Yu Ziqing took a short sword covered in rust from inside his robe.
As he held it in his hand, the rust on the short sword turned to powder and slowly drifted down.
Yu Ziqing's aura gradually rose. His divine soul, which had already been on the verge of manifesting, began to take shape as well, transforming into the form of a Hungry Ghost.
Black qi surged from his divine soul, turning into yin energy so dense it condensed into black water and spilled out.
Once all the rust had fallen from the short sword, it slowly transformed into a long sword that was pitch-black from hilt to tip.
The pommel was the head of a Hungry Ghost roaring with its mouth stretched wide. The hilt was piled together from twisted limbs. The guard had become two Hungry Ghosts with their arms crossed over their chests, eyes glaring wide as they grinned ferociously. The blade was covered in densely packed, bizarre Runes, radiating a heavy aura of curses.
This time, his cultivation had not risen by much. At most, he now had the strength of the fifth rank. Yet the power he had drawn out was the power of the Hungry Ghost path.
Yu Ziqing raised the long sword in his hand and smiled at the White Sun Holy Mother.
"Interrogating you seems pointless. Fine, then. Go die."
The White Sun Holy Mother stared fixedly at Yu Ziqing and instantly sensed that the power within him absolutely belonged to the Hungry Ghost path.
He revealed a sliver of a smile as well, grinning with wild abandon.
"Hahahaha..."
After laughing, he bared his teeth and asked,
"What's your name?"
"Don't answer him." Uncle Fu immediately replied to Yu Ziqing.
Yu Ziqing smiled.
"It's fine, