Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing was somewhat astonished. What did the chief director mean?

What was the use of spreading such news?

After losing four Ninth Tier incarnations, he merely spread some news?

Yu Ziqing pondered slightly.

The Tong Family Master and the others had already prepared for their potential demise when they set out; all posthumous arrangements had been made in advance.

If they had perished, certainly preparations for subsequent responses were also in place.

But no amount of preparation could compensate for the collapse of their main pillar.

Thus, could the chief director really hold back from doing anything else and merely spread some news as a test?

What else could be tested?

It is just to see whether a few guys are dead or not.

If they are not dead, could they sever the connection between the incarnation and the original without showing up?

If they can still show up, it would mean the cost was not significant.

If they do not show up, it would force them to emerge.

This world's scarce resources are always in shorter supply than demand; a prominent family with a Ninth Tier at its helm consumes resources that those even slightly inferior might not get their hands on or might not be satiated by.

Should it fall, the forces barely inferior to it would naturally take the opportunity to divide up the spoils.

As long as the Tong Family encountered significant troubles, possibly even resulting in deaths, Tong Weishun would inevitably be forced to appear.

Appearing would expose many issues.

And once someone starts to reach their hands out and meddle with the Tong Family, with Tong Weishun's current state, showing up would probably only embolden them further.

There might even be thoughts of killing two birds with one stone: taking advantage of the Tong Family's misfortune to kill Tong Weishun immediately, for if Tong Weishun recovers, he would surely return the favor.

So, this is about destroying what I cannot have?

Prepare against rebellious incarnations, then turn the barrel to face him?

If merely spreading some news could achieve such a result, it actually would be more beneficial and less costly, without even needing to make a personal appearance.

"Senior, these days, have any Ninth Tier Strong shown any unusual behaviors?"

"No, these past days everything has been as usual, no significant moves from any major powers, nor were there any Ninth Tier Strong spotted nearby."

Yu Ziqing was slightly puzzled. Could that guy really keep his composure?

He definitely knew that whatever method he used, severing the connection would inevitably entail a huge cost, risking life itself.

At such a time, if the four incarnations were not dead, any random Ninth Tier could capture all four rebellious incarnations in one fell swoop.

Yet he could still endure not taking action.

Doesn't he know that once these four incarnations sever their ties, they would thereafter be destined to become his greatest enemies?

Their relationship at this moment is akin to mortal enmities, insurmountable grievances—as if their father had been killed by the other, which could never be resolved.

Unless one side is completely annihilated.

But this guy, rather than seizing the opportunity now, had only spread some news to use others to do his killing.

He didn't want to expose another Ninth Tier incarnation to more reliably slaughter the renegade incarnations.

Could he also be worried that sending another incarnation would just be sending another meal?

With his arrangements, hiring a Ninth Tier who isn't an incarnation should also be feasible.

For example, people like Zhong Shouzheng, who work for money, are definitely available.

Yu Ziqing felt a bit of regret; he really wanted to test if the chief director would be in a rage and send another Ninth Tier incarnation as an easy target.

Persuading a Ninth Tier incarnation, with a successful case already made, wouldn't be too difficult.

Now, it has become somewhat troublesome.

Look, this is why Yu Ziqing has always prioritized securing his stronghold first.

If he informed Tong Weishun and the others about this, even though they would know it's a trap, they would probably not be able to resist jumping into it.

Just as if something were to happen at Jinlan Mountain, Yu Ziqing would know it's a trap, but he couldn't just hide away and ignore it.

After pondering for a long time, Yu Ziqing wrote a letter, thought for a moment, and activated the Posthouse Official's imprint.

Half a day later, in a wilderness, a nearly invisible afterimage swiftly traversed and arrived at the location sensed by the imprint.

The small Posthouse still carried the little colt on his back, appearing before Yu Ziqing.

The little colt, moving swiftly, saw Yu Ziqing and immediately jumped off the Posthouse Official, rushing onto Yu Ziqing's shoulder to show affection, scamming for food and drink.

Yu Ziqing didn't mind and was cheerfully tricked out of a drop of sweet rain.

Yu Ziqing handed a letter to the Posthouse Official.

"Would you please deliver this letter to the Crown Prince."

"Oh, it's been a long time since you asked me to deliver a letter. I still owe you two times."

"It's okay, we'll talk about it next time." Yu Ziqing still insisted on paying.

The Posthouse Official was embarrassed, wanting to refuse, but the greedy little colt physically blocked him, not letting him return it.

The Posthouse Official reached out to hold the little colt, insisting on giving the payment back.

But the little colt twisted its body and already had him hoisted up, whooshing, he vanished from the spot.

Running through the wilderness, the Posthouse Official, shocked, looked at the little colt grinning ear to ear as it galloped furiously.

"Didn't you say, you couldn't carry me?"

Upon hearing this, the little colt immediately panted heavily and slowed down, flopping down with a thud on the ground, acting as if it were about to die of exhaustion.

Remembering these days when he went out carrying the little colt, the Posthouse Official, furious and with a stern face, forcefully dragged the little colt up.

"Why are you getting naughtier the more you learn? Is it from those Red Flame Dragon Horses?"

The little colt, with its tongue out and mouth crooked, lay on the ground, panting heavily.

"You still say it's not, look at yourself, just like those lazy dragon horses. If you don't learn well, I won't bring you out anymore."