Master of Strange Dao

"Now you know, why I never use Thunder Scrolls for all the important messages,"

"Ancestor Li, I understand," Lei Yu replied in a deep voice, "because Thunder Scrolls are not safe, merely convenient and cheap. In the past, they weren't intercepted simply because the Lei Clan's prestige was at play. When that prestige doesn't work, naturally one can intercept them whenever they wish."

"Good that you understand," said Lei Li as he took out a new Thunder Scroll and handed it to Lei Yu, "Now, write a letter to Qing Ziyu, and tell him that I am very interested in meeting him."

Lei Yu was puzzled but still did as instructed.

Following that, he saw the Thunder Light flicker in Lei Li's palm, completely absorbed into the Thunder Scroll in an instant, and then everything returned to normal.

"Go, send it out after you get back," Lei Li said.

Lei Yu nodded and left Thunder Collection Mountain.

He did not hurry and waited a day before finally sending out the Thunder Scroll.

The Thunder Scroll transformed into a bolt of lightning, shot up into the sky, and disappeared among the clouds.

In the sky, the clouds were densely packed, filled with tiny streaks of electricity dancing within them. Those were the messages coming in and out of the Lei Clan from various places, numerous every day.

As that streak of lightning left the Lei Clan's territory and headed towards the Wilderness, zipping through the clouds, there was no second bolt of lightning nearby.

At this moment, the person who had previously intercepted the communication hesitated, but still reached out to grab the lightning streak.

Having done this several times before, he really did not want to give up and ignore it now.

But this time, as soon as he grasped the streak of lightning, he saw it pierce straight through his hand, leaving a charred hole the size of an inch in his palm.

His face instantly changed color, realizing that this time, it was a fishing expedition.

He took the bait.

As his thoughts raced, a flash of ferocity crossed his eyes. Pulling out a curved knife, he chopped off his wounded right hand and burned it to ashes with a fire.

After stopping the bleeding, he took a pill out of his Storage Bag with a pained expression and swallowed it.

Once the pill was ingested, fresh flesh wriggled at the stump, and bones began to grow. Soon, a new, uninjured hand emerged.

Having done all this, he returned as if nothing had happened.

On his way back, he also keenly noticed two people, glancing intentionally or unintentionally at the hands of passersby.

He paid no attention to those two, still greeting acquaintances with a gesture of his hand.

Nobody noticed him, and he returned to his residence, preparing to lay low, planning to stay in the city for the coming days.

However, he had not noticed that on a high tower far away, an old man with a goat beard had been watching this place.

Meanwhile, the Thunder Scroll successfully leapt through the clouds, arriving at Jinlan Mountain and transformed into a fine bolt of lightning, plunging into Jinlan Mountain.

Yu Ziqing looked at the Jade Scroll and immediately laughed.

It seemed Uncle Fu's message had gotten through.

Lei Li was getting a bit displeased.

By the tone, it seemed that Lei Li wouldn't be able to vent his anger without personally killing a few people this time.

"Old Yang, I'm preparing to leave for Dazhen," Ziqing said.

Old Yang looked at the Jade Scroll, silent for a moment.

"This act, it seems there's suspicion of using you as bait."

"I know, but comparatively, I'm even less willing to keep something in our house that could potentially explode at any time and destroy Jinlan Mountain."

Yu Ziqing gazed at the metal pages, his eyes filled with a murderous intent.

If it's going to explode, it can't do so inside the house.

Over these days, he had been observing the changes in the metal pages, and after a while, he began to notice subtle differences.

The seal was definitely problematic. Those metal pages were bound to explode eventually; it was just a matter of sooner or later.

"If anything goes wrong, escape immediately. The Void Escape Scroll is easy to say, but have you learned how to use the Broken Tile?"

"I've learned it. The Finger Seal Technique is best; directly breaking it is secondary."

"How about this, I'll go with you," Old Yang hesitated for a long time before speaking.

"No, just watch over Jinlan Mountain. And don't tell the village chief; I'm afraid he has finally settled down and can continue to advance. We don't want him to lose control again."

"Don't worry, within fifty years, the village chief will definitely advance to the Undying Realm of Body Cultivation."

"Cece, Gege, you two don't need to follow me. If something happens to me alone, I can still escape. After all, I don't have much for escaping," Ziqing said.

Yu Ziqing, alone, controlled the Flying Boat and left Jinlan Mountain, heading towards Dazhen.

Standing on the deck at the bow, Yu Ziqing gazed into the horizon and sighed softly.

This time, it wasn't just the Lei Clan that wanted to kill. He was also determined to unearth a few people and bury them, preferably in a big way.

What's the use of killing just a few people as a way of venting? Would those who charge to the front be the decision-makers?

Aren't they all just scapegoats, not the decision-makers, but only doing the deeds?

Best would be to know the ultimate goal of those people, then directly target that goal, making their efforts fall short and conveniently bury them along the way.

The Flying Boat was fast. The snowy wilderness was quickly left behind, and he could already glimpse a hint of green on the horizon.

Suddenly, space around the Flying Boat began to distort slightly, and the swiftly moving vessel seemed stuck in place. No matter how much he accelerated, it remained within that same area.

A middle-aged man in a purple robe stepped out of the void and onto the Flying Boat.