Master of Strange Dao

Saw a hazy corner of the truth, allowing him to confirm the truth was there, only he couldn't reach it.

"Well done!" Cheers came from afar.

The cheers didn't come from the residents here, nor from the local cultivators of Dadui, they were all used to it.

The cheers came from Daqian's cultivators, those who did serious business.

If you talk about who hates these evil cultivators the most, it's not the local cultivators, but the cultivators from Daqian.

They originally could have taken advantage of Dadui's recent return, rushing to take a look and seize the opportunity to make a big profit, but all of it was ruined by these evil cultivators.

Now in Dadui's shops, the prices of many resources unique to Dadui have skyrocketed.

Even if taken to Daqian there's still profit to be made, but it's nothing compared to before.

Previously, one could potentially make hundreds or even thousands of times the profit, now it's at most tenfold.

It's strange not to hate these troublemaking evil cultivators.

It's not like the prices already increased before Dadui returned, is it?

They've all inquired, and indeed there were some lucky individuals in the first wave who made a killing, but later because of the trouble caused by evil cultivators, too many were captured and too much information was extracted, which led to the price increase.

So Daqian's cultivators are grinding their teeth, faces twisted in rage, itching to personally take action and kill those evil cultivators.

In a tavern by the street, a Riddler cheerfully sipped tea, joining in the agreement.

"Well done."

Sitting across was another Riddler, dressed as a regular cultivator, who laughed aloud.

"Our Store Manager is...really interesting."

In their teaching overviews, it was stated right from the start.

Only knowing how to fight, why not become a thug, instead of being a Riddler?

Those who excel in battle do not have glorious achievements, one must be discreet and not always think of creating major events publicly; it's too foolish indeed.

This transfer of hatred was the work of the Riddler.

Because someone really made a killing, and they were people from Daqian who had nothing to do with the Riddler.

And it was true that after the evil cultivators caused trouble, various foreign-trading items from Dadui started to rise in price, although the two weren't the most direct causal relationship.

Yet people couldn't help but see the "facts" and then imagine the causal relationship themselves.

Anyhow, nobody thinks now that this was the Riddler's doing; internally within the Riddler, only very few know about this.

Maybe it'll be revealed in a few hundred years as part of internal teaching materials.

While the commotion was being watched, a Riddler suddenly put down the tea cup, looking towards a small temple beside the execution ground.

There suddenly appeared some mysterious fluctuation.

"Quick, quickly report to the Shopkeeper."

On the execution ground, the execution continued, only when executing one of them, as the Magic Blade sliced through the neck, a hint of mysteriousness emerged that the ordinary couldn't sense.

That person's head fell into the basket, died with eyes wide open.

And the Yang-destroying Devil, who had been enjoying watching, suddenly saw the beautiful picture of death and truth tainted with a stain.

Making the already hazy, as if separated by a thick veil truth, quickly fade away.

The Yang-destroying Devil raged on the spot, so angry he nearly lost his mind.

"Dare to obstruct my path!"

With a muffled buzzing sound, a massive pressure descended, instantly subduing everything around.

Everyone's movements froze in place.

Some were frightened, some shocked, but there was nothing they could do.

The power did not seem particularly strong, yet it carried an extreme fury, from the most fundamental place, pressing everything down.

The incense fire Qi spiraling in the small temple seemed to ignite, accompanying the Yang-destroying Devil's intent, suddenly transforming into wisps of flame that appeared as black Qi or black flame.

Flame gathered, like forming into a blurry wandering ghost, drifting towards the Execution Platform.

Death Qi floated behind, the ghost seemingly like flame or black Qi landed on the platform, touched the head in the frame, gently closing the eyes that weren't at peace in death.

With the ghost's actions, a strand of mysteriousness at the neck of the head, like tangible substance, was forcibly drawn out and held in the ghost's hand.

Next moment, that thing resembling black Qi or flame shot to the sky, disappearing.

When the pressure dissipated, and the abrupt silence seemed to start to return to normal, three people in Jiachen City screamed.

Black flames like a collar locked onto their necks, burning them into void.

After deathly silence, everyone felt a bit fearful.

Someone sneaked a glance towards the small temple, with an expression of "I knew I was right."

And far from the Western Border of Daqian, a distance of over a thousand miles.

There was a sacrificial altar, surrounded by many black robed men with sinister aura.

At this moment, a flame resembling Qi or fire descended from the sky, landing on the altar.

A cultivator, quick-eyed and swift, collapsed part of the altar in advance, destroying a portion.

Next moment, a black flame collar manifested on all their necks, fire burned to ashes, all turned to void, dying cleanly.

In the small temple of Jiachen City, the Yang-destroying Devil gritted his teeth in extreme rage.

"Just you wait, no matter who, dare obstruct my path, I'll have you die without a burial place!

Let me see who is the gutsy guy, daring to lend these people strength!"

The Yang-destroying Devil raged for a while, but slowly calmed down afterward.

He thought about the things he'd heard lately, pondered for a while on the words, then began contacting Yu Ziqing.

"Someone wants to breach Divine Dynasty's law, using a ritual to seize prisoners, allowing death row inmates to feign death..."

Just as he started speaking, the Yang-destroying Devil lost it again.

"This is absolutely intolerable!

I can't stand it, I really can't.

Those wretched things ruining my path and defiling my exquisite picture of death, damn them.

I want him dead, I want him dead!

I want all of them dead!

I was so close!

Just a little bit more to see clearly..."

The Yang-destroying Devil was both furious and feeling wronged, almost to the point of crying through clenched teeth.

Yu Ziqing was bewildered, how did the Yang-destroying Devil contact him?

When did he gain this ability?

Also, what's the situation with seizing prisoners?

Moreover, it's just a prisoner seizure, which Divine Dynasty hasn't had such a scenario?

Why does the Yang-destroying Devil look like he's about to be pissed to death?