Master of Strange Dao

Yu Ziqing's eyes lit up, uncertain if these shackles would have any effect on him.

Seeing the look in Yu Ziqing's eyes, Wang Zixuan took a few steps back in fear, burying himself back in snow.

Yu Ziqing walked over again, flicked his fingers, and lured a snow rabbit; the snow rabbit, just like a real one, stood up, revealing its long legs, and craned its neck to glance at Yu Ziqing.

When Yu Ziqing grinned at it, the snow rabbit immediately shattered into pieces, becoming a whirl of snowflakes, flying towards Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing flicked his fingers, shattering it on the spot, wrapping it in a blood flame to incinerate it, yet a faint blue halo remained, shapeless and formless, transforming into a phantom chain rushing towards Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing's Yang God reached out of his body, stretched out a hand to grab it, and the chain suddenly transformed into shackles, holding the Yang God's wrist.

An invisible barrier appeared, a bottleneck in his cultivation on the Hungry Ghost Path, one he had never felt before, just emerged like this.

After sensing it slightly, it didn't seem strong, not even as challenging as his Body Refinement bottleneck.

Just wondered if this thing could be stacked.

Yu Ziqing lured again, attaching the chain to the Yang God's ankle this time, repeating several times until bedecked hand, foot, neck, and waist, no chains paid him any more heed.

The bottleneck also didn't seem to strengthen to an unbreakable level, just as Wang Zixuan had said.

Even an Extreme Daoist found little restriction, not to mention a Dao Creator.

Yu Ziqing walked through the valley, many chains around ignored his presence.

According to the information from the Evil Lord, he confirmed the abandoned Yin Devil entrance was indeed here.

He took out the sealing, released the Yin Devil within, and several snow rabbits immediately flew up to block the Yin Devil's advancement.

The Yin Devil, terrified, darted into the entrance in panic; after a day, Yu Ziqing formed a Seal with his hand, lightly grabbed, and a rope manifested; the Yin Devil emerged from the entrance again, being sealed by Yu Ziqing once more.

Having entered once was enough; in other places, this Yin Devil could reopen this abandoned nest's entrance.

This trip's purpose turned out, unexpectedly, to be the simplest.

Yu Ziqing packed the box, pondering how to take some snow rabbits; these critters were wicked for setting traps but could be a massive aid to some.

Alas, the snow rabbits were form without substance, composed of snowflakes, without flesh or Divine Soul, formless, and impossible to catch.

Presumably, this Yin Devil Nest's abandonment, including its entrance, was due to the lurking chains here.

Wang Zixuan mentioned that the resident of the Extremely Cold Forbidden Land had a poor relationship with the Seven Yin King.

Exactly how was something no one surely knew.

Yu Ziqing walked back with Wang Zixuan silently following behind.

The transaction was completed; now it was Yu Ziqing's turn to help him.

Halfway, Yu Ziqing gazed into the distance and quietly moved forward.

Reaching the place, he saw Wei Jing standing on the ice plain, arms spread wide, recklessly emanating his Yang Qi.

From the sky, an Extreme Cold Stream was about to drip down.

His appearance was not that of one seeking death, but rather of one about to ascend.

Yu Ziqing couldn't help but feel some pity for the Wei Clan.

Generation after generation, their grand scheme ultimately was just in their exploitation.

While they desperately kept their secrets, sacrificing their lives willingly for it.

Seeing the Extreme Cold Stream about to fall, Yu Ziqing flew over leisurely, set up a chair, and sat watching quietly.

Seeing Yu Ziqing, Wei Jing, shocked and terrified, no longer bothered about dying, hurriedly avoided the descending Extreme Cold Stream.

When he saw the Extreme Cold Stream slide off Yu Ziqing's body, falling to the sides, Yu Ziqing exhaling a puff of cold air, unharmed, his eyes turned blood-red.

Blood-red runes appeared on the foreheads of both Wei Jing and Wei Tai, as if having lost their sanity, they charged at Yu Ziqing.

Yu Ziqing slapped them to the ground, physically rendering them unconscious.

Looking at the blood-red runes on their foreheads, he frowned; this felt much like a Curse.

"Old Wang, do you recognize this sort of thing?"

"Aren't these things of your human clan? You don't even recognize them?"

"Why would I recognize all things of the human clan?"

"It's a kind of Bloodline Curse; back then, a strong individual of your human clan, named something Lord, to keep certain secrets while wanting to pass down these secrets through lineage, concocted this Curse; quite a disgusting one. But this one seems to carry a hint of an ancient contract."

"Did you ever dare say 'disgusting' in front of them back then?"

"..." Wang Zixuan immediately went quiet.

"Can it be undone?"

"If I had that ability, I'd dare say 'disgusting' right to their face."

"..."

Yu Ziqing broke the limbs of the two who'd lost their sanity and carried them to the ice cave they previously hid in, preferring them not to freeze to death here.

If they weren't insane, they'd never come for close combat against a Body Cultivator.

A few two-hour periods later, the two slowly awakened, and upon seeing Yu Ziqing, fell back into a frenzy, as if having an irreconcilable blood feud with Yu Ziqing, hell-bent on killing him.

"Stop struggling, your secret is already useless.

It's not you two who leaked it, but rather I saw the source of these powers; that being told me personally.