Master of Strange Dao

He caught a whiff of the mountain wildflowers and the scent of grass and trees. Unknowingly, a layer of green shadow clouded his eyes, and everything he saw began to slowly change from reality.

He thought he had snuck into a city of the Kuihou Country, but in reality, he was pretending to be normal, step by step walking into the valley and into the nine-story building.

At the top of the building, the Emperor Kuihou lay askew on his couch, eyeing the appearing Evil Dao with disdain.

"Have these Evil Dao forgotten that on normal days, I don't care much, but for the things I do care about, I am extremely vengeful.

The Hungry Ghost Trading Company of Jinlan Mountain has given us some favorable terms.

Using these Evil Dao, who can be slaughtered without future trouble, in exchange is just too cost-effective."

"But there's no need for Your Highness to handle it personally, is there?" The woman sitting beside him was a bit puzzled.

"You don't understand. Since the matter is started, it has to be finished thoroughly, leaving no future trouble.

No Evil Dao cultivator entering from West Qian into Kuihou Country should think of escaping.

Once they're all dead, there naturally will be no future trouble.

We can even strengthen our alliances.

The Hungry Ghost Trading Company managing to secure major projects from Daqian and Dazhen is no simple feat.

We are just a small country, so maintaining good relations with neighbors is essential.

Besides, I've received news that these scum of the Evil Dao are planning to sever the roots of the cultivators.

They want to cut my roots!

They won't have it easy!"

The rare intention to kill came to Emperor Kuihou, wishing he could kill with his own hands.

His brothel business was thriving, and after taking the extra high-end route not limited to just staying in the brothel, it truly opened up for him.

His cultivation was going smoothly too.

If in the future there are no more cultivators, and cultivators are all in distress, who would still have the leisure to visit the brothel.

His brothel business doesn't just have nine stories, the first, second, and third floors are also part of the brothel, aren't they?

That he could tolerate, but not being able to, and the chance to strengthen relations, although the price was just some sewer rats of the Evil Dao, of course he would strive to finish things thoroughly, perfectly.

His personal action ensured that as soon as they stepped from West Qian into Kuihou Country, none of the Evil Dao could escape.

...

In the Southern Sea, the Cloud Whale swam in the sea, bearing a Black Ship on its head.

The High Priest of the Black Ship stood at the bow, advising earnestly.

"We are a ship, and our sailing speed is very fast. We don't need you to carry us, you can let us off the ship."

"You said to get there as fast as possible."

"We are a ship, meant to sail in the water!"

"You said to get there as fast as possible."

"..." The High Priest of the Black Ship was at a loss for words; the Cloud Whale was indeed faster than them.

Previously, an elder with great wisdom on the Big Island had asked if they could help with something.

When they heard it was to help that great personage, there was nothing more to say.

They quickly went, just to keep watch on some Evil Dao.

Those Evil Dao cultivators who headed south, thinking to escape into the Southern Sea, wouldn't have dreamed what awaited them after provoking Yu Ziqing to the point of rallying people.

The scattered Evil Dao, upon entering the Southern Sea, were met with a light drizzle.

Dark clouds spanned thousands of miles, and the light rain had fallen for several days already.

Suddenly, a clap of thunder boomed, and blinding heavenly lightning descended, once shattering the Protective Magic Treasure of an Evil Dao cultivator, grievously injuring him and sending him falling into the sea.

Soon enough, a silent Black Ship passed below the sea surface, and the Evil Dao cultivator vanished into the Black Ship.

Days later, Yu Ziqing received news, and Jia Shisi also reported.

"The Daqian people have arrived, and with the cooperation of our people and some Jinyi Wei, we have captured over twenty Evil Dao, all of considerable strength; those below fourth-tier are all dead."

"Great timing, pick up some people in the northeast as well, captured by Kuihou Country, and from the Southern Sea, there are also over eighty survivors, bring them back together."

After several more days, the dungeon of Jiachen City, which had been expanded three times, was filled in each cage with Evil Dao cultivators.

Before entering here, each Evil Dao cultivator had already suffered greatly, with more than half gravely injured.

An interrogator Riddler opened a box, inside of which was a piece of dark red cloth, as if soaked in fresh blood, emitting a strange aura.

Just looking at the red cloth made his hair stand on end, as if death would come any moment.

He held the box, looking towards those Evil Dao.

"The dignitaries above are not patient people, I do hope you all can live.

I advise you, confess everything you know honestly, or you'll die very unpleasantly."

"We follow the mandate of Heaven, the master of the Evil Dao shall descend again!" Shouted an Evil Dao deeply brainwashed.

The next moment, the red cloth flew out, directly covering his head, a terrible scream echoed through the dungeon.

Even when death qi started to rise from his body, the screaming hadn't ceased, and he wasn't completely dead.

An entire incense stick's time later, the red cloth rose, dropping a head filled with terror, returning to the box.

The interrogator's face turned pale, immediately closing the lid.

"Don't say I didn't give you a chance. Now, I'll separate you, the first to confess will at least be given a swift death.

If you can offer enough valuable information, sparing your life may not be impossible.

The dignitaries above don't want your lives, they want what you know.

Understand?

Opportunities are few, grasp them well."

After speaking, the interrogator waved his hand, shutting each cage completely, isolating them.

He sat down again, quickly pouring himself a drink to steady his nerves, for the red cloth was truly eerie, always feeling as if it might take his life any moment, and he could sense that the red cloth seemed in no hurry to kill.

Why hadn't they died even when death qi emanated?

He felt, it seemed as if, the red cloth specialized in keeping people suspended between life and death, subjecting them to the most extreme of tortures, until completely collapsed.

...

At the same time, in the endless darkness beneath the Mountain Abyss, the enraged roars of the Mountain Lord echoed continuously.

Intense clashes, terrifying power fluctuations, grew steadily stronger.

Before long, the fluctuations began to recede, the Mountain Lord returning to where it was, opening the Jade Tablet.

"You guys just don't know when to quit, becoming more and more disobedient lately.

Do you think the one in the void will rescue you in a few hundred years?

Asked if you wanted to leave, and you didn't dare answer, once done you start scheming behind the scenes."