Chapter 255: Chapter 255

The village chief got stronger and Yang grew even more outrageous, reaching his goal in one step. Although their strength hadn't reached the ninth tier yet,

Yang was able to directly summon the corpse of the ninth-tier evil dragon as a magical treasure, or at least he could certainly pass as a ninth-tier body cultivator.

Plus, Yu Ziqing was recently in a period of settling down, accumulating strength, and wasn't in a hurry to break through—he wasn't keen on the Heavenly Demon package either.

So, his enthusiasm was somewhat lacking.

Back in the village, the village chief wasn't home; he had gone to practice with You Zhen.

In the village, if Yang didn't transform into a dragon, it was uncertain if anyone could survive a punch from the village chief. Since he couldn't train in the village, he had to go find You Zhen.

Yu Ziqing found Yang, who was still planting mushrooms.

"Let me ask you something, can Abyssal Rifts be artificially created?"

"No," Yang answered decisively, then shot Yu Ziqing a sideways glance, "You know, your brain—can't you think about normal things for once? If you're free, go continue organizing the classics. Whether the Hundred Sects Body Cultivation Techniques of Jinlan Mountain can form is up to you. Don't just wander around all day; focus on something productive!"

"..." Yu Ziqing gritted his teeth, then took a deep breath, resolute in not engaging further on this topic!

"I went out to cultivate, doing exactly what I was supposed to!

This time, I unexpectedly discovered a small Abyssal Rift, and found that someone entering and leaving it was An Yue of Jinyi Wei.

Coincidentally, the other side of the rift was at Song Chengyue's old home.

Yet, as soon as I went in and came out, I found the rift had expanded, and there were traces of magic being cast."

Yang suddenly stopped what he was doing and turned to look at Yu Ziqing.

"Yes, Lou Huai was there too. The rift was obviously larger."

"Those scoundrels from Langya Institute never focus on real work. Someone actually dared to do such a thing, even creating a magical treasure for it," Yang angrily cursed, as steams of white fury almost destroyed his Jinlan Mushroom seedlings.

"Jinlan Ore, it hasn't been sold yet, right?"

"No," Yu Ziqing chuckled, "not even the filth bucket has been sent to Daqian."

And the Sweet Rain—he'd been keeping it for over a year and hadn't sold any. He dared to guarantee that no one in Daqian, no matter how powerful, had ever seen even the original liquid of Sweet Rain.

"Especially the Jinlan Ore, let's keep it for ourselves. It'd be a pity to sell it; the Jinlan Mushrooms here are different from elsewhere, so the ore must be different too."

"I understand that. I have no use for money—I can buy what's cheap, and for what I can't, money is worthless."

"You deal with it as you see fit; just don't forget your primary responsibilities." Yang was busy tending to his Jinlan Mushroom seedlings and shooed Yu Ziqing away.

After leaving, Yu Ziqing thought about it and entered the Seventh Floor.

His message board was filled.

"No. 7, I really need Sweet Rain right now. Do you have any?"—No. 5's imprint.

Judging by the tone, it wasn't a rush. Duke Lin seemed to be recovering well, so someone close to him likely wanted to purchase Sweet Rain.

However, rumors outside claimed that Duke Lin was close to death, clinging to the news without releasing it.

He had even made a public appearance once before, looking particularly good, but quickly left citing family matters.

That old fellow sure knew how to play, making it so others couldn't see he was Devilic while leading them to believe he was near death.

Yu Ziqing took note of this situation.

"Brother, do you still have Sweet Rain? Without some for protection, I'm really on edge; I haven't dared to step out for three months now."—No. 4.

"Brother, have you ever heard of the Widow's Mark? Can it be dispelled on your side?"

"Brother, one more thing. Do you have a way to break the Black Rose Curse?"

Yu Ziqing couldn't help but feel speechless.

In just a few months, where had No. 4 wandered off to this time? The lesson from being chased by the Tomb Ghost for two miles hadn't struck deeply enough.

Yu Ziqing knew about the Widow's Mark; it generally stemmed from the Mausoleum Cave Heaven.

It was merely an imprint, with no actual harm.

If one remained chaste, the imprint was useless. If they weren't, and they acquired the Widow's Mark, they'd have to set up a chastity memorial and never think of staying overnight in a brothel again.

Looking at No. 4's situation, who was perpetually on the run, it didn't seem like they were the type to frequent brothels, so he wasn't concerned.

As for the Black Rose Curse, Yu Ziqing lacked the knowledge, so he didn't know.

Since No. 4 had only left messages without seeking immediate help, it seemed he wasn't likely to die anytime soon.

Ignoring No. 4's messages, Yu Ziqing decided to ask Yang about it later.

Then there was a message from No. 1.

The message detailed the location of those two children, in which family they were, and their names, as well as their mother's name.

It also mentioned what alias Old Song used when he met their mother.

The provided information was rather detailed.

The boy was in the Gu Family, the same one where Lin Fu belonged, although the boy wasn't in the main family but an offshoot.

Given the Gu Family's wealth and influence, it was said that no member of the Gu Family would be left to starve, regardless of how useless they were; for those with abilities, there was little distinction between main and offshoot branches.

It wasn't Yu Ziqing's place to meddle.

But how Old Song managed to hide his woman and son in the Gu Family was no small feat.

The other daughter was placed as a child bride in a well-to-do family, one with an unfamiliar name, likely a small clan.