Master of Strange Dao

At Jinlan Mountain, when someone has all their bones broken, people would happily watch the spectacle.

Cutting open the Divine Soul is definitely something they'd do, especially for healing; it's no big deal.

Mrs. Zhao was shedding tears on the side, while the butcher comforted her, saying it's normal for the Young Master Qing, and he's tried it on many Ninth Tier individuals, with exquisite skills, no one died, so relax.

Zhong Shouzheng looked expectant, even thoughtfully taking out a piece of Heavenly Materials and Earthly Treasures.

"Don't worry, I'm most familiar with the injuries of the Divine Soul. This Heavenly Material and Earthly Treasure specifically heals Divine Soul injuries. As long as you don't die, you will definitely be cured."

The more it was like this, the more scared Zhao became, hastily calling out, constantly repeating Yu Ziqing's original words.

When Yu Ziqing flew back with the Soul Destruction Blade, he looked at Zhao.

"Logically, it's best when you're conscious, but your case isn't that difficult, so it's not necessary.

My control over power is very precise, ensuring that your consciousness would be knocked out. As long as you don't die, you can be healed."

Yu Ziqing raised his hand, just about to act, and the intense fear already rendered Zhao immobile.

Deep within his Divine Soul, a ripple emerged, and a thought transmitted a sentence.

"Young Master Qing, there's no need, really no need..."

"Oh, you really are conscious, that's wonderful. I just wanted to test if a Primordial Spirit could survive in the Mud Sea of the Muddied World."

"We can talk this over, it's negotiable, no need to go this far.

I had no choice then, my senses were nearly gone, and I finally sensed one, so I dove in.

Who would have thought about what happened later, I didn't want Zhao to die either, if he dies, I also die."

"Still pretending in front of me, when you taught him the Refining God Technique, did you not consider that he might die even faster after refining?" Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on nοvelfire.net

With those words, Yu Ziqing held the Soul Destruction Blade, stabbing Zhao's forehead, splitting his Divine Soul open with a seam.

Zhao screamed miserably, then Yu Ziqing slapped him, knocking him out.

This trick was newly developed and tested on Che Lun, a new method to anesthetize consciousness.

Seeing Yu Ziqing was serious, the Primordial Spirit hidden in Zhao's Divine Soul became anxious.

"We can discuss this, there's no need to go this far, if... if I die, Zhao also won't survive."

"Hey, you're threatening me?" Yu Ziqing's smile faded, glancing at Zhong Shouzheng.

Zhong Shouzheng frowned, immediately displaying the aura of a Primordial Spirit Realm expert.

He straightened up, sneering.

"Let's see if you have the guts. I'll swear right now on the spot. If you have the ability to take Zhao with you to death, I'll take my head off to play ball!"

Yu Ziqing ignored Zhong Shouzheng, instead looking at Mrs. Zhao.

"Brother Zhao married you, so I call you sister-in-law.

Are you willing to let Zhao be possessed, or are you willing to take a risk, even if it fails, at least Zhao can die respectably?"

With tears in her eyes, Mrs. Zhao furrowed her brows, making a firm decision, gritting her teeth.

"Young Master Qing, just do what you need to, if it fails, then it's just my son's bad luck, no one else to blame!"

Yu Ziqing cupped his hands, thinking the butcher was truly lucky to have married a wife who understands and makes decisions firmly.

At such moments, any hesitation, and the Primordial Spirit within Zhao's Divine Soul would dare push the limits. The firmer she stood, the more cautious it became.

"Take sister-in-law to rest, I need some quiet here for a little surgery.

Don't worry, my skills are exquisite, there have been many Ninth Tier handled by me, all have returned to normal."

The butcher remained silent, understanding well that at this moment, there couldn't be any retreat, he promptly left with his wife.

Once they left, Yu Ziqing's eyes turned deep, holding the Soul Destruction Blade in one hand and flipping out a slipper with the other, smacking down.

The strange Dao secret technique forcefully deduced last time, extreme pain, instantly transmitted into the Divine Soul, striking the Primordial Spirit.

Zhao involuntarily twitched, and the Primordial Spirit within his Divine Soul immediately realized Yu Ziqing was serious, seemingly genuinely indifferent about whether Zhao could survive.

Such Divine Skills, even if Zhao were unconscious, could wake him up from the pain and then torment him to death.

The Primordial Spirit hurriedly endured the pain, screaming while resisting with all its strength.

Seeing this, Yu Ziqing didn't hold back, wielding the slipper, striking left and right.

"Do you realize your mistake?"

The extreme pain kept accumulating, becoming stronger without remorse.

Seeing the Primordial Spirit screaming more miserably, the fluctuations already hard to conceal, starting to impact Zhao's Divine Soul.

Yu Ziqing understood, this wretched being still harbored intentions.

Yu Ziqing smacked while saying.

"I guess, when you chose a target, you were indeed forced, unable to see anything clearly, just choosing directly.

But later, after you awakened, you began consciously guiding Zhao, influencing Mrs. Zhao.

But you probably didn't expect Zhao's Divine Soul, absorbing your Primordial Spirit's power, to grow too fast without control, causing his body to nearly collapse.

So, you wanted to teach him the Refining God Technique, intending for him to gain control.

Unfortunately, he lacks resources, lacks systematic learning, and you probably can't guide him constantly, his advancement speed is far slower than the growth of his Divine Soul.

His body is doomed to be crushed by the uncontrollable power of the Divine Soul.

Later, meeting the butcher, you found a solution.