Interfere and ddle with all the minor details.
The emperors of Dazhen, Dali, and Daqian definitely wouldn't do such things.
They would just set a broad direction, spending most of their ti secluded in the palace city cultivating, just like a normal cultivator.
They certainly wouldn't have nothing better to do than to run to so mountain village and live idly.
But Yu Ziqing would, and he would enjoy it imnsely.
As for the number of tis Yu Ziqing visited the sleeping quarters of Dadui's palace city, they are few enough to be counted on one's fingers.
The quiet room used for Qi Refinent and ditation has never been used at all.
Yu Ziqing never practiced Qi Refinent, so he had no need for it.
Determined this ti, if not for the lengthy ti required, Yu Ziqing wouldn't have hesitated to et every single subject in Dadui.
Now let's see how that guy alters things, and whether he still can.
Just wait and see.
Next, if there are any more alterations from Dadui's side, any small changes, Yu Ziqing just needs to compare with the records to detect inconsistencies.
Once he detects them, as long as he personally goes to investigate and sees the altered place himself, he will definitely feel an awkward sense of incongruity.
Yu Ziqing sipped tea, his expression calm and eyes serene.
The village chief suddenly appeared opposite Yu Ziqing, sat down, and joined in drinking tea.
After a few cups, the village chief asked with so curiosity.
"You seem to have bottled up quite a lot of anger this ti coming back."
"Do I?"
The village chief slightly turned his head, glancing at Er Han in the distance.
Er Han lay there with bruises and a swollen face, having over a dozen major bones broken.
Now lying there purely because he refused to take the Healing Pill, wanting to recover on his own, lest he recover too quickly and beco a target again.
Beside Er Han, villagers of Jinlan Mountain, exchange students from Dazhen, juniors, lay neatly on wooden beds.
Their state was no better than Er Han's.
They said that sunbathing here was rumored to speed up recovery.
In reality, it's all to slow down recovery to avoid being taken by Yu Ziqing for special training again.
Now lying here, their excuse was that they wanted to observe other people's special training.
"These years, they've all grown complacent.
Like Er Han, back in the day he was a tough guy who could still hold on after having dozens of bones broken.
Now, with just over a dozen broken, he starts moaning and groaning.
The others are even worse. If any unexpected event happens, it might lead to us overestimating our overall strength."
Yu Ziqing spoke with earnestness and concern.
The village chief nodded, his face darkening.
"Indeed, they've been a bit lax these years. From now on, I'll personally train them again.
If breaking one arm results in a lack of combat ability,
if breaking one leg makes a person almost useless,
that just ans they haven't been tempered enough.
If they go out like this, they're at risk of being easily killed.
In that case, it might be better to die here in the mountains, at least leaving a complete body."
Yu Ziqing returned and imdiately started rigorous training for the people of Jinlan Mountain, but the results were unsatisfactory.
After enjoying good days for not even that long, people grew complacent, and their bones weren't as tough.
Those first people from Jinlan Mountain who ventured out back in the day, they were fierce characters.
Even when injured to the point they were unrecognizable, they could still pounce back and counterattack with their teeth.
Even after having dozens of bones broken, they could still control their bodies using Qi-Blood, sprinting hundreds of miles to escape an ambush.
Now, with better foundations and higher realms, they may seem stronger, but in the village chief's eyes, they're all rubbish.
Without that fierceness and spirit, they shouldn't go out and embarrass themselves.
While drinking tea, a little girl about five or six years old with little pigtails ca running over vigorously with her short legs and jumped into the village chief's arms.
"Village chief grandpa, I'm hungry. Uncle Er Han said, Uncle Yu is back, so there'll be a feast."
"Alright, a feast." The village chief's stern face softened with a smile as he got up and picked up the little girl.
As he passed by Er Han while holding Han Dong's daughter, he gently stroked the little girl's head, directing her gaze elsewhere, and gave a light kick.
Without hearing any sound, they saw Er Han's figure beco a flicker, flying backward.
It was a few seconds later before any sound of him hitting sothing ca.
The village chief, smiling yet with a cold glint in his eyes, glanced over everyone else.
"We're eating soon, rember to co, not a single one can be missing."
Holding the little girl, the village chief left.
Those lying there, hoping to slack off, felt a chill in their hearts.
No escape now, new training starts tomorrow.
After the village chief walked away, they saw so people take out pills, gritting their teeth as they realigned their broken bones silently, jumping off the wooden beds.
The natives of Jinlan Mountain all operated like so.
So had misaligned bones that they had to break and realign themselves, not a single sound throughout the process.
Not fully recovered yet, so already started busying themselves, preparing for the feast.
This left the exchange students from Dazhen completely flabbergasted, having never seen such scenes before.
So even thought soone would gripe a bit.
Unexpectedly, not a peep was heard from anyone.
Judging by their looks, they didn't seem to have no choice but to accept; they genuinely seed willing to undergo the upcoming special training.
Now, nobody dared to say anything else.
Special training is special training then.
According to Jinlan Mountain's unique slogan, three hundred years of beings as cattle and horses, three thousand years of Buddhas as Dragon Elephants.
Getting beaten is getting beaten. Although it's tough now, the effects are incredibly effective; the survival rate after going out would skyrocket.
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