Master of Strange Dao

Seeing the battle end, Yu Ziqing quickly lay back down, lying next to Cece and Wu Shuangge.

He looked down at the wound on his chest. The life force contained in the dragon liver was incredibly strong; his missing flesh and bones seemed to have already recovered on the surface.

However, the newly regenerated flesh would take some time to regain its normal strength.

Yu Ziqing quietly moved the life force, found an orifice, and temporarily stored it there.

Even though such a thing was like a rootless water, as long as it was within the body, it would eventually slowly take effect, which was better than letting him immediately become lively and energetic.

He was severely injured, with both serious internal and external wounds; it was not easy to recover.

Not to mention the village chief, even if the Heavenly King himself came today, he would still have to suffer from these severe injuries, as this was just a sudden incident.

"I, Yu Ziqing, have never fished, but I was almost killed by a Ninth Tier Strong who suddenly appeared."

Yang looked at Yu Ziqing's sorry state, glanced with one eye toward the edge of the locust forest, and immediately rushed to Yu Ziqing's side.

"Don't worry, your life is saved, with me here you definitely won't die, it's just that your foundation might be damaged, the internal injuries are severe, and you need some time to recuperate."

Yang pretended to let out a long breath, glancing at Cece and Wu Shuangge in the process.

These two appeared to be in worse condition than Yu Ziqing, one even had their domain damaged.

But for the hungry ghost, these were minor issues, a little recovery later would return them to normal, it just looked rather tragic.

The village chief dragged the unconscious, barely breathing Cui Changping to the edge of the locust forest and casually tossed him to the ground.

He quickly came to Yu Ziqing's side, seeing the large hole in Yu Ziqing's chest, although it had recovered, his aura was low, his complexion pale as paper, and his eyes somewhat unfocused as if his consciousness couldn't be gathered, though the situation had stabilized.

At this stage, for an individual cultivator, as long as he wasn't crippled, he wouldn't die.

The village chief let out a long breath.

"Alive is good... being alive is good..."

When the village chief's breath eased, Yu Ziqing noticed the cracks covering his body. Even after the battle ended, they hadn't disappeared, like countless fissures appearing among his flesh, yet no blood oozed out, it was all forcibly controlled by the village chief.

Even with the powerful recovery of body cultivation, combined with the immense healing capabilities brought on by the Devilic transformation, it couldn't restore him.

Yang immediately took out a small piece of dragon liver and handed it to the village chief.

"Hurry and eat it; your burst of power was too strong, already beyond your control limits.

In a short time, you used Ten Directions Divine Skills too frequently—when you exited the Devilic state, your body would collapse.

Rest assured, with me here, no one will die, but you better not die either."

The village chief swallowed a small piece of dragon liver, with the vast life force circulating throughout his body. The visible cracks on the surface didn't heal, but those unseen within his body were swiftly mending.

After the time of one incense stick passed, the cracks on his surface slowly disappeared.

Yu Ziqing was carried by several hungry ghosts through the locust forest, but the village chief insisted on walking by himself.

Yu Ziqing let out a sigh of relief. While the battle appeared stalemated on the surface for a moment, it ended quickly after the village chief got close to Cui Changping.

But the village chief indeed gave his all, bursting into Devilic form, and then using Ten Directions Divine Skills—if it were a regular individual cultivator, their body would have collapsed long ago.

Only by continuously progressing in control over his power could the village chief manage to hold it.

Those Ten Directions Divine Skills, however strong, caused not a few individual cultivators to explode to death on the day they awakened the skill.

Someone like the village chief, able to maintain control at sixty times the Qi-Blood burst when Ten Directions Divine Skills exploded, was a rarity throughout history.

Not to mention, he didn't use Ten Directions Divine Skills as a special move but treated it like regular attacks.

Combined with the Devilic state, his power continued to double, finally exceeding control limits.

This made Yu Ziqing sigh in relief. At least this wasn't in vain, and no longer had to hurriedly find a stronger opponent for the village chief.

It was utterly bizarre, leaving outsiders unsure of what to think if they witnessed it.

North of Jinlan Mountain, You Zhen stood outside the courtyard, scratching his head.

"He really took him down, even if he entered the Devilic state in the end, this is just too..."

You Zhen thought of his sparring with the village chief in practice, suddenly realizing it wasn't so outrageous.

Although usual sparring was just practice and didn't count as a life and death confrontation,

the village chief once said that if he exhausted all his strength, he feared losing control and dared not go all out.

You Zhen hadn't thought what losing control meant, now he understood.

It meant not being able to perfectly master the power, fearing he'd go too far.

When he had only two remaining limbs, if the village chief couldn't control his strength, he might indeed have been killed.

Now with four limbs restored, his strength had already returned to the Ninth Tier. Calculating it out, in the village chief's recent state, he should not have been a match yet.

But surely, he could have hurt him.

For body cultivation, the realm difference signifies the physical difference, which is the fundamental gap.

The village chief's Qi-Blood burst was powerful, but it couldn't bridge this gap.

The battle's end should have seen the village chief's body collapsing.