Master of Strange Dao

When Yu Ziqing encountered a Ninth Tier Strong, he had never panicked as much, nor had he ever run as fast.

The people from the No.4 family truly sent shivers down his spine.

He had never thought before that someone could feign sincerity while drawing him to their side, willing to reduce their own status by a generation, all the while secretly hoping he would switch his cultivation path soon and looking forward to how he would die and what he would become after death.

It's strange when the phrase "wishing you to die" can have a double meaning.

For some reason, Yu Ziqing felt a sudden empathy for No.4.

He believed that No.4 certainly didn't want to die; otherwise, according to what Xia Shuang said, if No.4 died because of the Tomb Ghost's curse, his prospects would be infinite.

Probably even Yang didn't know about these things.

It's no wonder they say the Xi Family excels at exploring Grotto Heavens and Forbidden Lands – it's just a euphemism.

To put it bluntly, those Grotto Heavens are all mausoleums of mighty figures from the past, so saying these people are exceptionally skilled at grave robbing and treasure hunting isn't incorrect.

It's just that most of the time, people don't put it that way.

If one were blunt, the emergence of someone's Grotto Mansion that sent people swarming for the chance of fortune could also be described as grave robbing and treasure digging.

However, no matter how professional or skilled you are as a living person, how could you compete with the one lying in the coffin who rises from the dead and takes action personally?

Ordinary people doing such things are still afraid of dying, but those folks aren't afraid at all; they are either seeking death or on the path to seeking it.

Dying would just mean changing their profession.

Can you, an outsider, compete with that?

You cannot.

Perhaps these folks also know their identity is sensitive, so they never claim the Xia surname in front of others; maybe only those who are not yet dead...no, not yet transitioned, roam around brazenly, and those who are dead return to earnestly cultivate, not wandering around idly.

And so, only a few people know about this group, and they only know them as the Xi Family.

No.4 must be terribly afraid of dying that he dared to confide in him his true name was Xia Yixing.

Yu Ziqing now understood No.4 better – not wanting to die and also not wanting to remain at home, which is why he was always gallivanting outside like a vagabond.

Soon, Yu Ziqing left Kuihou Country and headed straight for Feng family.

He had Feng Buju send a message to the Yin Family Patriarch, inquiring whether the Tomb Ghost Cave Heaven in Southeast Qingzhou, Dali, was indeed the place where part of Old Emperor Zhen's remains were suppressed.

If not, Yu Ziqing planned not to go.

After all, No.4 had surely laid a firm foundation; dying would simply mean a change in his profession, so no big issue there.

He had personally delivered the message himself, having done all that was needed.

If that ghostly place... ah, spit spit spit.

Yu Ziqing sped his way to Feng family, as if he were visiting his own home, familiar with the path.

The Feng family's guardians at the entrance simply waved at Yu Ziqing without even standing up to greet him politely.

Walking in, no one stopped Yu Ziqing. Last time someone had shown him the way and given him a little reception, but this time, the familiar-looking folks he encountered merely greeted him from a distance and then went about their own business.

Yu Ziqing scratched his head, thinking that the Feng family's hearts were really big, not even fearing if the visitor wasn't Qing Ziyu.

If someone could impersonate Qing Ziyu and stroll in so freely, wouldn't that be a huge vulnerability for the Feng family?

So, Yu Ziqing encountered no obstacles along the way, and upon meeting Feng Buju, he immediately said.

"Old Feng, you can't be doing this, nobody stopped me when I was coming in, and nobody verified my identity. What if someone pretended to be me and got in? That would not be good, and I would have to carry the blame."

"No worries, anyone who can impersonate you can impersonate other members of the Feng family as well."

"Then you have to be even more careful. I'm someone who could cause unexpected trouble."

Feng Buju gave Yu Ziqing a sidelong glance and couldn't help but say.

"Aside from you, none of the Feng family members walk in and out as boldly and recklessly as you do."

"..."

Yu Ziqing was somewhat taken aback, "Really?..."

"Let's not talk about this for now, I have an urgent matter and I need to ask you."

"Go ahead."

"Can you ask the Yin Family Patriarch if any part of You Zhen is suppressed somewhere near Siqu City in Southeast Qingzhou, Dali?"

"Huh?"

"I have a friend who is from the Xi Family, you know about them, right?"

"I've heard of them. Many years ago, my family had some dealings with the Xi Family. They are not only strong, but their capabilities are powerful, especially when exploring Grotto Heavens. Many things I've never even heard of, the Xi Family members know like the back of their hand."

"Do you remember the guy who was chased for eighty thousand miles by an Eighth Tier Tomb Ghost a few years back? He's from the Xi Family. He's been captured and is being taken to that Tomb Ghost's Grotto Heaven. Last time, when he came out of the Tomb Ghost Cave Heaven, he carried a trace of an aura that was exactly like You Zhen's."

"Hold on, let me ask the Yin Family Patriarch." Feng Buju's expression became stern, and he immediately agreed.

He walked briskly to his family's ancestral hall. On the side of the hall hung a series of portraits, in front of which were memorial tablets and incense burners.

Feng Buju stood before a tablet inscribed with the name Yin Busan, wrote a message on Yellow Paper, lit the incense, and threw the paper into a copper basin to burn it.

Wisps of smoke curled in front of the tablet, slowly forming a line of characters.

"Southeast Dali, Qingzhou, Siqu City, Grotto Heaven – is it necessary to go?"