Master of Strange Dao Chapter 1179 - 305: Disgraceful Scum, Sellout Teammate

At that ti, Yu Ziqing was quite puzzled, but later he found out that there really were similar Dharma thods. It was just that he was uneducated and inexperienced back then, so he didn't know.

And later, when he discovered the Saint, he learned that this thod of ascension had a mature route, but nobody used it anymore.

The biggest reason it was barely used had two main points.

First, it is unstable, and so is the cost, and most of the ti, the cost is sowhat high.

Second, the entities from which power can be borrowed have practically disappeared.

Moreover, with the developnt of the era, many materials are lost, especially biological materials, many of which are completely cut off.

This path has not had people continuously researching and perfecting it, and even replacing materials has beco a huge problem.

The three paths of Qi Refinent, Refining God, and Body Refinent are laid out there, and various talents can practically find their correspondences.

For those without any talent, as long as they are willing to endure hardships, they can also go for Body Refinent.

After all, most people never expect to advance to the Ninth Tier; if they are willing to put in hard work and cooperate with so resources, achieving the Fourth and Fifth Tier is not a difficult task.

To put it bluntly, for those without resources to refine their bodies, being this poor, they shouldn't expect to be able to produce the various materials needed for rituals and sacrificial techniques, or even find a power lending entity to ascend.

That is truly unrealistic.

Yu Ziqing wanted to study his own augntation through this kind of research.

To study the strange borrowed power Dharma thod he forcibly deduced.

Forcefully maintaining the strongest state, no matter the consumption or injury, he could maintain it, but when the two-hour period was up, he had to return all the consud power.

Yu Ziqing kept wondering, from where was the power borrowed? To whom was it returned?

He was puzzled how the strange Secret Technique was like this, have a loan, have a return.

But his sword-drawing ability needed no repaynt, it was as if it ca out of thin air. At most, the power would disappear when ti was up, but what was consud didn't matter.

And to unleash a sword-draw explosion, he had to obtain a certain degree of information on the target, the more complete the better. In the current view, it has a great similarity to power-borrowing thods based on rituals and sacrificial techniques.

Both require rather troubleso prerequisites.

After going around in circles, Yu Ziqing discovered that current research was very helpful to him, making him even more interested.

The things he's currently co in contact with are the closest to his augntation ability.

The gap is indeed large, but the similarities are also many; borrowing stones from other mountains to attack jade, Yu Ziqing cannot give up.

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"In their eyes, I am a disgrace, I am a failure, but I'm still alive, and they are dead, hahaha..."

The Black Shadow Man drank wine, ate Spirit Fruit, listened to music; after getting a bit tipsy, he beca sowhat wanton, bragging aimlessly like other guests.

The guests nearby couldn't understand his headless and tailless words, but they could understand the sentints.

"Yeah, being alive is the real skill; when people are dead, what use is it." A guest who was getting a bit big-tongued agreed.

"I really like this wine, it's a good thing; being able to get drunk is truly nice." The Black Shadow Man raised his wine cup and downed it in one go, without dispelling the effects of the alcohol, feeling that being human is truly nice, still able to get drunk.

This place is also really nice; having held back for so many years, now he can talk nonsense or speak the plain truth here without anyone caring.

Here, no one would even care about who he really is, as long as you pay, you're the master.

"For dangerous things, you still have to let your subordinates go; otherwise, who knows when you'll die."

"Ah yes yes yes, raising them isn't it so that they can do things? There's no such thing as taking benefits without doing things." The big-tongued person agreed casually, making it seem rather reasonable.

"Oh, fortunately, I was a bit cautious so ti ago, otherwise I'd be dead now.

I really liked that little guy, it would have truly saddened if he died just like that."

"So brother, you're here to drink away your sorrows, right? Say no more, it's all in the wine, co, drink."

"You're absolutely right, do as you wish, I'll drink it." The Black Shadow Man slapped his thigh, picked up the wine jar, and glugged down a jar of wine.

The Black Shadow Man felt that his forr self, being cautious in daily affairs, was indeed quite right.

This era, which seems truly good, the era with the strongest being only the Ninth Tier, is not as harmonious as described in the Black Shadow Man's mory.

His Little Black, dead, dead as can be.

He wanted to try supplenting with a Heart-eating Ghost, spending a lot of effort running around for several days, found a dozen Heart-eating Ghosts, did a good deed by slaughtering those Heart-eating Ghosts.

Unfortunately, the current ghosts are really rubbish; only one of the Heart-eating Ghosts that got killed was suitable to ascend the Incense Fire Bridge after death.

And the one that ascended hadn't even transford into Little Black before being completely obliterated.

Now he can't even find a new Heart-eating Ghost, because the current Divine Dynasty doesn't have the favorable conditions for such ghosts.

These dozen or so were likely accumulated over many years of storage.

His Little Black just died like that, and the Black Shadow Man actually felt quite regretful.

If only he hadn't sent the Heart-eating Ghost, letting a Fierce Ghost go instead would've been better; there's no shortage of Fierce Ghosts in this world.

Even if a Fierce Ghost died, finding a substitute later would've been easier, and now he's having difficulty even finding a Heart-eating Ghost to try.

He heard others say that these years, Cannibals have beco pitifully few, let alone those who died by having their hearts gouged out and successfully beca Heart-eating Ghosts, which are as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.

Slightly tipsy, the Black Shadow Man glanced towards the northwest direction, understanding in his heart that in that direction, the only place that could completely eradicate his Little Black, was a Forbidden Land of Jinlan Mountain.