Master of Strange Dao

Regarding the Liao Family's matter, Yu Ziqing couldn't ask directly, nor dared to approach rashly, fearing contamination.

Others were the same, all afraid of becoming scapegoats, getting tainted with the curse.

No matter how unlikely it seemed, no one wanted to try.

Days later, the news spread.

More detailed information also reached Yu Ziqing.

The Liao Family's old man indeed got cursed, and it was a curse that could affect the bloodline.

That old man didn't dare to die in the Abyss, fearing the curse's power would spread and ruin the entire family.

After returning, he saw his son, then closed his eyes and breathed his last.

The Liao Family sealed him in their copper coffin, buried him with the prescribed ritual, and the matter ended there.

At least for now, the curse hasn't spread in the Liao Family.

Because of this, the incident of the Immortal Herbs from years ago resurfaced in the public's view.

But this time, still not many showed eagerness.

Everyone remained calm, probably knowing there wouldn't be a good outcome.

Nowadays, people were even more wary of the Immortal Herbs, fearing that someone's greed might endanger the whole family.

Only one person returned from those who ventured out back then.

The families, sects, and forces behind the others were somewhat anxious now.

They started preparing various things, and suddenly the Liao Family's business improved considerably, with many people ordering copper coffins.

The quantity ordered far exceeded the number of those who ventured into the Abyss back then.

Some were making preparations in advance.

Even Yu Ziqing couldn't resist ordering a copper coffin.

Though people in Jinlan Mountain generally had no blood ties, it was better to be prepared for anything.

Initially, losing a Ninth Tier from the Liao Family, and possibly a Bloodline Curse, was a sign of decline.

Normally, in the following years, their family's interests would be gradually devoured.

But now, after showcasing the copper coffin's effect, the business turned into a monopoly, and their position suddenly stabilized.

Everyone needed them.

Every cloud has a silver lining.

Yu Ziqing didn't pay much attention to the Abyss's matter; he just quietly went to the Abyss and took a distant look at the Bloodthirsty Devil Flower.

It still survived in the desert, the Blood River was still there, but who knew how long it could last?

If the Blood River disappeared, those who went to the Undying Mandala layer of the Abyss might never return.

This was a reminder for Yu Ziqing to prepare more Dao Marks while idle; in case of getting lost one day, he could find a way back.

Returning to Jinlan Mountain, Yu Ziqing went to check on the Juice.

It was growing well, with lush branches and leaves; the leaves were shiny green, full of vitality.

Under the main stem, in the pressurized pod, a hint of white new roots induced by pressure could be faintly seen.

The high-pressure root induction method was working well, looking quite successful at the moment.

Once the roots in the pressurized pod are full, it can be transplanted.

Then the Juice could break free from the restrictions of the old stump.

According to Yu Ziqing's understanding, those Immortal Herbs also followed certain rules.

The old stump had been there too long, its root system already lignified; the absorbing roots were long non-functional.

Blooming nine times was the limit, not because of the branches and leaves above, but the foundation below was at fault.

Yu Ziqing sat in front of the Juice, explaining his current successful experiences, and also shared the knowledge he had learned before.

These would transform into nutrients to nourish the Juice.

Yu Ziqing treated it like an ordinary victory spring flower, confident its vitality was more than enough to support this, to thrive, and thrive well, so the result would surely develop in this direction.

"I raised victory spring flowers before; even the most delicate ones survived. You're so easy to care for, so you definitely can."

The Juice spread its leaves, basking in the sun, absorbing the stories Yu Ziqing told, turning them into nourishment.

All around, the Magic Plants, like family members watching a physician treating a patient, craned their necks to listen, not caring if they understood.

Ultimately, as long as they understood they could be healed, each sighed in relief.

The small snakes on the Snake Willows also relaxed, letting their heads droop down, at ease.

Before Yu Ziqing left, the Snake Willows quickly extended a bunch of heads, flicking their tongues, trying hard to grin foolishly, blocking Yu Ziqing.

"What's up? Want food again? Do you think food grows on trees?"

Yu Ziqing scolded them with a smile, but still took out some giant shark meat from the stock to feed the Magic Plants.

He also irrigated the vegetarian Little Bodhi Tree Demon with some Vitality Water.

The rhythm of life slowed down once again.

And that was the standard rhythm of a Cultivator.

Most of the time was dedicated to cultivation, comprehension, etc.

The village was bustling, livelier, the hungry ghosts remained as always.

Few hungry ghosts had special abilities, so in his spare time, Yu Ziqing, with plenty of sweet rain in stock, went around Jinlan Mountain, spreading the sweet rain, offering it to the hungry ghosts.

At least it allowed some of these fellows to gain more normal spiritual wisdom.

Upon coming out of there, a chef ghost was already waiting, seeing Yu Ziqing, immediately approached with a bundle wrapped in oilpaper, containing beef jerky.

"Young master, try the new beef jerky."

Yu Ziqing opened it to find it looking much like the beef jerky he used to have. Taking a bite, the taste was just right.