Master of Strange Dao

"After waiting for so many years, there's no rush at this moment."

Che Lun quickly conveyed the message, sternly warning the others.

As expected, no one rushed this time. As long as they were conscious, everyone understood restraint; opening their mouths would only lead to malice, so they all obediently kept silent.

The routine inviting gods ceremony was performed, and a cloud of black mist floated up from the Mud Sea of the Muddied World, surging towards Yu Ziqing.

Che Lun's teammates seemed very honest, always following Che Lun's instructions.

But the moment they were completely freed and absorbed into Yu Ziqing's body, this guy started acting up.

After being eroded by the malice in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World for many years, at the instant of liberation, he could no longer hold back.

He started preparing, just like Che Lun, to stay for good once he arrived.

Yu Ziqing sighed and looked at Che Lun.

Che Lun's ferocious face showed a hint of embarrassment.

"Sir, you've done everything possible, and I've developed a conscience."

Che Lun turned away, meaning, "You deal with it, as I've done all I can. Whether this fool lives or dies doesn't matter."

Yu Ziqing thought for a moment and set a prerequisite for completing the judgment according to his prior plans.

A Dharma Method that didn't require devouring them but could still harm these entities.

The best would be a method that imposed severe punishment, made them experience pain, and encouraged repentance.

In this way, control them while trying not to kill them.

The judgment was triggered, and the prerequisite was forced to be completed first.

In the next instant, a new Dharma Method emerged in Yu Ziqing's mind, and his breath began to rise sharply.

This time, the rise was even more intense than when facing Che Lun before.

Yu Ziqing reached out, and the black mist inside him condensed and materialized into a half-foot high little black being, which Yu Ziqing pressed onto the magic platform.

Then Yu Ziqing's right hand reached out, and a boot appeared in his palm, transforming into a sole.

Lou Huai tumbled out with a bewildered look, shrinking and trembling as he gazed at the imposing Yu Ziqing, not daring to say a word.

Yu Ziqing held the sole firmly, striking Little Black's head with full force.

"Pa!"

Little Black screamed miserably, sounding just like a slaughtered pig.

His head was flattened, but he didn't lose consciousness; instead, his awareness became increasingly clear, with pure pain flooding his body and sharpening his perception.

With one hit, Yu Ziqing couldn't help but start muttering.

"Beat your deceitful head, beat you till your breath is threadbare."

Pa, and Little Black's head was flattened again.

"Beat your deceitful hands, beat you till your eyes can't steal."

Pa, and Little Black's body was also flattened.

The screams had changed tone, and even slaughtered pigs didn't sound this miserable.

The new Dharma Method appeared, and Yu Ziqing struck without restraint, as this method rarely beat the opponent to death.

As long as they hadn't painfully repented, it would only make the suffering escalate, becoming more and more excruciating.

The teammates' screams grew even more wretched, and Che Lun was almost moved to tears watching.

His master was indeed kind-hearted, hitting them clearly with restraint. Last time, he only got a big blow, even losing consciousness afterward.

And it's even stronger now, but if he truly used deadly force, his teammate would've been finished long ago.

Che Lun didn't believe his master lacked the means to kill these people.

His teammate hadn't fainted yet, which could only mean that his master was returning kindness for enmity, holding back out of consideration for him and not intending to kill his teammate.

The more so, the more Che Lun gritted his teeth at the little black pressed on the magic platform.

Having repeatedly exhorted him to act sensibly, this damn thing came out and showed its true nature immediately.

It made Che Lun feel too ashamed to say anything else.

"Sir, beat him to death! Such an idiot, let him die!"

After Che Lun's words, he also explained the situation to the others watching the commotion in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World.

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A variety of foul words gathered into a massive wave of malice, howling towards them.

"Beat him to death!"

"Kill him!"

"Destroy him!"

Little Black, being incessantly beaten by Yu Ziqing, was snot and tears together.

After starting to regret, with a desire for repentance, the increasingly intense pain finally stopped escalating.

"I... ah... I was wrong... ah..."

"I just... couldn't resist..."

Little Black sobbed, and after Yu Ziqing stopped, he immediately lay on the magic platform holding his head.

"Don't... don't hit anymore, if you keep hitting, I'll die, boohoo..."

Yu Ziqing stopped, and Little Black cried even more sorrowfully, choking with remorse, with his mind becoming ever clearer.

However, when the sole in Yu Ziqing's hand reverted to a boot and he put it back on, Little Black remained in his original form.

A half-foot-tall little black being, entirely black, human-shaped, like a lazy stick figure.

This had become his new true form.

Che Lun didn't give Little Black a friendly look, having worked hard to secure this opportunity.

Little Black might have taken a different true form; if he had turned into a wheel like Che Lun, the path of advancement would've been broad and promising.

But Little Black didn't cherish it, didn't listen to advice, and insisted on making trouble, becoming like this, leaving Che Lun unsure how Little Black's path would proceed.

Serves him right; even being beaten to death serves him right.

Little Black lay on the magic platform, feeble and half-alive, regretting things.

Especially after being thoroughly beaten with the new Dharma Method forcibly deduced by Yu Ziqing; that active regret and passive remorse overwhelmed him until his intestines almost turned blue with regret.

He lay there without the strength to stand up but continued to sob, crying non-stop, looking like he might cry himself to death.