Master of Strange Dao

In the blink of an eye, the little kid who used to be cradled in arms is now half-grown.

Seeing Yu Ziqing, the little kid obediently came over and stretched out their arms.

Yu Ziqing held the little kid, still a bit dazed, as if waking up from a deep sleep, not knowing if it was morning or afternoon.

Everything indicated that indeed, ten years had passed.

During these ten years, everything was stable, and the world was peaceful.

This was a rare period of tranquility not seen in a long time, as all Three Divine Dynasties sought stability and calm.

Even the East Sea was very peaceful, with no trouble from the Sea Clan along the coastline.

Occasionally, there were low-level little demons, kindly providing some life improvements for the fishermen along the coast.

Jinlan Mountain, over these years, also remained closed off, diligently training at home through simulations.

The people in the village fluently spoke the Dadui dialect.

Some even brought some Dadui customs, like today, July 14, even if Yu Ziqing hadn't awoken, they still had to hold a feast.

A few years back, such a time was clearly not enough for the whole village to hold a feast.

Yu Ziqing just asked a little and, well, these folks hadn't introduced much else, but they sure learned a lot of cursing, and a lot of holidays.

Throughout the year, Jinlan Mountain had over thirty additional village feasts.

Plus, with ancestor worship and such, there were even more added.

As for whom the people of Jinlan Mountain were venerating, Yu Ziqing didn't understand.

He went to take a look and almost had his eyes blinded.

In the core spot of the shrine, were tablets for Primordial Lord, Wen Jun, and Mountain Lord.

Yu Ziqing opened his mouth, closed it, and then opened it again wanting to say something, but couldn't find any faults.

The villagers of Jinlan Mountain were all outsiders, and most who came here had no family lineage or descendants.

But the unity among them was even stronger than blood ties.

Thinking about it carefully, the villagers' perspective was big; venerating the former lords and predecessors of the human race.

It indeed helped the core cultural cohesion of Jinlan Mountain, setting the right values for future generations.

This cohesion was fundamentally stronger than those of clans.

Yu Ziqing was very satisfied.

Then stepping out, he casually asked a question, and Yu Ziqing's face turned dark.

Er Han said, some villagers mentioned that when going through simulations, people always have ancestor worship; the shrine's status is equivalent to the ancestral grave.

Every year during ancestor worship days, it's bustling, so Jinlan Mountain needed it too.

But they really didn't know who to worship, as many don't even know who their ancestors were.

They could only trace back continuously and found a common ancestor.

Anyway, worshiping Primordial Lord, Wen Jun, and Mountain Lord surely couldn't be wrong.

Yu Ziqing couldn't resist giving Er Han a punching, telling him not to talk nonsense.

Being clueless isn't an excuse, stop spewing nonsense or he'll beat him to death.

We only worship these giants because of our broad perspective.

In the future, we'll keep adding to the worship.

In Jinlan Mountain, whoever contributes the most will have their tablet next to the common ancestor.

Ordinary people won't even qualify to stand beside the common ancestor.

After being beaten, Er Han could only accept it reluctantly, then went back to deal with those who came up with the idea before, telling them to keep their mouths shut too.

Our Jinlan Mountain only does this because of our broad perspective.

The villagers, seeing Er Han crying out from afar while being beaten, were reassured.

The village chief grinned.

"Look, how spirited, I told you it was fine, you didn't believe me, now do you?"

The villagers nodded repeatedly, getting back to work with more spirit.

On usual days, it actually didn't seem that bad, but Yu Ziqing inexplicably stood there in a daze for ten years.

Honestly, everyone was a bit anxious inside, always feeling unsettled.

Now seeing him more energetic even when beating someone, with no visible changes, everyone was relieved.

Let's start the feast.

After eating and drinking their fill, the village chief watched the butcher, who drank too much and started a fight, then sat with Yu Ziqing for tea.

"It's been a long time since everyone let loose like this, most have rarely drunk like this."

Yu Ziqing stayed silent for a moment, imagining that for ten years, everyone had been tightly strung, and only now could they relax a bit.

But he couldn't say, I was just having a sudden insight, you all were too tense.

Being a bit tense is good; staying alert is actually a good habit.

"I'm fine, quite well; the stronger my skills, the longer the occasional seclusion might be. I'm also cultivating God, which needs insight."

"Yeah, I know, but we'll still worry, the village is full of big guys, they might not understand much."

"After so much training, didn't they learn something else? Even if they don't practice Qi Refinement or Refining God, they should understand it, otherwise, they'll be fooled when they go out and won't know how they got scammed."

"Right, we'll add it later, even if they don't practice it, they need to learn, and those who don't will be beaten to death, to prevent them from being beaten to death when they go out."

In a few words, they found some work for others.

Ten years passed, and many made good progress in Body Refinement because there were indeed plenty of resources.

Not to mention Spiritual Medicine, from the giant shark meat back then to beef later on, there was no lack of nourishment.

In the village, there were quite a few who reached the Sixth Tier, and the progress of the fastest ones was nearing the Seventh Tier.

Logically, they should be sent out to train.

The Sixth Tier is most suitable, not too weak yet not overly strong.

Reaching the Seventh Tier and then going out would be bullying.

After all, considering all Cultivators, there aren't that many Seventh Tier Great Cultivators.