Master of Strange Dao

When Song Chengyue left the borders of the Daqian and headed north into the Wilderness, he saw Yu Ziqing sitting in a pavilion brewing tea on the mountainside in the distance.

He noticed that Yu Ziqing seemed to have a special preference for flatlands or mountainside, rather than the mountain top.

Song Chengyue had a bunch of questions; he couldn't understand why all of this was happening.

"Have some tea and take a rest. This is calming tea from Dadui, it's quite nice."

After drinking three rounds of tea, Song Chengyue gradually calmed down.

He took out the table demon and placed it on the ground.

"Although it's a demon, I've known it for many years, and it isn't skilled in combat.

I want to find it a place to settle down.

Given my current situation, I have no other choice.

So, I humbly ask if you could take it in."

A face appeared on the table, the table demon looked at Song Chengyue, wanting to speak but hesitating.

Yu Ziqing glanced at the table demon, revealing a slight smile.

"Alright, my place is big enough to accommodate a demon."

Song Chengyue breathed a sigh of relief, wanting to ask what exactly was going on, but not knowing how to start.

But Yu Ziqing spoke first.

"It's my doing; I was the one who brought you over.

I always thought that one day, I must have you stand before Stone and them.

Stone is somewhat abnormal, and Sisi is a bit timid, actually because of what they lacked in their youth.

I didn't want them to learn everything someday, only to find that you were already dead..."

Song Chengyue was speechless, his emotions surging, difficult to suppress.

As he was feeling somewhat moved, Yu Ziqing continued.

"The reason you want, look, I can give you one right now.

Do you need any other reasons?

I have several reasons, I can tell you slowly."

Song Chengyue gave a bitter smile and shook his head.

"Forget it, I won't ask anymore."

"It's you who doesn't ask, not that I don't want to say."

"Yes, it's me who won't ask anymore."

The table demon quietly stayed beside them like a quail; before coming out, it couldn't care less, but after emerging, it was a bit afraid that Song Chengyue might know that it had been instigating behind the scenes.

Yu Ziqing didn't say anything, which made it secretly breathe a sigh of relief.

"What do you want me to do?"

"I want you to do many things, and you're likely to be busy for the rest of your life.

However, for now, I have another task for you."

"Go ahead, I won't refuse anything I can do."

"Go to Jinlan Mountain; there's a young girl there who needs someone to take care of her, and I can't bear to see her get married.

She's deep-minded but unwilling to speak much, so I hope you can enlighten her.

And there's a kid who needs a good beating. I've been busy lately, no time.

Oh, and there's a naughty boy; if he returns to Jinlan Mountain, he still owes thirty-eight beatings, you can help with that too.

As for the others, you'll know once you get there."

Yu Ziqing smiled brightly as he spoke of a lot of things.

Song Chengyue's lips trembled for a long time, unable to speak.

"Don't say you don't want to do it; once you're with me, you have no choice, hurry up and get to work.

After finishing these tasks, I need you to go to Dadui for another big piece of work.

Don't think you can get a break."

Song Chengyue didn't speak, but his eyes were already red, a complex emotion he couldn't control surged, inexplicably sour.

Yu Ziqing stood up and patted Song Chengyue on the shoulder.

"Old Song, this life of yours is sold to me, go quickly."

Song Chengyue nodded heavily, got up, and left; only after flying far away did he wipe his eyes.

The table demon watched Song Chengyue go, sighing inwardly.

If not for the disparity between this Emperor's missions being too drastic, it might not have been willing to flee either.

It didn't know if Yu Ziqing's actions were genuinely heartfelt or a ploy to win people over, but it was willing to believe that Yu Ziqing was sincere.

Personally coming here to welcome Song Chengyue was already a show of great sincerity.

"I didn't say it when Old Song was here.

Now I want to say, the Emperor of the Daqian isn't worthy of having Old Song.

What do you think?"

"Sir, your words are a bit mild; it's the Emperor of the Daqian who doesn't deserve the Daqian."

"I brought him over indeed for him to take over, but when I saw him, I thought, let's wait, no need to rush everything. Just let him rest; he's probably not had a rest for a long time."

"He's spent centuries in the Jinyi Wei's bedroom without using it once, so this time, he died in the bedroom."

"Your suggestion?"

"No, I certainly wouldn't have let him do that; it was his idea. He is sentimental, afraid that after his death, his subordinates would stop at nothing to avenge him, so he deliberately left a flaw, which his close subordinates would understand."

"So, how do you think he managed to reach such a position?"

"I'm just a monster, I also don't understand." The table demon knew a lot, but there were things it still didn't understand, unable to comprehend.

"Tell me, what is the Dynasty Skill of the Daqian?"

"Can we talk here?"

"This place is already sealed with a secret array, no need for extra setup, feel free to speak, it's fine."

"This is a long story, and let me state first that what I know might not be correct."

"Take your time."

"As far as I know, before the Ancient times, before the establishment of the Divine Dynasty, the Dynasty Skill of the Divine Dynasty appeared first, and then the Divine Dynasty came into being.

At that time, there was an immortal herb; I don't know its name, it's not recorded, or it may have been erased.

This world was established with a direct connection to that immortal herb.

At the beginning of creation, the immortal herb divided, transforming into eight types of power.