, even grouped forces would definitely not mention "our clan" in that way.

There simply aren't any humans there who would say "our clan" like that.

This guy is either not human or harbors ill intentions.

Either way, Yu Ziqing didn't want to argue with him.

Seeing Yu Ziqing merely greeted and then turned to leave, Ji Meng was confused.

He didn't know where the problem lay, but he felt he must have made some slip that made the other think he was spouting nonsense.

Upon reflection, he couldn't help but smile wryly.

He had slept for far too long, unable to keep up with the times.

He was sure there must be some major changes he was unaware of.

But his headache was splitting, the burning pain within his Divine Soul had never stopped, he must make contact with the other party.

He wanted to understand how to resolve that non-existent burning.

The idea of using force had never crossed his mind, for it would surely be futile.

He also didn't feel that his current strength was greater than the other's; he even felt that the other could easily incinerate him if he wished.

Just the thought of that all-encompassing fire, as if burning through the entire world.

That fire that was not targeting him still made his life unbearable, nearly causing his demise.

If that fire were targeting him, what would the scene be?

Just thinking about it made it even more painful, causing him to furrow his brow and uncontrollably reach up to rub his head.

Yu Ziqing had not gone far, sensing the change behind him, he looked back and saw that strange fellow, looking pained.

The next moment, clouds gathered again in the sky, and a soft rain like needles spilled down.

The rain carried a gentle, comforting power that could soothe hearts, making one feel calm and peaceful.

But the moment the raindrops fell, the Two-headed Snake within Yu Ziqing's body immediately raised its heads, becoming agitated and hostile, with a fierce glow in its eyes.