Master of Strange Dao

Upon reaching a realm where he could leave the mountain, he never thought about going out. He felt that for the better part of his life, surviving was already no easy task.

Now, the village had food and drink, and there were younger generations. Living like this was quite good, just guarding Jinlan Mountain was enough.

Yu Ziqing took out a chair and a small table, sat next to the old man, brewed some tea, and listened to the host's somewhat flamboyant and alarmist speculations from the Jade Tablet, treating it as background noise.

"Uncle Zhao, why did you come to the village entrance today?"

"I heard you came back, so I was specially waiting for you here," Uncle Zhao replied leisurely, getting straight to the point.

"Oh, it's rare for you to find me. If there's anything you need, just let me know."

Yu Ziqing happily poured tea, not asking why Uncle Zhao didn't look for the village chief.

"Zhao... that butcher boy, after wandering outside for these years, found it meaningless. Google seaʀᴄh NoveI-Fire.ɴet

He married a woman and even brought a child, planning to return to the mountain.

Sadly, this coward doesn't dare to directly tell the village chief, so he came to me. What can I do?

I don't want to go to the village chief either, so I could only come to you.

Agree or not, you give a word. If not, let him live outside the forest."

"If he can endure the hardships of the village, then just let him come," Yu Ziqing casually replied.

Uncle Zhao immediately understood the subtext: if he can't bear the hardship, then get lost.

Uncle Zhao also laughed, the younger generations going to Jinlan Mountain won't have a good life.

To put it nicely, they need to endure hardship, temper their will, and strengthen their bodies.

To put it bluntly, they all have to take a beating.

Getting beaten up in the village today means being able to protect one's life when going out in the future.

Just listening to the Jade Tablet, one could occasionally hear about something related to people from Jinlan Mountain.

Losing a hand or a leg in battle, with intestines spilling out but stuffing them back, biting one's teeth to counter-kill a few enemies, and finally able to escape a thousand miles away, is a trifling injury at Jinlan Mountain.

Getting beaten up on Jinlan Mountain, especially facing the village chief, having all the bones shattered, the person looking as if they are done for, their vitality as weak as a candle, is considered normal procedure.

Body Cultivation without a tenacious will, and when the realm is not high, makes it easy to be targeted to death.

In the village, everyone is afraid of the village chief, but those who return from outside, not a single one of them doesn't respect or thank the village chief.

There's no such meticulous control of power among body cultivation in the outside world; people ground through hell difficulty have their survival rate skyrocket outside.

Especially someone like Gu Shitou, everyone from Jinlan Mountain finds him disgustingly annoying. Once outside, it's even worse.

Just a few years back, when Dazhen was crusading against a Sealed King, Gu Shitou even escaped from under a Ninth Tier's subordinates, taking three hits, and a month later he was bouncing around making people sick again.

His fighting relied purely on getting hit, yet he could disgust people so much that they would avoid him like the plague just at the sight of him, which is a skill in itself.

As long as he's not harming his own family, that's considered a skill.

The butcher brought his wife back, and Yu Ziqing merely went to see them once. A female cultivator going into Body Refinement meant her family situation was likely not great. She looked average but appeared to be an honest and decent person.

He brought a teenage boy, timid and shrinking his neck, seemed to have not had a good life in past years.

Yu Ziqing didn't pay much attention. As long as the butcher was willing, he wouldn't oppose it.

Hosting a banquet was a must. Rarely did someone start a family, so a group of people made a fuss for several days and even built a new house for the butcher, marking the establishment of his family.

Yu Ziqing drank tea, listening to village gossip; over the years the butcher went out, he didn't make much of a name because he was far more low-key than others. He didn't even say he was from Jinlan Mountain.

The only thing he was somewhat famous for within a certain range was his dual-blade technique, which was exquisite. When hunting demon beasts in the wild, he could flay them alive into a skeleton, even while the demon beast was still alive.

This time settling down, no one knew how he and his wife set eyes on each other.

Life was very ordinary, and that new teenage boy naturally got incorporated into the younger relatives' training.

In a few days, when Zhong Shouzheng was maintaining the Mountain Protection Array and arrived at the east side of Jinlan Mountain, he saw a group of young people coming out of the mountain from afar. Upon seeing one of them, he furrowed his brow and his Primordial Spirit instantly opened its eyes.

Moments later, Zhong Shouzheng arrived at Yu Ziqing's hut.

"There's something, I feel I must tell you."

"Senior, have some tea." Yu Ziqing brewed and poured tea.

"I just saw a kid, there's something off about him, his Divine Soul is overwhelmingly strong. Strong to an unimaginable extent, I wouldn't even discern his Divine Soul without exerting force."

"Is it the butcher's stepson?"

"Oh, you know?"

"Recently, he's the only newcomer. You've seen the others more than once, haven't you?"

"Without being noticed by others, to not see through one's Divine Soul, the other party must be at least above Refining God Seventh Tier."

"Hm?" Yu Ziqing was slightly stunned, put down his teacup, and stood up: "Let's go, let's check it out directly."

"Going just like that?"

"What else should we do? Just speak openly, why waste time at home."

Moments later, Yu Ziqing and Zhong Shouzheng descended from the sky. Yu Ziqing glanced at the group of young people who had just finished eating.

"Zhao, come with me."

The butcher's stepson, now carrying the butcher's surname, still appeared timid, but he could grit his teeth to endure through the hardship and training in these days.

Feeling a bit anxious, Zhao had heard quite a few rumors about Yu Ziqing these days, such as he hit hard and could work someone to death when training them.