Master of Strange Dao

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It was impossible to completely bypass the Daqian Divine Dynasty, to completely bypass the Langya Institute.

In recent days, he had received news that Dean Wu of the Langya Institute was dead, but how he died was unknown.

Combining this with what Yu Ziqing was saying now, Song Chengyue couldn't help but turn his head to glance in the direction of the Daqian Palace City.

There was no way he believed that Emperor Qian didn't know about this.

And he absolutely didn't believe that there were no people from Daqian involved.

Nor did he believe the Imperial Family wasn't involved.

Who was he, after all? Jinyiwei Commander.

The lead hound among Daqian's minions.

The eyes in Daqian's darkness. Of all the things happening in the shadows, if not all, he saw at least the majority.

Suddenly, Song Chengyue understood, understood many things.

Why he was about to die.

When he found himself completely uninformed about these matters, he was about to die.

Not because the time had come for Daqian to slaughter a vicious dog to quell disputes.

But because he wasn't involved in the important matters.

This was the true proof that he was close to death.

Regarding this matter, that table monster must have known something, but the monster could only tell him about the questions he asked or the ones pre-arranged to discuss. Some things were not something it could voluntarily tell him, or perhaps were not allowed to tell him.

In the end, out of many years of friendship, it could only tell him that he was close to death.

Song Chengyue looked at No. 7 and understood.

No. 7 was reciprocating by finding him a way out.

Others involving themselves in this matter would be inviting trouble and courting death.

But as the Jinyiwei Commander, if he got involved, it meant a way to survive.

As long as he had a foothold and played a somewhat crucial role, he would be unlikely to die before the dust settled.

Emperor Qian wouldn't allow him to die, and so he wouldn't.

"Next, many things might happen outside, and my Jinlan Mountain might also face situations.

So, I think, the things you want me to do, you might as well do yourself."

Hearing these words, Song Chengyue stood up and bowed.

"Thank you."

"There's no need to be polite. The purpose of the Seventh Floor is for us to help each other. I feel that if someone else took No. 1's place, they might not be as familiar with you, which would be troublesome. Please, don't die. I don't want to take care of kids; it's too much of a hassle."

Song Chengyue laughed heartily, clasped his hands again.

Yu Ziqing chuckled along. The direction had been given, and Old Song, having been a Commander for so many years, would naturally know how to embark on this troublesome, yet life-saving path.

Yu Ziqing left the Seventh Floor, opened his eyes.

He continued walking toward the direction of Jinlan Mountain.

A few two-hours later, he was not far away from Jinlan Mountain.

Today, the weather was nice, cloudless for miles, with no wind or mist. From this distance, the faint silhouette of Jinlan Mountain could already be seen.

Yu Ziqing sighed inwardly.

It seemed those people were truly preparing to slaughter Cui Changping.

Forced by him, did they just accept defeat like that?

It couldn't be, right?

According to Yu Ziqing's understanding, and what Yang had mentioned about those strong men, the Black Robed Man's excessive caution was actually uncommon.

Many strong men, in their youth, were the geniuses of their sect. When grown, they surpassed their peers by several measures. Their cultivation journey was smooth sailing.

Were there any who weren't? Yes, they died young.

Were there any late bloomers? Yes, but very few.

Who, reaching the Ninth Tier, wasn't a genius in their youth?

Yu Ziqing always felt that at least someone would come and probe again. It couldn't be just accepting whatever he said, could it?

Moreover, Cui Changping was just one who emerged.

But as for the other person, Yu Ziqing still didn't know who they were; the one who abducted him back then was just an incarnation. That incarnation was thrown by Yu Ziqing into a pit to amuse the giant.

The news sent back by the Black Robed Man would likely be known by those two.

Being pushed to such a situation, wouldn't they do something?

For instance, first slaughtering Yu Ziqing to make choices for others.

Putting himself in their position, if Yu Ziqing were on that side, with his temperament, he naturally wouldn't sit still waiting for an end.

As he pondered, Yu Ziqing's Yin God suddenly opened its eyes. In the eyes burning with Blood Flame, the silhouette of a figure was being reflected, becoming clearer continuously.

The alarm in his heart suddenly rang loud at this moment.

A thought flashed, and two words surfaced in Yu Ziqing's mind.

Ninth Tier.

Such killing intent, this was an intent to kill.

"Quick, run!"

Yu Ziqing grabbed Cece with one hand, his figure disappearing instantly from the spot.

On the ice plain, only a lingering shadow rapidly approached Jinlan Mountain.

The terrifying pressure suddenly descended, an immense power spreading out. In the cloudless sky, a sudden heavy rain began to fall in torrents.

The area of several hundred miles around was enveloped by this force.

Yu Ziqing only felt the pressure on his body multiply. Fortunately, he didn't practice Qi Refinement. If he did, his entire True Yuan would have likely come to a halt, unable to circulate anymore.

When a Ninth Tier intended to kill, such pressure was immense. The gap was like an unfathomable chasm, utterly impossible to cross.

In the pouring rain, a man dressed in a deep blue robe walked step by step on a grayish Long Bridge. Each step covered a distance of over ten miles, moving swiftly.

Yu Ziqing swallowed a Devil Pill, directly entering a devilic state. He let out a deep shout, his whole body turning as hard as fine iron, transforming into a piercing arrow, shuttling rapidly through the heavy rain.\\

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