Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing smiled and agreed.

By now, Yu Ziqing had some understanding of Emperor Qian.

Yang had once said that Emperor Qian had incredibly high aspirations and was the most cunning of all the Emperors Qian.

Even when it was discovered that Cui Changping was an incarnation, Yang had never suspected Emperor Qian.

He said that even if Emperor Qian wanted to advance to the Tenth Tier, he would undoubtedly take the most glorious path and would never resort to such methods.

For ordinary Cultivators, this method might not differ much from the usual Incarnation Technique, but for Emperor Qian, it was taking a shortcut.

A Tenth Tier advancement achieved through shortcuts necessarily couldn't be the strongest.

When Emperor Qian advanced to the Ninth Tier, he didn't rely on the power of an incarnation to achieve the strongest and most perfect state possible.

Most of the time, if such a major threshold was too easily crossed, the result was weakness; the higher and more difficult the threshold, the stronger one became once they crossed it.

Emperor Qian probably didn't care about the chief director's creation of an incarnation.

What he probably cared about was that the chief director had done many things behind his back.

And he always believed that these eunuchs were absolutely loyal to him, and that personal desires always came after loyalty.

Since the chief director had messed up in the end, Emperor Qian certainly couldn't tolerate it.

After chatting with Old Song as a routine, Yu Ziqing calculated the time.

Though the efficiency of examining the Langya Incarnations was not high, the changes they induced began to spread as one after another was ferreted out.

The major sects and influential families certainly couldn't sit still any longer.

Eventually, it might be necessary to put all Ninth Tier Strong to the test.

Once the Ninth Tier was tested, the rest most certainly couldn't escape.

Sifting through them, even if they couldn't directly find the chief director, would certainly reveal some traces.

Yu Ziqing just needed to wait patiently.

In the blink of an eye, another three months passed.

Yu Ziqing, with the initial version of the Green Lotus Sword Manual in hand, went to the southern part of the locust forest on Jinlan Mountain.

He wanted to ask Han Dong to help with the revision.

Yang, the big-mouthed, had only glanced at it a few times before saying, "I'm not a Sword Cultivator, what can I understand from it?"

Yu Ziqing had no choice but to ask Han Dong for help.

"Brother Dong, are you doing well living here?"

"Very well, no, everything is great."

"I have a Sword Manual here that I'd like you to revise, do you have the time?"

"I always have the time."

Yu Ziqing handed the initial version of the Green Lotus Sword Manual to Han Dong. Upon taking the manual, Han Dong's expression immediately became serious, and he placed the manual back down.

He went to bathe and change, sharpen his sword and concentrate his mind, fussing about for two full hours before finally sitting down again, solemnly kneel-sitting in front of the low table, holding his breath and concentrating as he opened the manual.

He remained seated like that for three days.

After three days, as dawn broke, he let out a long breath.

The breath was like a long sword, sprinting for miles before turning into a white lotus that slowly blossomed.

He pondered over his words for a long while.

"The overall structure is like a lively and exhilarating epic poem.

The True Intent is very strong, and just comprehending it gives me the feeling that this is what Sword Cultivators should be like.

It's amazing; I couldn't create a Sword Manual like this.

But there's a lot where the True Intent is very poor, incoherent, and puzzling."

Yu Ziqing wasn't surprised at all; in fact, he didn't have a clue about the Green Lotus Sword Manual. He had only recorded its True Intent when he had the power of a Ninth Tier Sword Cultivator.

His understanding was purely instinctual; that he could grasp even a little was only because he was in an exceptional state at the time.

"So, I would like to ask Brother Dong to revise it."

"I can't revise the overall framework and main principles of its Cultivation path; my ability is limited, but I can try with the rest." Han Dong's brow was slightly furrowed, and he was becoming impatient to change or eliminate the messy parts.

"I'm grateful, Brother Dong."

While the two were talking, Han Dong's expression suddenly changed, and his figure disappeared from the spot in an instant.

Yu Ziqing walked out of the courtyard and saw Han Dong standing in front of a grave, his brow furrowed in worry.

The faint power inside the grave fluctuated weakly and indistinctly, the only distinct sound being a child's rhyme that ebbed and flowed with it.

The grave opened silently, and the Ba, sealed within the ice coffin, floated up along with the coffin itself, enveloped by a faint blue light that seemed poised to carry it away.

Han Dong extended a hand and flicked his fingers, sending out strands of white Sword Qi that transformed into white swords and fell around the ice coffin, forming a Sword Array that suppressed the coffin.

However, the power emerging from the coffin grew stronger, and the vague, almost imperceptible child's voice began to clarify.

"Jade Tower beauty, Beautiful Ghost, turns to a wisp of light smoke and falls, father doesn't hear, mother doesn't ask, softly burning brings father and mother's tears..."

As the power above the ice coffin grew, Han Dong became more anxious.

"What's happening to you? What is this?"

Regrettably, this time he couldn't hear the voice of the Ba anymore; within the coffin, the Ba had fallen into a deep slumber.

Watching as the power became overwhelming, Han Dong formed Sword Seals with his hands and then transformed them into a Lotus Seal.

Suddenly, the Green Lotus Sword Manual began to glow faintly, and a stream of True Intent flew out, landing in Han Dong's palm.

In an instant, numerous strands of green Sword Qi appeared, forming into a blossomed green lotus that supported the ice coffin. The lotus petals slowly closed, enveloping the coffin within.

The distinct child's voice grew weaker, eventually disappearing completely.

Han Dong stood there silently, waiting for half a day, until he vaguely sensed something and then dispersed the Sword Seal.

The green lotus slowly blossomed, and the Ba inside the coffin revived.