Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing remained impassive, his currently somewhat deformed face, no matter how you looked at it, appeared ferocious, but no one could discern anything from it.

He was somewhat shocked inside. The chief director truly was ambitious and audacious to the extreme.

He even thought about infiltrating the Feng family.

The descendants of the Feng family, most of them would marry and have children, but as time passed, their marriages could not always be confined within their own clan.

Women from other families who married into the Feng family, in the time before their marriage, were definitely not in the Feng family.

That gave the chief director the opportunity to plant an incarnation.

Latter on, when a woman marries into the Feng family, becomes pregnant, and has children, everything would seem very normal.

If one could marry into the Feng family, the family would certainly know everything about her background, probably as far back as eighteen generations.

And considering the groom was just an ordinary member of the Feng family, who would be insane enough to jump out and say their child could be an incarnation?

It's not like they could check every newborn with a Compass, right?

The number of children born every day in this world far exceeds the number of all existing powerful individuals by several orders of magnitude.

Furthermore, the number of incarnations was also limited.

Normal and abnormal people alike would not consider this possibility.

Yu Ziqing glanced at the individual before him, who should have been quite elderly, and felt a chill in his heart.

The chief director had placed this person here, which meant he must have started planning the infiltration of the Feng family a very long time ago.

Unfortunately for him, the fact that the Feng family had been able to keep its lineage for so long meant it had exceptional methods.

The people arranged by the chief director had always failed to infiltrate, and the incarnation had never found a suitable candidate or opportunity to plant.

After all, not every descendant of the Feng family was qualified to enter the sequence of competition for power.

This opportunity arose because the groom, although an ordinary member of the Feng family, and average in every respect, was a nephew of Feng Butong.

If his child were excellent enough, the opportunities would naturally be greater, and indeed, he could have the chance to wield power and access the secrets of the Feng family in the future.

It was unclear how many incarnations the chief director currently had, but there were several at the Ninth Tier, and naturally even more below that.

And yet, he was still continually planting more incarnations.

The results of Yang's research indicated that up to twelve incarnations were bearable, but more than twelve would become increasingly difficult.

The theoretical limit was three thousand, but that limit assumed that no price was spared, all means were deployed, and everything theoretically available to him was used, even the original body could be sacrificed.

Essentially, exceeding twelvefold, the required sacrifice would surpass the limit.

If it went beyond tenfold, the original body would inevitably be severely affected.

Yu Ziqing looked at the uneasy Chun Ting with a smile.

"You've done well."

But his smile, in the eyes of the other person, appeared even more gruesome.

Yu Ziqing stepped forward, slowly extending a hand toward the other person.

"You've done well, rewards for merits and punishments for demerits."

His hand rested on the other person's head, yet the latter dared not move.

"Accept the cleansing."

A black flame fell from the top of the person's head and entered his body.

In an instant, he let out a pained grunt, attempting to struggle, but Yu Ziqing's hand firmly held him down.

The black flame burst forth from all his orifices.

A person who was so old that he had fallen in realm and needed to use an Evil Skill to extend his life, how could he have the strength to physically oppose him?

"You're so afraid of death, so fearful of your life coming to an end, that your retribution will be to die of old age while still alive."

To him, the world seemed to enter slow motion, time stretching unbearably long.

He could vividly sense his vitality slowly burning in the fire, his lifespan ebbing away bit by bit.

What felt like merely a few breaths to others, seemed to him as if he were kneeling there, silently awaiting death, as his lifespan drained away.

A person who feared death the most, not wishing to die old, especially not wishing to die at the hands of the chief director.

At this moment, in his eyes, it was the chief director personally acting, making him kneel there, dying of old age while still alive.

After three breaths, all the Black Fire dissipated, leaving the man's clothes untouched.

Yet the body that collapsed on the ground was covered with age spots, with cloudy eyes, twisted mouth, and crooked eyes, resembling a seriously ill patient writhing in pain but without relief, suffering even in death.

There was not a single external injury on him; he simply died when his time ran out.

This was his retribution.

Yu Ziqing took out a filth bucket, filled the entire courtyard with filth, cleaned it once, and then collected all the filth back.

Cleansing this place of every trace, he took precautions against anyone tracking him down.

Yu Ziqing took away the bodies of the two Human Traffickers, leaving only the old man who had died of old age.

Whoever looked at him, he did not die from a conflict, but from natural causes.

He had left the city, and not far away, Lou Huai stood waiting in the small woods with the unconscious young girl.

Yu Ziqing looked at the unconscious girl and sighed.

For ordinary people, this world has always been so dangerous.

Even without the interference of those powerful individuals above, even if she were not the daughter of Song Chengyue, she still faced such peril.

But there are far too many ordinary people, so many that the vast majority might never encounter such danger in their lifetimes.

Song had known this early on and initially used a widespread approach, relying on vast numbers and wide dispersal, with all of them from ordinary families, indeed increasing their chances of survival far more than that of Cultivators.