Corpse Recovery Diver

As for Liu Yumei, she had long noticed that the interactions between the two children even surpassed those of old married couples.

It sounds absurd, but that's the reality.

Liu Yumei holding her granddaughter's hand spoke earnestly:

"For Xiao Yuan's matter, unless he personally brings it up, there's nothing Grandma can do; it's not about Grandma's willingness to bleed."

Alii's gaze dimmed.

Seeing her granddaughter like this, Liu Yumei felt genuine heartache, disregarding the typical respect and order, she just wanted to cheer up her granddaughter:

"My skill level as a sister could at best teach someone like Ali, that wooden blockhead."

Alii blinked at Liu Yumei.

Liu Yumei smiled, hugging her granddaughter in her arms, gently stroking her back.

Previously, Alii would resist these affectionate gestures, but now she had learned to restrain herself.

"Through the ages, nobody has been able to shoulder two Dragon King gates, the path he is destined to walk is unique, but he will definitely walk it."

…

Run Sheng was showering by the wellhead on the dam, Li Zhiyuan passed by him.

Run Sheng scratched his head, wanting to say something but didn't know what.

Unable to think of anything, he simply poured another bucket of water over his head.

With Xiao Yuan being so smart, he didn't need a brainless person like him to offer relief.

Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou had gone to bed, Li Zhiyuan went upstairs, grabbed a plastic basin and clean clothes, and also showered.

Returning to his room, his gaze fell on the stack of books on his desk as he placed the basin on the shelf.

He initially picked up the "Jianghu Chronicles" as an introductory read.

Every ending of a Deadman or Evil was "annihilated by the Righteous Path."

Two years ago, he would never have imagined it to be such a method of annihilation.

At that time, he sat on the terrace for an entire day, engrossed, realizing that what he was reading was Wei Zhengdao's cookbook.

It was already late, but Li Zhiyuan, now bathed, did not go to bed but left his room, heading downstairs.

Run Sheng was about to lie down in his coffin when he saw Xiao Yuan coming down and halted.

"Go to sleep, Brother Runsheng."

"Alright."

Run Sheng lay down, closed his eyes, ready to join Tan Wenbin and Lin Shuyou's nocturne.

Li Zhiyuan walked into the paddy field behind the house, raised a hand with a wave, and the Daoist Field restriction opened.

As soon as it opened, crackling sounds emanated from within.

But when the young man entered, the commotion abruptly ceased.

On the offering table, the wooden sculptures of Zeng and Sun and the White Crane Child all fell to the ground.

Now the White Crane Child could descend upon the Lin Family, yet it even took a moment to attach here, and Zeng and Sun also descended.

These three had just been fighting here.

Li Zhiyuan's arrival felt like an adult entering the room, where three children who weren't sleeping on time were fiercely fighting on the bed, suddenly scared stiff and pretending to sleep.

The young man waved his hand and opened his mouth, saying: "All of you, out."

"Buzz!" "Buzz!" "Buzz!"

All three wooden sculptures stood upright, swaying as they floated back to the offering table, repositioned themselves, and then three beams of light flew out; two headed Heavenwards to the south, one directed towards Grandpa's house, returning to the coffin.

Li Zhiyuan walked to the steps of the Daoist Field altar and sat down.

The faceless portrait of Wei Zhengdao hung directly opposite him.

For the young man, understanding Wei Zhengdao's past deeds was not just for experience and learning, but only by understanding Wei Zhengdao sufficiently could he reasonably speculate on how the Heavenly Dao might treat him in the future.

Tonight, the scant hope remaining in the young man's heart was completely extinguished.

Wei Zhengdao was feared in the past for committing an absolute taboo, quite literally without exaggeration a "colossal taboo."

In other words, even if he could now collaborate with the Heavenly Dao, becoming its tool, his fate was already sealed, finalized early on.

Because, once one tries to adopt the Heavenly Dao's perspective, it becomes impossible to allow oneself the chance of becoming another Wei Zhengdao.

Li Zhiyuan extended his right hand, covering his face.

In comparison, this kind of 'consumption' had long surpassed the level of secret techniques; it was a true taboo technique created by Wei Zhengdao.

While the Black Skin Book Secret Technique seemed like its introduction and could even be called a prologue.

The young man's gaze, through the gaps between his fingers, looked at Wei Zhengdao's portrait ahead.

Tonight, Qing'an reiterated several times that he wasn't him, Qing'an even asked if he was afraid.

It, was terribly frightening.

But there was something even more terrifying, and because of this, Li Zhiyuan was in a daze for so long on his journey back.

From start to finish, Qing'an's notion of "fear" and Li Zhiyuan's response were not about the same thing.

When Li Zhiyuan sat before the stone bench at the Array's central position, upon learning of Wei Zhengdao's method of execution, it felt like receiving the correct answer to a question.

Almost instinctively, Li Zhiyuan began reverse-engineering from the answer.

To his amazement, he discovered he had successfully reverse-engineered it.

Although still far from mastering this taboo, he found himself standing on a path that could lead to that answer, realizing he had completed the foundational groundwork!

Li Zhiyuan closed his eyes.

He ventured into the depths of his consciousness.

Here too was darkness, with stars like careless splotches painted by a brush dipped in color.

Li Zhiyuan stood by the fishpond.

Exposing them during the event at the Zhao Family Ancestral Mansion, Li Zhiyuan disciplined the Zhao Family with their power.

Now, the fish within the pond were few, the Big Fish hardly visible, leaving only small fry.

To revitalize the fishpond, external nourishment was necessary, and more fish meant he could extract greater strength.

Isn't this also another form of consumption?

His Body appeared behind Li Zhiyuan.

Li Zhiyuan looked at it.

The Body also looked at Li Zhiyuan.

The two identical youths locked eyes.

The Body: "Don't look at me like that, building the fishpond was indeed my doing, but you devised that method to ascend the fish."

Li Zhiyuan remained silent.

The Body stepped forward, squatted, dipping a hand into the water, gently stirring, and said:

"If one day, Heavenly Retribution truly befalls us, leading to our annihilation, then we absolutely have no right to blame the Heavenly Dao.

We,

only deserve it."

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Today is the Dragon's birthday, so I'll write half a chapter, for the Dragon's birthday being a little lazy, hugs to everyone!