Master of Strange Dao

Having emerged from the Seventh Floor ring, Song Chengyue took out some documents, glanced through them, and then selected one to take with him to the Prison.

Upon entering the Jinyi Wei's Prison, the interior was terrifyingly sinister, filled with Evil Qi, resentment, Death Qi, and yin qi spreading throughout. The Formations continuously tried to dissolve these but could never fully manage it.

As he walked along, the sounds of screaming, wailing, and cursing were incessant.

Song Chengyue, with a smile on his face, watched the myriad human conditions within the prison and calmly endured it all.

Having become the greatest Minion of Daqian, he was inherently there to be berated.

Many people, clearly captured by the order of Emperor Qian, yet they all cursed at Song Chengyue.

And Song Chengyue indulged them, slowly greeting them, then watching as they cursed him even more fiercely.

Even if a few lucky ones were eventually released, they would not speak against Emperor Qian but would rather go to him to complain and blame Song Chengyue.

See, his responsibility was indeed fulfilled.

Emperor Qian stayed ever lofty and high, as a judge, while the dirty and exhausting tasks and the scolding were all undertaken by his subjects.

They reached a place crowded with torture instruments, where an execution of a criminal was happening. Song Chengyue waved his hand to signal the prison guards to continue.

He sat there with a smile, watching.

However, upon his arrival, he saw a stout man immediately staring intently at Song Chengyue.

"Song Chengyue, if you have the guts, kill me and see if I'll even frown.

Dog of a minion, you'll meet a bad end, sooner or later you'll follow in my footsteps!

Ha... Tsk."

Song Chengyue tilted his head, dodging the gob of spit and shook his head with a smile.

"Clearly uneducated, I'm tired of hearing these curses.

Last time, that scholar in the Chongwen Garden, truly erudite and learned, said many things I didn't even understand.

Listening to him curse me for a full two-hour period and he never repeated a single word.

He even cited the classics, which really broadened my horizons."

The stout man trembled with rage, his face swelling with anger.

Again and again, just a bunch of vulgar curses, screaming and cursing at the same time.

After listening for a while, hearing the man curse him as a Qian Nan Barbarian, deserving of his parents' deaths, having no children, Song Chengyue slowly stood up.

He casually grabbed a dagger from a table nearby.

Upon unsheathing it, the blade shimmered with a wave-like halo, almost seeming illusionary.

With one slash, he saw the stout man roll his eyes, started convulsing continuously, his Divine Soul was severed, and the immense pain from his Divine Soul immediately made him unable to curse anymore.

Song Chengyue personally took action, adjusting the angle and slashed a few times. In just half an incense burning's time, the man's Divine Soul had recovered.

He nodded in satisfaction, casually put away the Soul Destruction Blade.

"You see, you need a steady hand, so as not to damage their Divine Soul but only bring pain.

Many Hard Bones, once inside our Prison, all end up crying and wetting themselves.

Wasn't every one of them tough when they first arrived?

Let him continue cursing, continue screaming, otherwise it's eerily quiet here.

Don't kill this guy. After all, he's to be beheaded later.

Today, someone in the court submitted a report because of this matter; you all need to be careful.

Otherwise, His Majesty might reprimand me for poor management again."

Song Chengyue spoke casually, and the prison guards interrogating the criminals nodded repeatedly, assuring not to cause trouble for their boss.

In reality, these scoundrels would surely continue to do as they always had.

In the Jinyi Wei's government office, aside from Song Chengyue, no one else could bear such a responsibility or withstand such pressure.

After wielding a power-filled Soul Destruction Blade, Song Chengyue left the Prison.

A prison guard noticed but didn't make much of it, and the Soul Destruction Blade was taken out of the Prison without anyone registering it.

At the end of the day, when tallying up the Magical Treasures, they simply skipped over it with a big stroke of the pen.

Ten days later, as Wu Shuangge routinely went to Almsgiving Town to collect filth,

someone came to deliver a filth bucket and secretly slipped Wu Shuangge a sealed jade box.

When Yu Ziqing got the jade box and looked at the Soul Destruction Blade inside, he stroked his chin, pondering.

This blade is still quite big, I wonder if I could ask Old Song if I could get a custom-made one the size of a scalpel.

I'll ask next time. If the Soul Destruction Blade is internally forged by the Jinyi Wei then, let's customize.

If it was made by the Ministry of Industry, then forget about it.

After all, I never planned to use this blade myself.

Whether I use it or not, it's good to have it on hand.

A few days later, Yu Ziqing left alone on a journey.

He made his way to the southwestern part of Dali, lingering around the area for several days.

Eventually, when he found himself around a lone mountain again, a gazebo suddenly appeared within the mountain woods, with the Black Robed Man Zhong Shouzheng sitting inside drinking tea.

Yu Ziqing grinned and flew over.

"Senior, you finally showed up, I thought you had gone somewhere else to practice in seclusion."

Zhong Shouzheng's face darkened, he didn't really want to see Yu Ziqing.

But Yu Ziqing, like a drifter, lingered around this area back and forth.

He had no idea how Yu Ziqing knew he was practicing in seclusion here.

He knew Yu Ziqing had come looking for him.

"What do you want?"

"There's something I want to ask for your help with, senior."

"Can you afford it?"

"It's just passing a message. I can't afford it, but someone else can afford it. Besides, there's nothing I can offer that you'd be interested in."

"I am interested in sweet rain."

"You should ask them directly for that, senior."

Upon thinking it over, Zhong Shouzheng felt that it indeed made sense.

The people from Jinlan Mountain, sweet rain was probably all they could offer.