Master of Strange Dao

Even I wouldn't obstruct the choice, and that is to transform into a starving ghost.

A starving ghost that can eat to relieve the torment of hunger.

Anyone can."

As Yu Ziqing spoke, the mass of black gas that was about to rush into the courtyard suddenly stopped.

The black gas had completely lost its sanity, only tormented by hunger.

But a choice laid before it, and it immediately forgot about Xi Yang.

The next moment, within the rolling black gas, wisps of blood-colored gleam surged.

Within the black gas, a pair of eyes condensed.

The blood-colored eyes stared intently at Xi Yang, who had fallen to the ground unconscious in the courtyard.

The bloody light guided it, telling it that only Xi Yang could relieve its torment.

But there was another choice to be made.

One satisfying meal or endless satisfaction, you choose.

Having lost its sanity, it naturally chose according to its instincts.

The black gas continuously rolled and slowly condensed, aiming to form a human shape.

The bloody light emerging from within the black gas was forcibly squeezed out by the immense power during the transformation.

Yu Ziqing was not surprised at all by this; the number-seven hungry ghost from back then, during the transformation into a hungry ghost, even relied on the immense power of the moment to forcibly retrieve its true name and face.

Because the Hungry Ghost Dao is ultimately just, Yu Ziqing would not stop anyone from transforming into a hungry ghost, regardless of who they are, hence this path's strength.

During transformation, there is no power that can obstruct it, as long as the starving ghost being transformed is willing.

Yu Ziqing now could confirm that the one before him definitely wasn't a starving ghost transformed post-mortem.

What exactly it was, he did not know.

The black gas kept rolling and condensed into a human-shaped starving ghost similar to a dried corpse.

It was missing the skull above its eyebrows, and the inside of its head was empty.

Those bloody lights that were forcibly expelled transformed into a blood-colored whip coiled around its waist.

The whip was strange, resembling intertwined fingers, possessing a very peculiar power.

After transforming into a hungry ghost, the half-skulled ghost just stood there dumbly, trembling slightly upon seeing Yu Ziqing, retreating a step, and kneeling on the ground.

Yu Ziqing took out a drop of sweet rain and handed it to the half-skulled being.

The half-skulled did not immediately take it but knelt there showing respect and performing the strange ritual.

After completing the ritual, it stretched both hands upwards, receiving the drop of sweet rain.

Once the sweet rain was consumed, it experienced its first almsgiving.

It emitted a hoarse sound from its throat, its eyes beginning to show life, and it knelt devoutly to the point of madness, chanting in an unknown language.

The light emitted from its pitch-black eyes made Yu Ziqing think of a term.

Fanatic.

Yu Ziqing tried to communicate with it, tracing the language back to the Jiazi Era dialect of Dadui.

Finally, the half-skulled ghost understood Yu Ziqing's words.

"Have you regained your memory?"

The half-skulled ghost shook its head.

"For now, stay here, eat something, and see what you can recover before we continue."

Then, a few breaths later, Yu Ziqing discovered another difference between the half-skulled and other hungry ghosts.

Yu Ziqing personally gave the half-skulled some food, but after it ate, heat spewed from its mouth, and black smoke rose, clutching its mouth while writhing in pain on the ground.

Opening its mouth, the food it ate seemed like burning coals held in its mouth.

Its mouth and throat were scorched and burnt, but once spat out, it was indeed ordinary food.

After Yu Ziqing gave it something else, it dared not eat anymore.

Eating anything would torture it to the point of ecstasy and death.

Except for the purest sweet rain.

Even diluted sweet rain didn't work; the added Spiritual Liquid in diluted sweet rain, it couldn't consume.

It was the first time Yu Ziqing encountered such a hungry ghost.

Ordinary hungry ghosts could eat anything provided through almsgiving by Yu Ziqing personally.

This guy was indeed peculiar.

But looking at its appearance, something was clearly abnormal, so Yu Ziqing let it stay inside a locust tree to slowly recover its memories.

Regardless, once transformed into a hungry ghost, no matter what it once was or who it once was, it already wasn't too important anymore.

No starving ghost could cause trouble in Yu Ziqing's hands.

Yu Ziqing returned to the small courtyard, Ruan Renwang sitting quietly with eyes closed and a teacup in hand, sipping tea.

Xi Yang was sprawled on the ground like a dead dog, Ruan Renwang not sparing him a glance, remaining seated this way all along.

Yu Ziqing shook his head silently, lifted Xi Yang, and fed him some Spiritual Liquid to restore some strength.

A moment later, Xi Yang opened his eyes in a daze, and upon seeing Ruan Renwang, his eyes twitched, hurriedly kneeling and bowing.

"Xi Yang pays respects to the Heavenly Ancestor."

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Yu Ziqing lifted him up and gave him a bottle of Pill.

"Recover for now, your Heavenly Ancestor couldn't care less about you. You're so scared—what a disgrace."

Xi Yang consumed the Pill, restoring himself amidst his disheveled state, glanced around, and couldn't resist sneaking another look at Ruan Renwang.

He actually had no impression of Ruan Renwang, never having seen Ruan Renwang active.

All his impressions of Ruan Renwang were from Xia Tian.

And from Xia Tian's mouth, Ruan Renwang was the kind who, upon seeing a talented junior, would directly kill them using various complex, strange, and cruel methods, thereby creating excellent talents for the juniors.

Took the juniors to seek death together, truly taking care of them.