Master of Strange Dao

He was clearly a Second Tier Sword Cultivator, yet on ordinary days, he only revealed the strength of a Fifth Tier Body Cultivator.

No wonder this guy, wandering about alone all day, rarely had anyone following him around Jinlan Mountain.

Yu Ziqing controlled his strength, tried a few times, then gave up.

Such power, coming from nowhere, however much he wielded it like an extension of his arm, instinctive in battle, its fine control would definitely not compare to the village chief who had gained his through arduous self-cultivation.

Watching the direction the white-haired man had gone, Yu Ziqing smiled, unbothered.

By the time he pursued him to the vicinity of a cave, Yu Ziqing turned into a streak of azure light, entering before the other, standing at the edge of the hole.

"You think you can hide inside the seal?"

Yu Ziqing took out the County Magistrate Seal of Gengzi City.

"You want this?"

Yu Ziqing casually tossed it into the darkness of the cave.

The white-haired man's eyes almost split open in anger, but he could only watch helplessly as the Seal fell into the darkness, vanishing without a trace.

"You want it, then go get it."

His hands trembling, as he watched Yu Ziqing's happy smile, a thought flashed through his mind.

How could he dare, how could he dare.

This guy is a madman.

"If you won't go get it, then die. Being a dispatched sacrifice, you should be prepared for such an end."

Yu Ziqing swung his sword, a streak of azure Sword Qi flew out from deep within the cave, piercing through and shooting towards the skies.

In midair, the white-haired man, his clothes in tatters, with his Qi Sea at his chest completely penetrated by the Sword Qi, fell from the sky like a torn rag.

Yu Ziqing flew out, looking down at the white-haired man who had collapsed on the mountain ridge.

He still had a breath in him, Yu Ziqing squinting and smiling pleasantly.

Still having a breath, that was really good.

Could this pendant possibly have the ability to self-sustain and infinitely replicate?

Yu Ziqing walked up to the white-haired man, taking out the County Magistrate Seal of Gengchen City.

As long as the inscription underneath the Seal wasn't seen, the County Magistrate Seals of Gengzi City and Gengchen City were exactly the same in appearance and even their energy signatures were from the same source, indistinguishable.

"Actually, I was just playing with your mind just now, that one was a counterfeit I made for fun, this one is the real thing. It was hard to come by, I wouldn't have the heart to throw it away."

Yu Ziqing even really did produce a counterfeit.

The material was obtained from inside the Dadui Seal, a genuine material indeed, plus the inscribed characters. Apart from not being officially recognized by Dadui authorities, it was virtually identical to the real thing.

The white-haired man, hearing these words, stared dead at the Seal in Yu Ziqing's hand, his breath failing to come, his Vitality Fire extinguished on the spot.

Yu Ziqing was shocked, hastily put away the Seal, took out a healing Pill, and stuffed it into the other's mouth in an attempt to save him,

But there was no response.

This guy really died.

Yu Ziqing was both shocked and angry, they were both Ninth Tier, how could there be such a huge difference between people?

Cui Changping, when attacked up close by the village chief, had his whole skeleton shattered, internal organs turned to mush, and yet he didn't die.

How could this guy's capacity to endure be so small, how could he be angered to death?

My pendant...

Yu Ziqing thoroughly checked it over, sighing.

The destructive power of a Sword Cultivator was still too strong; after this guy's Qi Sea was shredded, his body was full of Sword Qi, utterly unable to resist, his vitality forcibly snuffed out.

Yu Ziqing found he couldn't hold back even if he wanted to.

A casual streak of Sword Qi turned the man's corpse to ash.

Yu Ziqing approached the edge of the pit, shouting inside.

"Big brother, hold onto this item for me. Someone wants to kill me, and I have to go kill some people."

The Seal he threw down was naturally the real one.

He made a trip specially, intending to do as he said, throwing it down as promised.

But Yu Ziqing also wanted them to believe it was a fake.

That's a different matter.

Having paid a Ninth Tier as a price, I wonder if they're satisfied.

Just now, with the white-haired man's clothing torn, Yu Ziqing accidentally saw that the man was missing a part.

A eunuch.

He also instantly understood why the figure coming out of that painting said he was a vile creature, who had only fulfilled an agreement and then immediately destroyed himself.

It was just the remnant will of the person who had painted, left in the painting.

And it was even so disgusted by a eunuch; evidently, the actual painter must have had an even greater abhorrence for eunuchs.

Discovering this was akin to laying the cards on the table.

Other than the Three Divine Dynasties, where would the conditions and resources be available for a eunuch to cultivate up to the Ninth Tier?

That guy was indeed a disposable piece, but Yu Ziqing guessed that he was abandoned only later.

Not the kind sent as a sacrifice to die.

In theory, Yu Ziqing should have had no way to know this.

For peers of the same tier, no one would have the ability to remove a Ninth Tier eunuch's trousers for a glimpse.

Just thinking about it made Yu Ziqing feel strange, yet not so strange at the same time.

But, eunuchs... he had never heard of any eunuch from the Three Divine Dynasties active outside.

There were Ninth Tier eunuchs in Dali, Daqian had them too, but Dazhen did not.

But they were all perennially within the palace city, protecting the Imperial City, that kind was unheard of.

Yu Ziqing didn't dwell on it any further. He sat there, while the power had yet to fade, to carefully grasp as much as he could, recording whatever was possible.

From the very beginning, what he coveted was the power of a Sword Cultivator; indeed, the ability to kill was formidable.

An hour later, all the strength dissipated with the wind and the three-foot green peak reverted back to a rusted Short Sword.