Master of Strange Dao

"But if the seal was broken and the dust of history settled, the impact that followed would surely kill him, and no one could save him.

What Yu Ziqing could do was to give him a chance to choose his own way of dying when resolving the seal.

Putting away the red pen, Yu Ziqing looked at An History Book.

"You tell me, why do people like Prefectural Governor Kang always end up dead? Can't there be a good outcome for once?"

"If one day Dadui returns and people like Prefectural Governor Kang are all dead, do you think there's still a purpose for Dadui's existence?"

"If I painstakingly resolve all the disasters and bring Dadui back, but those who survive are all Gua Pi, could I kill them all?"

An History Book didn't respond, such questions were beyond its capacity to express.

"Forget it, I'll rest for a moment. No matter what I say next, I need to leave some capable loyal ministers and righteous warriors. Otherwise, do I hope to manage the mess?"

Yu Ziqing turned around and climbed up along the stone wall.

He released Yang, who was still unconscious. He stretched out a finger and stimulated Yang's body with a bit of Qi-Blood, causing Yang to instantly leap up from the ground.

"Is it over?"

"It's over." Yu Ziqing shook his head and took out all the items he had obtained from Dean Wu: "Let's first see what we can keep and what we can't."

Yang checked them over and chose the same as Yu Ziqing, leaving only some recorded books and such. He didn't take any Magical Treasures, including the Langya Institute's Token, not even touching those things.

"That guy was adept at Artifact Dao, so don't keep any of the Magical Treasures, including this ring."

"Alright, I understand."

What he couldn't keep, Yu Ziqing casually threw into the depths of the pit.

Initially, he planned to take them out and give them to anyone he disliked, but later thought it over and figured it would be safer.

Dean Wu was only removed from his position as Dean, nothing else, nor was he expelled from the Langya Institute.

If he was dead, this matter would be far more sensitive than those guys from the East Sea.

Those East Sea guys, if they died, then they died. Their territory and everything they managed would be silently swallowed up.

Their disciples might even be quietly silenced by others, whether they knew secrets or not.

Let it stir up and see how the Langya Institute reacts.

Anyway, it had nothing to do with me; I did nothing.

Whatever they planned to do, whatever they wanted from Dadui's return, some price had to be paid, right?

If they wanted to target Jinlan Mountain, some cost had to be incurred, right?

Would it be excessive to fill this pit with the lives of over ten Ninth Tier Strong?

It was just the beginning, and there were still many days to come.

From when those people targeted Jinlan Mountain to capturing Yang, this matter couldn't end well.

Even if they wanted to settle it, Yu Ziqing wouldn't agree.

Yu Ziqing was determined to turn this place into a big pit, first to trap three or four Ninth Tier and make them feel the pain.

These fools really thought that apart from the slumbering hungry ghost king, there were no other means in Jinlan Mountain?

Yu Ziqing and Yang had just finished tidying up the spoils of war when Yang glanced at the cave entrance.

"Someone's coming."

Yang and Yu Ziqing silently climbed down the stone wall, hiding in the darkness, their presence concealed.

Moments later, two strangers appeared in the cave.

One of the elderly men looked around, frowning slightly.

"Where's the person with the surname Wu?"

"Father, he might not have waited for us and went in first." The middle-aged man in luxurious clothing beside him speculated.

"He's too impatient."

"Father, shall we also go in?"

"Let's go."

The two each took out a Token covered in verdigris and approached the edge of the pit.

"Father, don't forget, it's down the right side of the stone wall, just hold the Token, right?"

"No mistake, this Token has been passed down in our family, originating from the elite of the White Feather Army at the time."

Yu Ziqing listened to the conversation above, placing one hand on Yang, communicating with him.

"Do you recognize them?"

"I can't see, only hear. How can I recognize them that way? But one of the old ones is Ninth Tier, there are so few Ninth Tier, seeing them once should allow me to identify them. As for the younger one, he should be Eighth Tier. Since they know Dean Wu, I should recognize them when I see them."

"Then don't worry about them."

"Aren't you going to do something?"

"No need, I've already done something."

"..."

Yu Ziqing ignored those two, letting them enter the sealing.

The elder one held the Token in one hand and touched a rune on the stone wall, disappearing on the spot.

An History Book turned to the page of the End Period, paused slightly, then continued to flip forward, turning to the No.2 disaster pre-set by Yu Ziqing and sending it in.

As for the No.1 disaster, it was the myriad devil disaster that had just been resolved.

The middle-aged man outside was unaware of all this.

When he placed his hand on the rune, he followed the same trajectory.

On that page, the scribe had written:

"Year 1900 of the Dingmao, Dingyou City.

Great drought, three thousand miles of scorched earth, countless died of hunger, ghosts leading hordes of ghosts rampant, thousands of miles devoid of life.

Dingyou City fell, County Magistrate martyred, Prefectural Governor Priest, sealed the group of ghosts."

Once those two disappeared, Yu Ziqing returned to An History Book, frowning slightly."