The sealing suppressed remnants, and the Feng family participated. Yu Ziqing was not surprised.
Such matters were difficult to bypass the Feng and Yin Two Families.
Suddenly, Yu Ziqing looked out the window and pointed at that Bodhi Tree Demon.
There was a hint of shock in his eyes, along with a bit of realization.
"Could it be what I think it is?"
"That's right." Feng Buju nodded and sighed.
"That year, I vaguely felt that one of the seals seemed to be loosening, and when I went to check, I found it.
It absorbed a portion of Old Emperor Zhen's devil blood, giving rise to spiritual wisdom.
Under normal circumstances, this would undoubtedly become a devil, an evil devil. Destroying it would be the rightful path.
But who would have thought, it was a Bodhi Tree transformed into a demon, naturally incompatible with devils.
It didn't develop strong spiritual wisdom. Though it could only cultivate Devil Dao, it did not nurture devil thoughts.
I couldn't bear to destroy it, so I brought it back and planted it in the mountain.
Since it was a creation, I gave it a chance at life.
Now it's carefree, unlike other Bodhi Tree Demons, being used as spiritual materials or spiritual medicine.
That isn't necessarily a bad thing."
"If anything happens to it, you can contact me directly, and I'll come to deal with any devil thoughts. Our Jinlan Mountain still has some techniques."
Yu Ziqing took out a jade scroll and handed it to Feng Buju.
This was something he made himself, the simplest communication jade scroll. Just crush it, each marked with a number.
He remembered to whom he gave them, and if one was crushed, he would know who sought him.
There wasn't a word of information.
He didn't quite trust those writable communication jade scrolls or the communication flying swords.
Only now did he somewhat understand why there were still Posthouse Officials for message delivery, despite the existence of communication jade scrolls and flying swords.
The security level was entirely different, and the speed wasn't necessarily slower than others'.
"My friend, are you planning to help King Xiang rescue Old Emperor Zhen?"
"No." Yu Ziqing shook his head, denying it flatly.
"What you said, senior, is somewhat problematic. I don't want to help King Xiang. I am merely interested in the devil.
You should know, senior, that the millions of hungry ghosts in Jinlan Mountain don't usually need resources.
But they do need to eat, and a Great Devil is perfect enough to satiate millions of hungry ghosts for once.
The hungry ghosts in the Abyssal Rift sometimes receive almsgiving, where they can eat and help people dispel internal devil thoughts.
The millions of hungry ghosts in Jinlan Mountain rely on me to find them food."
"Haha," Feng Buju laughed heartily at Yu Ziqing's earnest appearance.
"Indeed, I don't want to help King Xiang either, as it's unrelated to him.
It's just that when I was young, Old Emperor Zhen saved my father's life.
My father, no longer the Family Head, quietly cultivated in the back mountain, but still remembered those events.
With these matters on his mind, progress was impossible.
When catastrophe struck, he turned to dust.
Now, if there's a chance to resolve my father's concerns, I would naturally be willing."
Yu Ziqing glanced at Feng Buju, secretly impressed.
These big shots surely fabricated better reasons than his own, more justifiable.
In the end, everyone wanted to rescue Old Emperor Zhen and restore him.
But everyone's reasons and goals for this task differed, not aligning with King Xiang or Old Emperor Zhen.
Old Emperor Zhen was just a tool person, coincidentally benefiting from it.
Yu Ziqing poured a cup of tea for Feng Buju.
"It seems, senior, you know where the other parts are?"
"No, I know only two: the torso and right arm." Feng Buju paused before continuing.
"But the Yin Family knows where the left arm and left leg are. As for the most important head, I do not know its location.
In those days, for security, everything was sealed and suppressed separately. No one person knew where all parts were sealed.
Actually, I've always wondered why his right leg suddenly broke free back then, necessitating another sealing over a hundred years ago.
Unfortunately, the person who restrained and sealed his right leg has fallen, and this secret is likely unsolved.
My knowledge of two locations is because back then, the Feng family contributed significantly during the sealing and suppression.
As for the head, we must ask others to identify the one who suppressed it."
Yu Ziqing thought silently. It was often said that the sealing named two families but seemed closer than family in reality, it was true.
Back then, the operation was blind selection and suppression, nine people with three taking a rest, leaving six to suppress individually.
But in practice, the difficulty was too high, leading the two families to manage four.
They didn't disclose their seals' locations, yet each knew what parts the two families sealed.
"Could you share?" Yu Ziqing asked.
"I can't say directly, but if someone follows me secretly to check the seals, then it's beyond my control."
Yu Ziqing realized he had learned something.
These people knew how to exploit loopholes very well.
No wonder so many people wasted time cultivating the Silence Spell, striving to reach higher levels.
The low-tier Silence Spell had practically become synonymous with trash secret techniques.
These people had drilled the Silence Spell to perforation.
Even old monsters like Yang, affected by the Silence Divine Spell, could deduce the approximate sealed items.
What could these guys not exploit?
"I'm heading out in half a month to the southwest wilderness."
"Then I won't disturb you further and should also return." Yu Ziqing grasped the hint and immediately rose to bid farewell.
Passing by the Bodhi Tree Demon, Yu Ziqing waved at it.
"Hey, I'm leaving. I'll visit when I have time."
A face appeared on the tree demon's trunk, making a tearfully reluctant expression, and waved its branches vigorously to bid Yu Ziqing farewell.