Yu Ziqing had heard countless times before about legends of Ninth Tier Body Cultivators.

Just like in Daqian, commonly known, there was only one Ninth Tier body cultivator who neither served the Daqian court nor was a member of the Langya Institute, and strictly speaking, wasn't even a sect member.

This individual was merely named in a sect as a patron who took money without involving himself in any affairs.

With no worries of his own and as an undying body cultivator himself, truly nobody dared to provoke him carelessly.

Along the eastern coast of Daqian, a legend of overturning rivers and seas persisted to this day.

Nearly a thousand years ago, the Black Jiao Dragon King of the East Sea somehow enraged this esteemed lord, who then fought the Black Jiao Dragon King tirelessly for full three years.

From hundreds of miles along the coastline, to nearly ten thousand miles deep into the East Sea, this vast area was their battlefield. At that time near this maritime area, waves churned ceaselessly year-round, with the aftermath of their battle causing dozens of tsunamis strong enough to reach the shores yearly.

The naturally mighty Jiao dragon, whose physical strength was comparable to that of a body cultivator, and this esteemed lord, were actually incapable of killing each other. Yet, this lord painstakingly persisted for three years, physically exhausting the Jiao Dragon King to the point of qi-blood depletion and demon qi exhaustion.

In the end, this lord single-handedly dragged the Black Jiao Dragon King by its tail from the sea to the shore and, in full view of the public, stripped its skin, pulled out its tendons, and crushed its Jiao Soul into nothingness.

It was utterly ferocious.

Sincere then, as centered around Peeling Coast, not a single demon of Fourth Tier or above can be seen in the ten thousand miles of sea, and even ordinary fishermen dare to fish in the nearby waters.

Emperor Qian even granted him a title, although this lord never paid any attention to Emperor Qian. Seaside fishermen erected a Life Temple to worship him, and everyone from the top to the bottom of Daqian turned a blind eye.

Latter to save some face, the Ministry of Rites quietly went through some procedures, officially stating that the Life Temple of the Peeling Coast was fully compliant and legal, not some unauthorized immoral or evil temple.

This is the deterrence of a high-tier body cultivator, a qualitative change after layer upon layer.

Don't look at those self-styled high-cultivation Refining God cultivators, who kill others easily as if playing a game; but on the other hand, there are many ways to kill them too.

Yu Ziqing's goal was to become such a body cultivation overlord.

If he couldn't achieve this goal in the short term, having a similar overlord cover him would do.

If he ever got hammered, he would just go back and report it to his family, which, well, isn't shameful since it's his elders after all.

Therefore, Yu Ziqing paid exceptional attention to the cultivator and mental health of the village chief.

Now he really wasn't going anywhere, just squatting in the village, supervising the village chief every day.

Er Han was almost moved to tears, and now the village chief didn't train him every day; he was merrily practicing that tedious fine control, and when moving his muscles and bones, he went to old Yang.

The other villagers in the village also slowed down their cultivation, and the entire village's sense of urgency instantly vanished.

Besides his daily cultivation, old Yang burrowed into the ground to plant mushrooms and tried cultivating other Spiritual Medicines, using materials brought by Yu Ziqing to start setting up a Big Array around Jinlan Mountain.

This wasn't something that could be completed in one or two days; he started by setting up a perimeter warning array, slowly adding to it over time.

In this rare tranquility, three months passed.

The civil war in Dazhen was still ongoing and becoming more intense.

Dali that had swallowed those territories was having a comfortable time, paying no price at all.

Now that those territories were almost fully assimilated, they still claimed to be exterminating the White Sun Evil Cult.

The funniest part was Dazhen, sending a diplomatic mission to Dali to discuss this matter, but ended up with two different diplomatic groups upon arrival in Dali.

One group represented Emperor Zhen, and the other represented King Xiang. These two groups hadn't even started discussing the territorial issues before they started arguing and then fighting amongst themselves.

This joke became widely ridiculed, Cece even made it a special joke in letters to Tianxin.

Daqian was also not very peaceful recently, quiet on the outside but fiercely power-struggling internally, with Emperor Qian recently retreating in seclusion. The princes below him almost wished they could take the opportunity to kill off the other competing princes.

Two months ago, Uncle Fu also sent a message.

Uncle Fu said he asked for Yu Ziqing's forgiveness as the Eastern Palace was handing out rewards for deeds including the slaying of the White Sun Holy Mother, a merit he shamelessly claimed because he really needed the reward from the Eastern Palace.

Of course, upon seeing the message, Yu Ziqing automatically translated it to: someone's investigating how the White Sun Holy Mother died, I'll take the blame, I've handled the aftermath, but you still need to be careful yourself.

In the past few months, not leaving the house, Yu Ziqing's external contacts were all through Uncle Fu, and most of the news also came from him, so he wasn't completely ignorant about the outside world.

