Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing sent a message to Song Chengyue, who happened to be not far from here.

He also believed that the breakthrough with the Mother River God was most suitable, and they could find as many clues as possible before traces downstream of the Mother River completely disappeared.

After sending the message, Yu Ziqing waited only a couple of two-hours before seeing Song arrive, covered in dust from travel.

After many years apart, Song's aura had indeed become stronger, yet now he seemed as if he hadn't slept for a long time, looking somewhat haggard.

Yu Ziqing took out the painted portrait and handed it to Song Chengyue, recounting the events that had befallen the Mother River God.

Song Chengyue looked at the vivid, almost funereal black-and-white portrait, frowning slightly.

"Don't recognize them, never seen them before.

Given their features, they might not be people from Daqian.

Indeed, among the various powerful forces of Daqian, there are some whose talents are solely for cultivation or combat; they never involve themselves in administration.

But the vast majority are documented, and I have no impression of these two.

Either they're old folks from thousands of years ago, or they're not from Daqian."

Yu Ziqing took out a leg of the Mother River God, allowing Song Chengyue to sense it.

"That River God was fierce enough; almost obliterated, but still left behind enough clues.

Here lies the power of those two people, and even the power of that God Slaying Punishment tool.

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As for who those two are and their background, it might be a bit tricky, but I think, for you, it shouldn't be too difficult either."

Song Chengyue touched the leg, which had no flesh and blood, noting the things left within.

A considerable amount, clearly discernible.

The Mother River God had a good thought; anything external can be faked, but their power cannot be.

If they were using disguise to deal with a Mother River God, the River God wouldn't have been so severely injured.

The Daqian Earth Deities, though mostly weaklings, looking somewhat like officials under the court system,

it's still about rank, and the Mother River God is the highest-ranking among Daqian's river deities.

His power might not match those of Ninth Tier Strong, but within the scope of the Mother River, his ability to survive is truly exceptional.

When this Mother River God was first appointed, there were many possible candidates.

In the end, they chose him; at the very least, Emperor Qian recognized his ability.

He indeed did well, even before fully controlling the Mother River Divine Country, being able to manage the river waters and stabilize the Divine Country.

Both banks were not only prosperous with favorable weather, avoiding droughts and floods, and slowly even the branch river gods yielded and followed his commands.

At least in official matters, he could make a bunch of branch river gods cooperate obediently.

To achieve all this in such a short time shows his great capability.

If not for the Mother River God's diligence, this time it would not have just been the estuary of the Mother River changing.

It would have surely been a greater disaster sweeping through the entire northern and northeastern Daqian.

And if a great flood emerged, it might lead to a massive outbreak of diseases, droughts, and a series of chain reactions.

With Daqian's local situation being even more dire than expected, it wasn't just possible, it was inevitable.

Yu Ziqing had compared it with the past events of Dadui, aligning with Daqian's current situation.

He increasingly felt that the Mother River God was indeed a talent, a talent who did actual work.

If later he has to take the blame, then I'll go save him, give him a green card and bring him back to Dadui.

After Dadui's experience along the path of the Earth Deity,

Daqian's court situation now appears very calm and stable on the surface.

Unfortunately, a new emperor who has gone slightly mad hides this madness, showing nothing on the surface, and a Supreme Emperor obsessed with immortal cultivation ignoring the lives of those below.

As the saying goes, when the top is crooked, the bottom is crooked.

If the top has a preference, the bottom will exemplify it even more.

In summary, Daqian is doomed.

Song Chengyue noted this before looking at the leg in his hand.

"Can I take this thing back with me?"

"First, let me ask you something. How do you think they will handle the Mother River God later? Logically, he actually has no guilt, right?"

Song Chengyue gave a wry smile.

"I really can't be sure of this, I don't know how others will view it.

But I feel, and am quite certain, this person is completely different from before he ascended the throne.

Moreover, this person, early in his reign, doesn't have the one-word authority and sole discretion as the Supreme Emperor did.

Furthermore, the Mother River's course has changed, the estuary has shifted, and many victims are now cursing the River God.

Even a branch river god was beheaded today."

"So, a qualified scapegoat is needed to take the blame, calm public anger, and stabilize the situation?"

Song Chengyue hesitated for a moment, not answering, which was an implicit acknowledgment.

Yu Ziqing thought it over; if the new emperor truly handles it this way, then he indeed counts as a qualified new emperor.

He understands the bigger picture, willing to endure, and keeps a rational mind.

However, Yu Ziqing still felt that this person probably wouldn't just downplay such a major event to maintain overall stability.

"If anything happens, let me know."

Yu Ziqing didn't say much, knowing Song would handle it; he was more knowledgeable than him, and Yu just needed to focus on his own affairs without getting embroiled in this.

Yu Ziqing turned and left, taking with him the leg of the Mother River God, not handing it over to Song Chengyue.

Song Chengyue only left with the two portraits, but he also remembered the things left within that leg.