Chapter 1191 - 308: Easy to Fool or Not, the First One (5k)
A pitch-black car wheel with a menacing face, filled with a deep-seated grudge, flew out from Yu Ziqing's body and landed on the ground.
The pitch-black wheel, covered in a layer of black paste as if coated over countless years, exuded an eerie aura. As it spun, a peculiar energy circulated around it.
Faintly, there seemed to be a trace of the power of incense fire merging into it.
Just as Yu Ziqing tried to sense it carefully, the power of the incense fire weakened and completely vanished.
Yu Ziqing pondered for a moment, deciding to try again later. He made a note, guessing that it might be related to the wheel's ascension.
Looking at the wheel in its current form, its true shape was indeed quite rough, incomparable to the Moon God's form.
The Moon God not only condensed into a human true form but also had a palace as an accessory.
"Did you feel that trace of incense fire power? Do you know how to ascend in your current true form?"
"I don't know; I only know that it's indeed different from before. The old method doesn't work anymore. Pure incense fire power probably won't suffice."
Yu Ziqing nodded, recalling that the Moon God's path to ascension was not the usual path for deities.
The wheel probably also has its own unique way of ascending.
However, the wheel should be much simpler than the Moon God. After all, its ghastly true form is obvious. Trying in the direction of its true form should eventually yield results.
If the wheel is willing to cooperate, truly seeing the situation clearly, Yu Ziqing would be somewhat reluctant to place it on the magical platform as a power source.
He intended to continue another grand strategy, similar to the Moon God.
First, give the Moon God a human true form to draw the Moon God into the ranks of the human race. This was simple, as the Moon God was not originally a loyal deity.
And the wheel's new true form clearly had an inherent connection to the human side.
Finding a car is really easy; the next step is to try it.
A few days later, Yu Ziqing concluded his study of the wheel. At present, it was just a wheel and couldn't even change its appearance. Although the rank remained, its power had fallen to the bottom.
Besides its sturdy true form, which could be used as a magical treasure, its intrinsic power was barely at the Fourth or Fifth tier.
A few days later, the deceitful ghost, following instructions, recruited a coachman for Yu Ziqing.
This coachman was at the Fourth tier, which was considered high for a coachman elsewhere, but was fairly standard in Almsgiving Town.
Before Almsgiving Town developed, the thousands of miles surrounding Abyss Rift Valley were desolate, with occasional devil outbreaks.
Even now, coachmen on this route were seldom below Fourth tier.
After all, transporting all goods by Flying Boat and storing everything in Storage Magical Treasure was convenient, but the cost was high.
And many goods couldn't be stored in Storage Magical Treasures or were unsafe to do so.
Years ago, when the Crown Prince of Dali organized disaster relief, he directly mobilized Flying Boats to transport grain, which was a massive expense. Otherwise, people in Dali's western region wouldn't still be praising the Crown Prince for his wisdom.
The coachman's name was Wang Qi, the seventh in his family, and a Fourth-tier Body Cultivator, a typical downtrodden Body Cultivator.
This time, he responded to the recruitment, not just because the rewards were large, but more importantly, he wanted to take a gamble.
He had chosen Body Refinement back then due to limited talent and poverty.
Now, as he aged, he thought about earning more to provide resources for his descendants, given that his grandson had shown some promise in Body Refinement. With ample resources while young, the future was promising.
Before coming, he was ready to fight to the death.
When Wang Qi arrived, Yu Ziqing was about to discuss the risks, but Wang Qi smiled and said.
"I've never read much or been cultured; I only know how to risk my life.
Transporting goods and pulling carts is not safe at all. Risking my life for half my life and still being alive is already a fortune.
If anything happens now, it's just my fate."
Yu Ziqing was slightly surprised. He didn't even mention that there wasn't much risk; the biggest risk was learning the ritual without errors.
"Alright, cooperate well, and if anything goes wrong, I'll take your grandson to Jinlan Mountain."
Wang Qi, hearing this, immediately bowed excitedly.
"Thank you, my lord, thank you, my lord."
Looking at him, it seemed he was eager to die immediately so that his grandson could enter Jinlan Mountain.
Those who roamed the wilderness near the Wilderness all wanted to cling to Jinlan Mountain's influence.
Honestly, they only heard that Body Cultivators from Jinlan Mountain were all undying hardmen.
Even if they couldn't win a fight, they could save their own lives, which deeply frustrated some cultivators.
Sometimes, when Qi Refinement cultivators heard their opponent was a Body Cultivator from Jinlan Mountain, they were so disgusted they had no desire to even start a fight.
Especially since some Body Cultivators from Jinlan Mountain didn't play by the rules and would explode filth buckets when cornered.
Recently, there was a story about a Sword Cultivator from a major sect whose Lifebound Magical Treasure was tainted.
The downtrodden body cultivators loved these stories and had a natural affinity for Jinlan Mountain.
At least the chaos created by Jinlan Mountain over the years had improved the lives of downtrodden body cultivators, especially in regions near the Wilderness, and even increased wages.
Wang Qi's eyes were red, ready to meet death unflinchingly, which startled Yu Ziqing.
"Focus on learning what I've taught you. If it succeeds, I'll find your grandson a mentor from Jinlan Mountain and cover all Spiritual Medicine needed before the Fourth tier."
Wang Qi's eyes reddened further, and his fierce determination even startled Yu Ziqing.
In the following days, Yu Ziqing taught Wang Qi two ritual techniques. Although Wang Qi lacked education, he had his own wisdom. He took the simplest approach, recording every step and practicing tirelessly, determined to make it instinctual.
Three months passed by in a flash.
Wang Qi placed the materials as if by instinct, forming seals with his hands, chanting the meticulously memorized spell with a standard tone—it was so ingrained that he wouldn't even recite it wrongly in his dreams.
The wheel floated in front of the magical platform, sensing the ritual's progress, and was startled by this ordinary human cultivator.
That kind of determination reminded it of the old days when it encountered many such people, all fierce characters.