Ending another day of cultivation as usual, Yu Ziqing took out the triangular ring for the first time.

He could hold back very well, even putting a spoils of war into the Despair Abyss for a few months, and only after knowing what it was and confirming it was safe, he could still hold back for a few months more.

He indeed wanted to leak some of his own information but couldn't let others see his eagerness; it was best to appear very cautious and secretive.

Even if information was eventually obtained, it should seem like the discoverer was smart, having caught just a small clue or tail, and that's how he found the information.

More than six months ago, Yu Ziqing, having been ambushed by the previous owner of this ring, had contemplated a great deal. Now, seeing the ring again, his thoughts multiplied even further.

It was time to go in and meet the other ring owners.

The moment he activated the triangular ring, he saw the miniature seven-story tower before him expand, becoming as large as a real tower.

With a thought, he channeled a wisp of energy from his manifested Divine Soul, which flew into the vortex of the tower's first floor.

This wisp of his Divine Soul power materialized on the first floor, taking the form of a gaunt hungry ghost. Following Yu Ziqing's thought, his form slowly shifted into that of a normal human, albeit appearing as a mere shadow, with no facial features discernible.

Inside the tower, the space seemed vast, with all windows sealed shut and walls and columns densely covered in ancient runes.

Only the wall directly opposite the entrance was blank initially, but as soon as Yu Ziqing stepped in, numerous runes emerged from the edges, eventually filling up ninety-nine percent of the wall.

In the center was a single rune, and the moment he saw it, Yu Ziqing understood its purpose.

The ring in his hand corresponded to the first floor of this tower, designated as seat number seven.

The first floor was his but also a place where others could leave public messages.

Now, by imprinting his mark on the first floor, he could truly own this ring, and while the first floor would belong to him, others could still leave messages for everyone or for him alone here.

Yu Ziqing quickly accepted this setup.

It could roughly be considered akin to a username and avatar, the mark left behind could be seen as the backend's True Name.

The username was naturally fixed as Number Seven, and now it was time to leave his mark.

Standing before the wall, he pondered for a moment, then manifested his Divine Soul's hungry ghost form, baring his teeth in a smile that wasn't quite discernible as such and stamped it in the center of the wall.

Watching the runes on the wall dissipate and revert to a plain wall, more text soon emerged.

On the left side of the wall was the public space, visible to everyone; the right side was reserved for Number Seven, visible only to him, the floor master of the first floor.

Yu Ziqing thought that the master from years ago really knew how to have fun, developing forum and private messaging functionalities.

His inventions must have been numerous, but sadly, few of these are remembered today; the products created by later generations are mostly famous for warfare and conflict.

Ironically, what this master is most remembered for is his last failed attempt, which is somewhat poignant to think about.

In the future, Yu Ziqing might use this ring as a reference. If he could dramatically reduce the cost—not to replicate it entirely but slash ninety-nine percent whilst retaining the core forum and messaging functionalities—then he could truly make money effortlessly.

No, the forum and messaging functionalities should be sold separately.

Yu Ziqing first looked at the left side of the wall; there wasn't much content.

"Need a map of Silver Lake Forbidden Land, Number Four."

"Need a method to obtain or a ready supply of sweet rain for hungry ghosts, terms negotiable, Number Five."

"Need recent whereabouts of Peeling Master over the last year, Number Six."

The content was written, each person's handwriting different, followed by automatically emerging imprints.

Upon reading the last entry, Yu Ziqing immediately laughed out loud.

This Peeling Master was none other than that Undying Realm Body Cultivator from the Daqian Dynasty, colloquially known by this nickname, which even he didn't mind. Addressed by this nickname in person, he'd always respond cheerfully.

As for the real name, even if Number Six knew it, he probably wouldn't dare to write it here recklessly.

Continuing to the private messages on the right, densely packed with many messages, all for the original Number Seven, nothing of value caught his eye.

But the last message was for the new Number Seven.

"Welcome new Number Seven, if you need information, especially within the range of South Zhen, you can leave me a message on the fifth floor, exchange of information for information, Number Three."

Seeing nothing of use, and the most recent content apparently partially obscured by later posts, Yu Ziqing touched the wall and gently swiped downward.

New runes appeared, blurring the content on the right side of the wall momentarily, then, as Yu Ziqing had thought, all previous content vanished, displaying the overlaid previous messages.

Yu Ziqing barely noticed this change, his gaze was already captured by one message above.

"Number Seven, you were recently in the southern part of Dazhen, right? There's a small favor I need you to handle urgently. Please help eliminate a fourth-tier Qi Refining cultivator, who is also injured. You will find the details at the pavilion outside the west gate of Cold Smoke City.

I have a piece of information that could serve as payment; we will discuss it face-to-face next time we meet, Number Two."

Yu Ziqing looked at this message, purportedly to be hidden, and suddenly laughed.

How ironic, this Cold Smoke City was precisely the small city where they had been ambushed back then.