Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1547 - 413: It Has Nothing to Do With Me, Truly Beginning Digestion (6k)

Yu's recruitment efforts have not been going smoothly. Finding a knowledgeable ghost is not hard, but getting a ghost who can effectively face that group of big-headed little black ones and still be a good teacher is the challenge.In the end, he recruited two hungry ghosts from Jinlan Mountain. These two hungry ghosts were somewhat scholarly in life, sufficient for Mengxue.

Then the Big Zombie from the Xia Family, somehow got wind of this, and Xia Tian, the old fellow, even applied to be a teacher and brought along a little zombie to enroll.

After learning a bit about the school, they also sent in a talkative black cat as a student.

Xia Tian said this black cat was still young and not properly educated at home, so he sent it to receive the school's "beating."

Jinlan Mountain also sent a Little White Fox, along with a boy with a bruised face and bandages on both legs, walking with crutches.

The boy, around ten years old, is said to be Gu Shitou's youngest son, specifically sent from Dazhen.

Because King Xiang was afraid that Gu Shitou, known for his temper, might beat this cheeky son to death, they decided to send him to Jinlan Mountain instead.

At Jinlan Mountain, though beatings were still part of the plan, at least they had limits, sufficient emergency experience, and wouldn't result in death.

After arriving at Jinlan Mountain, the boy remained cheeky but lacked Gu Shitou's skills. Later on, he caused trouble, and the village chief personally intervened, letting the boy truly understand what facing death meant, causing him to become timid.

Later when the school recruited at Jinlan Mountain, the boy heard about Dadui Academy. Trying to escape Jinlan Mountain, he was caught and had both his legs broken, ending up being dragged over here.

Upon reaching this place, the rebellious boy regretted it.

Because at Jinlan Mountain, the worst was near-death, but here you could actually die, and upon death, you might instantly turn into a ghost and continue receiving beatings.

The philosophy consistent with Jinlan Mountain—is that getting beaten at home is better than losing your life outside. Outside, the risk of meeting lunatics or desperadoes isn't small—people may not care who you are.

If encountered by professionals, cleaning up after killing, grinding bones to ashes, and erasing traces—a complete set, it's tough to find out who did it.

In any case, the school now has no normal individuals, from little black ones, to fierce ghosts, to merfolk, little white foxes, hungry ghosts, zombies, and cats...

It's said that Yang is also intending to bring some of the magic plants from Jinlan Mountain here to be influenced.

Because last time he returned to Jinlan Mountain, he noticed the Snake Willow, for some reason learning to write yet making spelling mistakes, and adding a bunch of personal stuff when conveying meanings, needs to receive educational beatings while young.

It's foreseeable that there might be more in the future.

If it weren't for Old Yang overseeing, these little fellows could have overturned the school several times.

Old Yu even feels he needs to prepare in advance, asking Yu Ziqing for clear directives to manage the students in the school.

...

Having not returned to Jinlan Mountain for a long time, just as Yu Ziqing passed through the locust forest, he felt his hair standing on end, as if with the next step, he would step into death.

The signs of death flashed wildly, his senses skyrocketing, yet he couldn't sense where the danger was coming from for the moment.

The next moment, Yu Ziqing saw it, seeing the impact wave formed by the distant white airwave standing in the sky like a circle.

But at the moment of seeing the airwave, he also saw the village chief's figure, already halfway there.

Without thinking further, Yu Ziqing immediately used the Bridge of Fairyland, the Yang God crossed a long bridge, directly blending into his body.

Yu Ziqing's Qi-Blood suddenly exploded; the moment the blood-red flame ignited, it turned black-red. The power of Body Refinement erupted abruptly, instantly ascending to the Eighth-Tier Peak.

As he completed the energy accumulation, just as his arms were positioned in front of him, the village chief's fist landed on the cross of his arms.

The restrained terrifying power, like a volcano accumulating energy for a long time, erupted in an instant, unleashing a hurricane-force power.

Yu Ziqing's arm skin instantly cracked, and from muscle to bone, began appearing dense cracks.

His body leaped back, walking on air, white air waves continually exploding around him, his potential pushed to the extreme, eyes burning with flame, stepping one step at a time, continually unloading force.

Using Kui Step, flickering in short distances, last year's learned knowledge of Miracle Talisman was applied, continually expanding endurance, continually discharging.

A moment later, Yu Ziqing's arms shattered and disintegrated completely before he stabilized his figure in mid-air.

In front of him, there were circles of expanding white airwaves, one within another, stretching for dozens of miles.

The skin on Yu Ziqing's whole body felt like burning, Qi-Blood rising like smoke signals. After standing mid-air for a dozen breaths, he slowly exhaled a mouthful of turbid air.

The airwaves rolled over, crushing the residual clouds in the sky.

It was only then that the force bursting into his body was completely discharged.

With a thought, a pill flew out, he took the pill, vitality erupted, and Yu Ziqing's arms slowly recovered.

He took one step forward, returning to his original position, his eyes glowing.

"Village Chief, did you use the Ten Directions Divine Skills?"

"I did, tenfold." The village chief's face wore a smile, obviously satisfied: "Not bad, it seems you have not slacked off."

"Of course not, I just did intensive training for a whole year last time, without rest or sleep."

Yu Ziqing was also satisfied. Blocking the village chief's strike head-on, even if the village chief was holding back, he felt satisfied.

Power may have been held back, but certainly not the methods.