Master of Strange Dao

Chapter 1601 - 429: Leave a Button, Strange Sword Drawing (5k)

The Demon Soul returned to its place, the Black Mountain Demon King inexplicably breathed a sigh of relief. Now he believed that his life and death were not important; dealing with Jiu Nian was more crucial."I'll do it myself..."

The Black Mountain Demon King walked out of Black Mountain. The moment his feet left Black Mountain, he was still extremely reluctant.

Upon stepping outside the boundary of Black Mountain, a thought crossed his mind, and he relinquished his control over his main body.

In an instant, the Refining Array started operating, continuing to refine Black Mountain. This time, it went much more smoothly. Without the Black Mountain Demon King mobilizing power to obstruct, the difficulty in refining Black Mountain's main body now was essentially just the inherent difficulty of the materials themselves.

Yu Ziqing took out some materials and set up a seal, sealing the Black Mountain Demon King, who had already lain down and stopped resisting. Then he asked Yang a question.

"How much longer do you need on your side?"

"Within seven days."

"Alright, remember to complete the refining, but don't dismantle the array."

Yu Ziqing put away the Sealed Items, left the array, and entered Cece's Despair Abyss.

Upon entering, the battle inside had already ended. That Fierce Ghost had been pinned to the ground, while the Big Ghost had sustained some injuries; a three-finger-wide, three-inch-long Beast Skin Talisman was also stuck to his chest.

"What happened?"

The Big Ghost said with a calm demeanor.

"His power is average, but this talisman is very peculiar; it can affect my power, and he hasn't uttered a single word."

Yu Ziqing extended his hand, attempting to remove the Beast Skin Talisman, but the talisman seemed to have grown onto the Big Ghost's chest. Yu Ziqing frowned slightly, directly placing a hand on it. As Ominous Aura emerged, the Beast Skin Talisman finally fell off.

He carefully sensed it and noted that the Beast Skin Talisman genuinely possessed an extremely peculiar power, able to influence a person's strength.

Unfortunately, the Big Ghost's power was not from himself at all; it mainly came from the massive amounts of power borrowed from other hungry ghosts. This talisman could not influence such a vast amount of hungry ghosts.

The material of the Beast Skin Talisman was unknown, and its patterns and divine aura were unlike anything seen before, and the object was undoubtedly very old.

On the talisman core, an unknown ancient character was engraved.

Yu Ziqing held the Beast Skin Talisman in his hand and looked at the Fierce Ghost lying on the ground.

"This is the thing you used to affect the Black Mountain Demon King, correct?

I'm asking where you got this from and why you did it, but I'm certain you won't answer, right?

Let me ask another question: You won't even say your name, will you?

Do you know that people who taught you to be cautious to this extent are incredibly rare under the heavens?

Am I wrong, San Wu?"

The Fierce Ghost lying on the ground trembled in his gaze, wondering how Yu Ziqing knew his name.

Even in his own territory, he was always called Ghost King So-and-So, knowing his name was something only the Black Mountain Demon King knew.

Did the Black Mountain Demon King sell him out?

He didn't know the Black Mountain Demon King had already given up struggling.

Yu Ziqing sensed the rusty sword, receiving no reaction—it seemed knowing the True Name alone wasn't sufficient.

He pondered for a bit and summoned the little black Fierce Ghost.

As Yu Ziqing summoned, the little black Fierce Ghost in the school leapt three feet high, flipped mid-air, and vanished, reappearing directly on Little Black's Long Bridge.

The little black Fierce Ghost trotted down Long Bridge, being summoned by Yu Ziqing from the Dao Court.

With one hand, Yu Ziqing embraced the little black Fierce Ghost. In an instant, the rust on the rusty sword in his arms began to flake off.

Sure enough, it was just as he had guessed.

The Little Blacks had pledged allegiance, and Long Bridge merged into the Dao Court. Yu Ziqing speculated, for future encounters with ghosts, the requirements to pass judgment would definitely be reduced.

Without any demands, simply seeing a hungry ghost and abruptly passing judgment wouldn't be feasible.

Now, it was confirmed that without Little Black present, he might need sufficient basic information to complete a judgment.

However, as it stood now, directly contacting the little black, embracing the little black Fierce Ghost equated to directly borrowing the little black Fierce Ghost's rank.

Merely needing the Fierce Ghost's name, one could directly draw the sword.

The Fierce Ghost lying on the ground stared wide-eyed, shock evident in his gaze toward little black Fierce Ghost. Upon seeing the "Fierce" character on little black Fierce Ghost's brow, he instantly recognized who little black Fierce Ghost was.

He didn't understand why, but he fell apart.

Giving up struggling, he shut his eyes and awaited death.

Yu Ziqing took out the rusty sword, addressing Cece.

"Send us out, would you?"

Returning to the normal world, Yu Ziqing had no interest in asking further; this Fierce Ghost probably wouldn't utter another word even in death.

He clasped onto the Short Sword, directly unsheathing it.

A fleck of golden light manifested, transforming in an astonishing instant into a vast and boundless world of golden light.

An indescribable peculiar power surged suddenly, under the radiant glow, exposing everything within the Fierce Ghost laid on the ground.

The aggressiveness within the Fierce Ghost began to fade away, with ghost qi being swept away like morning mist by the rising eastern purple light, dissipating without a trace in an instant.

He slowly rose, eyes somewhat vacant, as his ghost body silently dissolved into nothingness. Once his power wholly scattered, only a half-transparent soul remained floating.

As if seeing the most sacred of worlds unfold, Yu Ziqing bathed in golden light, smiled at him, extending a hand in invitation.

The Fierce Ghost, dazed, taking a step forward, felt guilt welling within, aware that his sins didn't qualify to enter that sacred world.

He had betrayed the Black Mountain Demon King, who once safeguarded his life.

All his dark secrets were laid bare under that divine light, with no place left to hide.

"The Ji Clan… The talisman was given by someone from the Ji Clan, named Ji Jiudai, who betrayed the Ji Clan, promising to employ a Supreme Skill to help me reconstruct my body and resurrect as a human."

Revealing his greatest secret, the Fierce Ghost felt every part of himself illuminated, leaving not a single corner in darkness under the divine glow.

Content at heart, he smiled slightly, rushing toward the sacredness.

In the golden light, he vanished silently, leaving nothing behind.

Yu Ziqing sheathed his sword, holding back the wide-eyed, expectant little black Fierce Ghost who seemed ready for the sacred, convictive world.

Borrowing the little black Fierce Ghost's rank to unleash the sword this time seemed somewhat unusual.