Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing dared to touch his left conscience and say what was in his heart, he had truly never underestimated Old Yang.

Even when facing a Ninth Tier Strong, Yu Ziqing never felt that Old Yang couldn't hold his ground.

A bizarre Black Dragon with the corpse of a Ninth Tier Evil Dragon carried on its back, even if it couldn't kill some Ninth Tier Strong, could at least ensure their own side wouldn't die.

However, facing two Ninth Tier opponents and having to protect him, that was certainly not a small difficulty, and things could go terribly wrong.

In the past, Old Yang didn't like this kind of battle, but when it really came to a head, Old Yang still genuinely engaged.

After transforming into a Black Dragon, Old Yang showed himself in front of strangers for the first time, a black dragon thousands of zhang in length, with an auspicious cloud by its side. Even with only a Seventh Tier realm, the oppressive feeling it exuded was not the slightest bit false.

The guy across from them was clearly startled, hesitating without taking immediate action.

Yu Ziqing looked back at the person Xia Shuang was fighting with, and Old Yang guessed that the other party was from the East Sea.

The newcomer who had arrived, upon seeing Old Yang's Dragon Clan form, also hesitated without taking immediate action.

Yu Ziqing then guessed that this guy might also be from the East Sea.

Only cultivators from the East Sea would have this kind of instinctive wariness when they saw those of the Dragon Clan.

The Dragon Clan is dominantly strong in the East Sea, this is commonly known. Even the Three Divine Dynasties have to consult with the Dragon Clan on many issues, setting terms rather than acting directly.

Members of the Dragon Clan rarely come to the land, and people from the Three Divine Dynasties also do not lightly venture into the Dragon Clan's territory.

The two sides are wary of each other and have set agreements, and as long as people from the land don't go to the East Sea, they really don't worry much about encountering the Dragon Clan. Only cultivators whose home base is in the East Sea would respond like this one.

When Yu Ziqing saw the cultivator's hesitation, he immediately burst out with his aura, and Yu Ziqing was pretty much sure of his judgment.

In the East Sea, he truly wouldn't dare to strike at the Dragon Clan, but on the Divine Dynasty's territory, or inside a Grotto Heaven, he'd probably feel that the only outcome for today was to kill all the people here.

And incidentally, he could also slaughter a member of the Dragon Clan and obtain some extremely precious resources.

A Ninth Tier Qi Refining cultivator, with his aura fully unleashed, set off waves of Spiritual Power, like real waves, one after another charging toward the surroundings.

Yu Ziqing, holding a black cat, withstood three waves, and seeing that the black cat was sticking out its tongue and gasping for air, decided not to forcibly resist any longer, and let the wave sweep him up and throw him out.

Thirty or so li later, Yu Ziqing finally stabilised his body.

He frowned slightly, looking at the expert in front of him, and could only see a mass of Divine Light enveloping him, with powerful surges of energy coming one wave after another, each stronger than the last.

His Yin God opened its eyes, and only then could he discern a silhouette within the Divine Light, a hand pinching some unknown seal, and in front of him, a seashell-shaped Magical Treasure slowly rotating.

Looking harder to see more clearly caused a sore sensation in his eyes, so Yu Ziqing hurriedly closed them to relieve the discomfort.

No wonder that those strong ones always move high above. On ordinary days, when seeing one flying by, they could only see a mass of Divine Light without being able to make out anything.

Now that he was a bit stronger, he could make out just a little bit.

Not being able to see was purely because he was too weak.

And it's probably not that they deliberately make themselves look that way.

The black cat who was panting with its tongue out and looking like it was not going to make it, cocked its head to glance at the distant Black Dragon, then continued to cling desperately onto Yu Ziqing's arm without letting go.

It had previously thought that Xia Shuang was a bit shameless, but the vision was first-rate. Now it was even more certain.

In the household of Xia Shuang's Little Uncle Master, there was actually a dragon, and even when stepping out the door, there was a dragon to protect the body, simply amazing.

The black cat arched its body, catching its breath, and asked in a low voice,

"The one from your family who can beat Xia Shuang to death, it's definitely not this Black Dragon, right?"

"Who are you talking about? Oh, right, no, it's not, this is also one of my family's elders, Old Yang."

"Your family has more than one Body Cultivator who can beat Xia Shuang to death?"

"Yes."

"Then Xia Shuang is out of her league." The black cat said with utmost certainty.

If this one were willing to take on the title of Little Uncle Master, then Xia Shuang had certainly hit the jackpot.

"Are you feeling better?"

"I'm not okay, my injuries are very serious. That guy's Divine Light is particularly damaging to me."

Yu Ziqing thought for a moment, then with one hand petting the black cat's head, a drop of Emperor's Liquid fell from his palm and into the black cat's body.

The black cat's eyes immediately narrowed as the cool force of the Emperor's Liquid circulated through its body, absorbing the scorching power of the Divine Light and transforming and balancing it into a cold chill.

Spots on the black cat's skin began to heal, and Yu Ziqing, still petting its head, gave it more than a dozen drops, and the black cat's fur regained its sleek and glossy appearance, becoming much more pleasant to touch.

The black cat couldn't help but meow and burrowed into Yu Ziqing's embrace.

Why Yu Ziqing could give it Emperor's Liquid was no longer important.

It planned to tell the Xi Family that it wanted to betray... ahem, to follow the guidance of the Moon God, and step onto the path of destiny it was meant for. It was fate, and it had no way to resist or change it.

"Feeling any better?"

"A little, just not dead yet. Recovery still has a long way to go."

"As long as you're not dead, it's fine."

Yu Ziqing completely ignored the black cat's gluttony; a cat, once indulged, would become hard to feed later, so he had to keep it in check.

Although this black cat was obviously not ordinary, being able to purr and scratch, it was still a cat.