Master of Strange Dao

Social death?

Otherwise, just give in.

Let that ghostly creature kill you, and directly start family cultivation.

This way, you won't have to worry about your family always wishing for your demise.

Nor will you have to worry about seeing your Heavenly Ancestor.

Everything will be resolved."

Xi Yang looked eagerly at Yu Ziqing, shaking his head like a rattle drum.

"No, no, no, I think I can still be salvaged, I gained quite a bit this time.

You'll definitely be interested.

And that ghostly thing, if you saw it, you'd definitely be interested too.

Because it's a bit like a starving ghost, I feel it is constantly in a state of hunger. Nᴇw novel chapters are publɪshed on novel(ꜰ)ire.net

It's driven insane by hunger, yet ironically it's not a starving ghost.

Brother, you know what I'm talking about, right?

And those cultivators from the sea..."

"Hmm? Starving ghost?" Yu Ziqing instantly became spirited: "Why didn't you say so earlier?"

"I thought it had been taken care of, that's why those cultivators from the sea came after me."

"Head towards Jinlan Mountain, if you can't make it there, then accept your fate."

Xi Yang nodded repeatedly and immediately left the Seventh Floor ring.

He opened his eyes, looked back towards the sea, and grinned.

Running back home to find his parents was definitely a dead end.

His family would most likely watch with eager anticipation as he got killed.

Then discuss how such a way of dying would surely indicate great potential.

Ah, perhaps he'd be the one with the best potential in the family for thousands of years, with a promising future.

They might even stop others from helping, just letting Xi Yang die.

After Xi Yang's death, they'd capture that ghostly thing, wait for Xi Yang to take a different path altogether, and have him solve it himself.

Xi Yang truly felt unprepared, not ready to die.

He really couldn't handle that ghostly creature, and he didn't want to be hunted down until death.

Nor did he want to be a spectacle for others.

He could already foresee that soon the story of him being chased for hundreds of thousands of miles by a ghostly creature would be spread widely in the Jade Tablet.

And then they'd dig up the old story of him being hunted for eighty thousand miles by a Tomb Ghost.

There might even be people praising how his escape skills have visibly improved over the years.

If Yu Ziqing were willing to help, it couldn't be better, but as for escaping, he has no fear at all.

Merely a distance spanning the entire width of Dali.

Yu Ziqing was waiting outside the locust forest to the east of the Forbidden Land at Jinlan Mountain.

After all, the path of cultivation of the Xi Family is different from others'.

If it's easy to help, and he's interested, naturally he wouldn't mind.

But making a special effort to intercept, he'd pass.

For someone else, Yu Ziqing would surely intercept.

If Xi Yang died, it would be because his fate had come.

If Xi Yang arrived here alive, it means his life was meant to continue, he hadn't yet encountered the opportunity to begin the next stage of cultivation.

Yu Ziqing brewed tea on a small charcoal furnace, poured a cup for Ruan Renwang.

"I estimate that escape talent surely must be at the top of all your family's descendants and should be arriving soon.

By then, it won't be a matter of whether you save him, but rather I need to study that ghostly thing chasing him.

When I need help, you must assist."

Time dragged on longer than expected, Xi Yang's escape route twisted and turned.

There was constant gossip in the Jade Tablet, everyone watching the spectacle.

Because that ghostly thing, obviously not a Tomb Ghost, was indeed just like a Tomb Ghost, locked onto Xi Yang, ignoring everyone else.

After more than a month, Yu Ziqing lifted his head and saw a weak tunneling light rapidly approaching from the northeast.

Yu Ziqing flicked his finger, a point of spirit light shot into the sky.

The tunneling light suddenly grew several times brighter, its speed increasing manifold, flying toward this place.

The tunneling light crashed straight onto the ground, shattering into countless light spots with a bang.

The Magical Treasure on Xi Yang's body shattered three times in succession, his face planting on the ground, leaving a long trench over ten feet long.

The power within him already exhausted, he barely pulled his head from the dirt to glance at Yu Ziqing.

Then he saw the straight-backed figure, as dignified as a noble lady, eyes closed, veiled, but filled with Death Qi—Ruan Renwang.

Xi Yang's eyes trembled before he passed out.

Yu Ziqing grabbed Xi Yang and tossed him into the courtyard, at Ruan Renwang's feet.

He lifted his head, looking towards the horizon.

A stream of black Qi was flying this way, resembling a churning black smoke, constantly morphing shape.

It carried a chilling ghostly aura, yet didn't seem like a ghost, with an ominous air, gloomy and deep, as if it had just crawled out of some grave.

Well, whatever was hunting down Xi Yang had definitely crawled out from some grave.

Even before it arrived, Yu Ziqing understood why Xi Yang said that ghostly thing looked like a starving ghost.

That kind of madness without any trace of rationality was indeed like a starving ghost, driven insane by hunger.

The closer the churning black Qi got, the more Yu Ziqing sensed it, yes, it was hunger.

It had been driven mad by hunger.

It wanted to devour Xi Yang to quell this madness.

However, Yu Ziqing couldn't fathom why it thought Xi Yang could alleviate this madness?

Yu Ziqing flew into mid-air, and the Big Ghost appeared instantly.

"Young master, let me handle this."

Yu Ziqing shook his head.

"No need, I'm now certain, it died of hunger."

Yu Ziqing gazed at the approaching black Qi, unmoving, speaking quietly.

"Everyone who dies of hunger will face a choice.