Master of Strange Dao

The middle-aged man looked at Yu Ziqing, and immediately, an overwhelming pressure that made it hard for Yu Ziqing to breathe arose.

Definitely not just the Seventh Tier, no, definitely not just the Eighth Tier.

A Ninth Tier strongman!

The aura around the middle-aged man slowly subsided, his demeanor remained calm, and a slight smile appeared.

"You need not panic, I have no intention of making enemies with Jinlan Mountain. You probably do not want to keep those things, why not just give them to me?"

Yu Ziqing grinned, going with the flow, and immediately took out those metal book pages.

The middle-aged man chuckled as he looked at Yu Ziqing.

"You don't need to wait for Lei Li, I have spent heavily to hire a Ninth Tier strongman, intercepting Lei Li for a moment is enough. I only want these things, I do not wish to make things difficult for anyone."

Yu Ziqing was not worried at all, for when one's power reached the Ninth Tier, fear subsided instead.

What he was more concerned about were those Sixth-Seventh Tier desperate individuals.

Yu Ziqing took out the tea set, brewed hot tea, set up the table and chairs, and gestured invitingly.

"King Xiang, please have a seat."

"You know me?"

"I do not know Your Highness personally, it is just that within the Dazhen Divine Dynasty, among Ninth Tier strongmen, those who would refer to themselves as 'this king' can only be Your Highness."

After King Xiang sat down, he quietly waited as Yu Ziqing brewed tea, while he looked at those metal book pages one by one.

Until he flipped to a page of a severed limb, he gathered all the others, and stared at this singular page with a complex expression.

"This is my father, my late emperor, once the Emperor Zhen."

Yu Ziqing was shocked to his core, his mind a mess of questions.

Such earth-shattering news, and you tell me this so casually?

King Xiang looked at Yu Ziqing's puzzled expression and smiled.

"My father was once Emperor Zhen, but that is in the past.

One day, he was demonically possessed. In a single day, he fell deep into demonic possession, manifesting the Heavenly Demon's appearance.

You can probably imagine, Emperor Zhen, demonically possessed, losing all reason, what a terrifying scene that must be.

Moreover, he was a body cultivation expert of the Undying Realm."

"I can probably imagine..." Hearing this, Yu Ziqing could imagine how troublesome it must be.

"No one could control him, nor could anyone save him. In the end, my Second Uncle made a decisive move, usurped the throne, ascended the throne, severed his ties with Dazhen, minimizing the threat.

Then, nine Ninth Tier strongmen set up the Five Dragon Array, entrapped him, combined the power of the array, and collectively dismembered him. Only then was he controlled.

Then his severed limbs were suppressed in various places."

Yu Ziqing poured tea for King Xiang, adjusted his seating position, and continued listening. King Xiang coming personally and being willing to talk assured him that it wasn't just out of leisure.

"I initially did not have many ideas, until a few days ago, someone told me, the hungry ghost is the nemesis of devil thoughts and devils.

My father can be saved. As long as I gather his flesh, it might be possible to remove the devil thought, allowing my father to return to normal.

And one of my father's legs is sealed in the Sorrow Cave Heaven, and now, the sealed item is in your hands.

With one part, I can find the others.

I know that someone wishes to use me, but I cannot remain indifferent."

Yu Ziqing now understood.

Because the sweet rain was a specialty of Jinlan Mountain.

He conveniently took out a Jade Scroll and pushed it towards King Xiang.

"Your Highness, this is the Almsgiving Ceremony, Almsgiving Spell, and Almsgiving Seal, and it must be carried out sincerely, supplemented with the sweet rain, to eradicate the devil thought. I think you should already know this, right?"

"I know."

"But your revered father has completely succumbed to demonic possession, lost all self-awareness, and it is unlikely for him to personally conduct the Almsgiving Hungry Ghost sincerely, is it?"

"I know this too."

"..." Now Yu Ziqing had nothing to say.

"I know what I know, but I cannot abandon that last glimmer of hope, after so many years, countless times, as long as I close my eyes, I see my father being dismembered. So, I came to inquire from you, hailing from Jinlan Mountain, naturally the most knowledgeable, is there truly not a single bit of hope?"

There was a sliver of hope in King Xiang's eyes, a flame of hope rekindled after years of despair.

Yu Ziqing knew it was best not to douse him with cold water.

Hope after despair, if extinguished again, could drive a person mad.