Master of Strange Dao

"Screaming so miserably; that must mean the problem isn't serious."

In the distance, Old Goat's massive body was bent over, swept to the ground by a tremendous force, barreling dozens of miles along the surface.

After hitting the ground, he seemed to struggle, wanting to get up, but to little avail.

And at the core of his curled-up body, an Evil Dragon's form materialized, tens of feet in size, fangs bared as it clenched a black arrow brimming with killing intent in its jaws, both claws gripping the latter half of the projectile.

Old Goat, with drooping eyelids, lay on the ground, quietly waiting.

The arrow was indeed a God Slaying Arrow, but alas, the giant crossbow turned out to be a counterfeit.

Otherwise, even if the Evil Dragon's body had forcibly taken the hit, it would surely have suffered heavy damage.

Since the real God Slaying Arrow has emerged, it seems that fellow is in a hurry, determined to bury everyone here.

With drooping eyelids, Old Goat watched as that person flew towards him, his heart sinking more than halfway.

He was genuinely afraid that the guy could calmly go straight for Yu Ziqing...

Meanwhile, elsewhere, the battle between Xia Shuang and that person continued, and Old Goat still lay there waiting for the ambush.

On Yu Ziqing's side, they started to face threats.

Several Seventh Tier cultivators, along with one Eighth Tier, were flying towards them.

There was also the Tomb Ghost, his face full of deep-seated resentment and shrouded with Death Qi and yin qi, taking unwavering steps in their direction.

Seeing this, those people didn't come closer but simply watched from afar.

The Tomb Ghost rushed over, grunting a series of low growls.

Xi Yang, with a grim face, took a step forward.

"If there's really no escape, then so be it, I'll die..."

Yu Ziqing's Yin God, hearing the Tomb Ghost's words, suddenly opened his eyes.

It seemed he understood what the Tomb Ghost meant.

Last time it said it would kill Xi Yang on sight, but now it insisted it would kill him no matter what.

Yu Ziqing looked at the approaching Tomb Ghost, noticed the token on its arm, and with a thought, stepped forward. He performed a respectful ancient gesture learned from the Dadui Seal.

The Tomb Ghost, upon seeing this etiquette, was momentarily taken aback, hurriedly responding with the same gesture, and then babbled endlessly.

"Don't worry, I won't stop you. If you want to kill him, just wait until I'm done, then you can kill him however you like."

Saying this, Yu Ziqing then spoke to Feng Buju.

"Big Brother Feng, trouble you to bind his hands and feet."

Feng Buju, not understanding the reason, simply pointed a finger, and a streak of light flew out, binding Xi Yang's limbs, causing him to fall to the ground.

Seeing the situation, the Tomb Ghost immediately stopped and listened to what Yu Ziqing had to say.

"First of all, being so stubborn isn't right. You want to kill him; what's the point of doing that?

Last time you didn't kill him, and he was extremely grateful. This time, he heard that someone wanted to come here, even to dig up the Mausoleum.

That's why he risked his life rushing here to stop them, but unfortunately, he was too weak to prevent them and could only follow them inside, hoping to draw your attention and awaken you to stop them."

"Look, you can't stop those people now, can you?

Then you surely can't blame him for coming here to help, can you?"

The Tomb Ghost, stubborn, shook its head, insisting on killing Xi Yang first before dealing with others. If it fell in the battle, it still had the Curse to kill them.

Seeing the Tomb Ghost about to take action again, Yu Ziqing was at a loss and immediately formed a Seal with his hands, sending a telepathic message.

"I am Qing Ziyu, Prefectural Governor of Dingwei City. Whom do you guard?"

The Tomb Ghost paused midstride, abruptly raising his head, looking at Yu Ziqing, his previously resentful expression turning solemn in an instant.

It eyed Yu Ziqing closely and babbled, asking where his seal of authority was. Yu Ziqing's expression darkened, and he rebuked sharply,

"You expect me to produce the Big Seal here? Is this how your master taught you?"

Upon hearing this, the obstinate Tomb Ghost hastened to make amends, no longer daring to inquire, but pointed into the distance instead, indicating that it could lead Yu Ziqing to its master.

Yu Ziqing pointed at Xi Yang.

"Indeed, he came to deliver a message; it was not his wish to come."

The Tomb Ghost turned away from Xi Yang, now preoccupied with matters more pressing; it could no longer concern itself with him.

Yu Ziqing then pointed toward those people in the distance,

"They came to dig up the Mausoleum. Let's deal with them first, and I'll accompany you to meet your master."

The Tomb Ghost turned and headed toward those people.

"Big Brother Feng, let's lend a hand."

The Tomb Ghost's expression turned solemn; his speed increased, his spirit light awakening. He became a shadow, grasping a cultivator in one hand, his two hands clutching the other's head. A breath in, and he forcibly tore the cultivator's Divine Soul from the body, devouring it. From now on, the soul could only follow the Tomb Ghost and guard the Mausoleum here.

Plus, with Feng Buju taking action, there was no longer a need for Yu Ziqing to intervene.

Like a frightened quail, Xi Yang clung tightly to Yu Ziqing, following closely behind.

He didn't care how Yu Ziqing managed to persuade the stubborn Tomb Ghost; all that mattered was staying close to Yu Ziqing, as there was a chance he might survive.

Having seen the token on the Tomb Ghost, Yu Ziqing felt a sense of familiarity.

He had once seen a corpse in a page of An History Book, a corpse with such a token on its arm, and the garments on the body clearly indicated that the person was an official from Dadui.

It was just a hunch, but he didn't expect that mere guess to distract the Tomb Ghost from Xi Yang instantaneously.

In other words, the powerful being buried here had once been an officer of the Dadui officialdom.