Master of Strange Dao

He had originally planned to have the village chief handle it personally.

However, since there was a guy here who also practiced Refining God and was in the Yang God Realm, Yu Ziqing decided not to let the village chief intervene.

Even though, at present, he hadn't mastered many of the Jinlan Secret Methods, his fundamental skills were very solid.

Yu Ziqing picked up a withered leaf, casually tossed it out, and with needle and thread in hand, it transformed into a fleeting shadow.

In just three breaths, as the withered leaf continued to fall, one could see that a line of words had been embroidered on it.

"If you want to do this, someone untutored in Qi cultivation is actually the most suitable, are you all satisfied now?"

Zhong Shouzheng stretched out his hand, making the withered leaf fall into his palm, but as he grasped it, the leaf instantly crumbled.

At this point, even someone at the Primordial Spirit Realm had nothing to say.

He extended his hand, pinched a seal, and saw the Old Eunuch's brow furrow slightly, revealing a trace of pain. The Old Eunuch's Yang God was being controlled and slowly pulled out of his body.

Yu Ziqing had no choice but to call on Zhong Shouzheng, as he didn't have anything like a Divine Soul anesthetic.

For the operation to proceed smoothly and to prevent the Divine Soul from instinctively struggling, a strong figure at the Primordial Spirit Realm was needed to oversee it.

Otherwise, at a critical moment, even a slight instinctual struggle or minor movement could cause Yu Ziqing's knife to slip just a little, possibly resulting in lethal harm.

And Yu Ziqing only knew one person at the Primordial Spirit Realm: Zhong Shouzheng.

Given their recent pleasant exchanges, Yu Ziqing gritted his teeth and invited Zhong Shouzheng to help.

After all, once this matter was concluded and he had a successful case, he would certainly reveal it.

Once he cut off their desperation, rendering them helpless, causing chaos and making the chief director a target, it would be worth the trouble Yu Ziqing went through.

It could also serve as a warning to any undiscovered incarnations.

"You're not an incarnation; you've merely been affected by Evil Skill, and this skill is curable."

This backstab had to draw his blood dry, no matter what.

Thus, this first successful case became extremely important.

Yu Ziqing looked at the Old Eunuch's Yang God; unlike the Yin God's eerie feeling, it had a warm sensation, shining brightly.

Getting down to business, Zhong Shouzheng's expression turned serious as he controlled the Old Eunuch's Yang God with one hand, pinching a seal with the other while reciting a spell.

The Old Eunuch's Yang God was tightly controlled and then gradually fell into a drowsy state, slowly closing its eyes.

Yu Ziqing drew the Soul Destruction Blade, took a deep breath, his heartbeat slowing as he approached the slumbering Yang God, wielding the blade, and struck decisively.

The force was just right, the angle perfect, slicing open the divine brilliance clinging to the Yang God's surface.

Then he made cut after cut, each layer extremely thin.

Even human skin has multiple layers, and here, it required even more precision.

As the Yang God was dissected layer by layer, the spell Zhong Shouzheng chanted grew increasingly urgent.

The Old Eunuch's Yang God, though numbed in a dreamlike state, still reacted instinctively from the pain inflicted by the Soul Destruction Blade.

A full hour passed before Yu Ziqing dissected the Yang God piece by piece, reaching the core where a rune shone faintly.

Yu Ziqing held a palm-sized small jar, and a drop of highly concentrated filth and toxin dripped onto the rune.

The rune began to collapse instantly, and with keen attention, Yu Ziqing absorbed all the filth and toxin back into the small jar at the moment just before the rune was entirely corroded and shattered, drawing the broken rune fragments into the jar as well.

Too early, and the cleanup wouldn't be thorough; too late, and the dreadful filth and toxin would surely impact the Yang God.

And if this substance touched the Yang God, it would cause significant harm.

Seeing the rune disintegrate, Yu Ziqing pulled out a Compass to check.

Noticing the illumination on the Compass while the pointer remained stationary, Yu Ziqing stored it away.

