Master of Strange Dao

Moreover, many times, there are connections between each other.

For example, now, he has sorted out some fragmented information, roughly deducing that the white soil among the Five-Colored Soil is linked to an ancient, extinct demon.

In the records "appears on the first day of the month, covers the white soil, and trades for literature."

It basically describes a kind of demon that loves human literature, especially articles written by people with excellent calligraphy, only appearing on the first day of each month to exchange with precious white soil.

And in another travelogue classic, there is also a record.

"In the Northwest Heaven, there is a salt lake, the ground like a mirror, with an exotic beast called Si Zhao, good at human speech, loves Chinese writing, tail as large as a hair, emerges on the first day of the month."

In existing records, there is no record of a salt lake.

Also, in another foodie's written recipe, found a sentence.

"...produced in northwest earthquake, pure white as snow, no astringency or bitterness, adding it is excellent..."

Yu Ziqing roughly speculates that perhaps a long time ago, possibly before the Yang-destroying Devil fell, there was a salt lake in what is now the Extremely Cold Forbidden Land.

Adding on the Cloud Whale saying, a demon awakened with ancient demon bloodline was sleeping in the Extreme North.

Since the bloodline has awakened, yet still needs to sleep, it is likely related to the influence of the Forbidden Land.

The trip to the Extreme North is still necessary.

After all, a large quantity of white soil relates to cultivation, ancient demons relate to King Jiunian.

While Yu Ziqing was here researching classics.

Elsewhere, Yang had quietly returned to Jinlan Mountain, just arriving at the edge of the locust forest when overhearing the Deceitful Ghost bragging to Cece and Wu Shuangge.

"Am I the type of stingy person? You all misunderstood me.

If the lord wants to give rewards, would I let the lord lose face?

I absolutely cannot, my calculations are just right.

These are all rare items, especially expensive and practical sold outside.

The most impressive, whoever receives them will remember the lord fondly."

"I remember those materials, except sweet rain, seem not too valuable..." Wu Shuangge naively said.

Upon hearing this, the Deceitful Ghost was somewhat ruffled.

"How can pills be valued only by material costs?

Does the cost of refinement not count? The loss of failed refinements not count?

The effort of hunting demons and extracting materials not count?

Do you expect all to work for free?

Do you know how high the costs are, requiring numerous people to take risks.

Even hiring cultivators for work, we are conscientious, giving compensation if anything goes wrong.

How can you say such things!"

Wu Shuangge was so red-faced from being chided, dare not mention the materials being cheap again.

Cece covered her mouth, sneaking a laugh, after all, the Deceitful Ghost indeed handled the matter well.

Practical, precious, impressive, although not losing too much, it managed to announce widely, ensuring future sales, still considered a profit.

Whenever the Deceitful Ghost does things, even when giving away things, he will surely turn it into a non-loss business.

As they were buzzing with arguments, Yang, in a black robe, drifted back, leisurely listening to the dispute.

After greeting, Yang stepped into Jinlan Mountain, although seemingly slow, disappearing in a couple of breaths, passing through the locust forest where the locust trees and ghosts remained practically unreactive.

The Deceitful Ghost of three transitions noticed.

"Yang, the elder seems... seems not to have used any power." Wu Shuangge uncertainly noted.

"Not seems, definitely didn't use power, I felt nothing."

"This great one's aura is too tranquil, feels... strange."

Yang tread over fallen leaves coated ground, yet no locust tree reacted.

Headed internally in the locust forest, looked towards the west, unexpectedly raised his head.

He stepped invisibly, disappeared instantly.

Soon, arrived under a large Bodhi Tree, looked at an unmistakably different aura Bodhi Tree, tentatively asked.

"Little Bodhi?"

A face instantly formed on the trunk, squinting and grinning as if an emoji.

Yang extended a hand on the trunk, sensing, shocked.

"The awakened bloodline and polluted ancient demon is you?"

The Little Bodhi Tree Demon changed into an emoji, conveying: it's me.

"Why didn't anyone tell me and Ziqing?"

Little Bodhi became an expression of confusion, unable to express clearly.

Then, Snake Willow from afar couldn't bear, hissed twice, rustling wrote a line.

"He said no one asked, besides, this isn't particularly important news.

A Tree Demon is just a Tree Demon, with my big brother here, and us siblings.

What's so special about the Bodhi Tree Demon."

Snake Willow added a bit of their own in translation.

Yang frowned at the Magic Plants, recalled Little Bodhi being a Magic Plant too, with Juice present.

He wanted to argue but found it hard to refute.

Indeed, with Immortal Herbs, even an awakened bloodline Tree Demon, or a former Peak ancient demon, not significant.

Yang sighed deeply, abandoning many original plans.

Originally planning to borrow a little White Fox's tail hair, make into a pen, disguise as an awakened ancient demon bloodline being as bait.

Now something better.

"Lend me a branch, preferably bearing fruit."

"Awakened bloodline didn't pass along any information?"

Yang looked to Snake Willow, immediately translating.

"Yes."

Little Bodhi told us seemed like an arch-nemesis wants it harmed.

However, my big brother here, no fear of any threats coming.

Moreover, who dares intrude upon Jinlan Mountain?

Standing arm bone not mere display."

"..."

Yang never imagined, one day, being unable to argue against Magic Plant.

"Alright, just lend me a branch, infuse it with energy, as to show awakening ancient demon legacy."

Yang took the branch, turned away without speaking further with Magic Plants, especially Snake Willow, too mouthy, annoying.

...

Simultaneously, Black Ship Saints finally landed, began searching for the awakened bloodline demon.

No human obstacle encountered, yet upon stepping to Demon Clan territory, clashed with demons.

On Great West Sea's seabed, inside dim cramped cave, a three-foot-high Little Merfolk, curled, covered eyes and ears, nervously muttering.

"Can't find me, can't find me..."

With Little Merfolk's murmuring, spirit light fluctuated, like a veil over her.

Outside cave, barrel-width Black Snake, invaded, cold eyes scanning yet seemed not to notice cowered Little Merfolk.

Black Snake withdrew from the cave, hissed, eyes filled with chilling murderous intent.

"Keep chasing, keep hunting, the little thing surely hasn't fled far."

After speaking, darkness saw countless black snakes, surged, scattered.