"Is he... still not dead?" If Wei Zhengdao wasn’t dead, Li Zhiyuan would be quite disappointed. Because all those guys he’d seen who achieved an existence beyond human limits had without exception become neither human nor ghost. The one in the Wanjiang Underground Palace, Yu Xuzi from Zhengmen Village, including the "it" now speaking with him, all turned out like that. As a young man, he read Wei Zhengdao’s books and enjoyed the style reflected between the words. This was a very narcissistic guy, unrestrained by rules and fond of daringly edging at the brink of taboos. Li Zhiyuan would never admit to admiring him, but he couldn’t deny that he really appreciated him. He was willing to dig step by step into Wei Zhengdao’s story, explore his traces, and uncover his life. Yet as a young man, he didn’t wish to see him still alive, living humbly and filthily twisted. He should be dead, a normal death, which would make him the perfect Wei Zhengdao. This feeling was much like the three disciples from Xue, Zheng, and Zeng surnames back then, in their attitude toward their master Yu Xuzi, who sacrificed himself to seal the demon. That was the master they recognized and admired. It: "I don’t know..." "You don’t know whether he’s alive, yet you want me to kill him?" "Aren’t I still alive?" "But just because you’re alive doesn’t mean he is." "Don’t you think this ’what if’ sounds quite ridiculous?" "You’ve indeed grown up and dare to speak to me ..." "I’m just being honest." "Is it the backing from Jiang’s journey or the broken tablets of the two families..." It knew about the Qin and Liu Families. It and the Qin and Liu Families weren’t from the same era. But since it opened its eyes and stirred from the water monkey incident, indirectly becoming the guardian of this "earth temple," preventing other evils from approaching, let alone being born. Then it couldn’t possibly be unaware of the Liu Family who also resided in the village. Presumably, Grandma Liu should also be aware of its existence. Only one was in self-seclusion waiting for time to utterly wear itself away, while the other lived in seclusion praying for some luck to cure her granddaughter’s illness. Indeed, neither side had the reason or necessity to erupt into conflict. There wasn’t even a need for communication, sensing each other’s existence was enough, making further steps unnecessary. It really didn’t want to cause trouble. Not out of fear, but laziness. Those nearly twenty people with the water monkey, it skinned them as it said; even the slightest more glance back then might have had it and Run Sheng end up as boiled shrimp on a platter. So, when Li Zhiyuan returned, he was willing to go to Big Beard’s house to offer it a sacrifice. Before Li Zhiyuan could respond, it spoke again: "If I weren’t ridiculous, how could I have been deceived by him..." "I’m just a laughable fool..." "An incurable idiot..." Li Zhiyuan: "Should I try to comfort you?" "Thank you for bringing peace to this region." "Thanking me for wiping your ass, huh..." Due to the incident with Little Huang Ying, he saw another side of this world, and discovered those books in Grandmaster’s basement, officially stepping through the door. Li Zhiyuan once studied the theory of this dirty thing aggregation. Trying to stop Jiang’s journey yet needed another lighted lamp declaring failure, Grandma Liu’s special secluded method avoiding karma at all costs, he meanwhile was reading and researching, under the influence of Grandmaster’s luck, leading waves of dirty things nearby. During that time, Nantong seemed filled with death, evil everywhere, too much to handle. So, when it said it was wiping his ass, it wasn’t entirely wrong. Because then, he didn’t understand how to hide; oblivious to karma, like a child wielding a live gun. "Help me kill Wei Zhengdao..." "If he’s still alive..." "I told you you’re much like him having learned from his dark book..." "If he’s still alive Jiang’s currents would push you two closer..." "Precisely because I’m still alive, I don’t want him to be alive..." "But I don’t want him living as hideously as I am..." Upon hearing this, Li Zhiyuan suddenly understood its intentions. Because its sentiment, in a way, was akin to his own. It hated Wei Zhengdao, but didn’t want the Wei Zhengdao it hated to become degenerate and filthy. Li Zhiyuan could only remark inwardly: Wei Zhengdao’s charisma was indeed strong. Even someone who obsessively hated him for nearly a thousand years hoped his image would remain whole and flawless. "If I meet him, I will kill him, but not to help you, and frankly, it has nothing to do with you." Li Zhiyuan turned around, looking behind him. A man stood there, but his face kept shifting features. Initially becoming the village’s uncles and aunts, then mad, laughing, cold, foolish... It had chosen to suppress itself under the peach grove, knowing it was a calamity, perhaps often forgetting who it was. Yet it still remembered Wei Zhengdao. "As thanks, I can become one of the waves before you call the Dragon King..." "Can waves be arranged ?" When asking this question, Li Zhiyuan already had an answer in his heart. It should be... possible to arrange this way. He proactively sought out Langhua to pre-emptively resolve dead and evil spirits, wasn’t that also a way of finding clever gaps within rules?