He immediately took out a carefully prepared Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, extracting its juice to precisely heal the incisions on the dissected Yang God.

Zhong Shouzheng, observing with wide eyes, was fervently learning from this.

Such a steady hand, he couldn't manage, nor could he comprehend why one would peel layers off the Yang God like unravelling silk, but he learned how to utilize Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures for maximum recovery.

Previously, he truly dared not do so; whether Primordial Spirit or Divine Soul, both were extremely fragile, where any damage was quite troublesome.

He could only resort to the safest means to restore the Primordial Spirit, but the effectiveness was far from what Yu Ziqing achieved.

Yu Ziqing's method was highly effective, yet also high-risk.

Zhong Shouzheng believed the Divine Soul was an entire entity, but Yu Ziqing knew better.

A giant once told him that one had to peel layer by layer to find a complete rune.

If only for destruction, one wouldn't have to be so troublesome, but to save someone, it had to be done this way.

The Divine Soul, much like a physical body, was exceedingly complex and by no means a holistic entity.

Even if dissecting a Yang God wasn't particularly distinct in sensation, Yu Ziqing preferred to trust the giant rather than Zhong Shouzheng.

After all, this was not about killing, so extra caution was never too much.

Watching as the Old Eunuch's Yang God seemed to have recovered externally, although upon re-entering the body, he did not awaken for quite some time, everyone held their breath, watching in anticipation.

After half an incense burning, the Old Eunuch slowly opened his eyes, his complexion pale as paper, his gaze slightly muddled and weak, and his control over his powers plummeting.

Yet, he managed to smile and said,

"It really doesn't feel very good, but it seems I won't die."

With those words, the other three people collectively breathed a sigh of relief.

"Who's next?" Yu Ziqing, gripping the Soul Destruction Blade, interrupted their conversation,

"Time is tight; we need to speed up."

"Let Sect Master Peng go first." Tong Weishun gestured, ushering others to proceed.

Among them, he deemed his will the weakest, his Divine Soul the frailest, while Sect Master Peng of the Devil Extermination Sect, having battled devils since young, had a will as solid as rock, striding between life and death countless times.

Among the remaining trio, Sect Master Peng was the most suitable.

Over half an hour later, Peng Song was lying on the ground, eyes closed, with barely perceptible breathing, but he ultimately survived.

Yu Ziqing adjusted his breath for a moment, and upon seeing Peng Song open his eyes, he immediately moved on to the next person.

Now he almost understood his limits.

Performing such a major operation on Ninth Tier Strong was his limit; any slight error, and people would die.

The village chief's hand was steadier indeed, and his control over power better. Unfortunately, the village chief hadn't practiced Refining God, so in actual implementation, it might not compare to Yu Ziqing, assisted by the Yin God.

Next time, if a weaker person needed such a big operation, cooperation with the village chief would be necessary.

Three two-hour periods later, Yu Ziqing sheathed the nearly exhausted Soul Destruction Blade and sat down, completely relaxing.

All four Ninth Tier Strong appeared half-dead, severely wounded.

Though they all survived, the next phase was crucial.

Now, any Ninth Tier who came could slaughter all four of them.

"Senior, you've watched the play; now, offering a Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure, borrowing your secluded place for recovery, wouldn't be a problem, right?"

"Heh, expecting me to wait for you," Zhong Shouzheng chuckled. He knew this matter wasn't simple.

"Senior, you've been observing for a long time, so it wasn't in vain, was it? Besides, would these people steal your Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure?"

Zhong Shouzheng glanced at the four heavily injured men. As his thoughts turned, he realized it was true.

It certainly wouldn't come up short, and these four would all owe him later.

Having helped this far, there was no point in stopping midway.

"I'm doing this for your sake."

With those words, Zhong Shouzheng waved, taking everyone away together.

Elsewhere, the chief director sat in a secret chamber, staring at the paintings on the wall, realizing the central four had lost contact.

He knew a significant event had occurred.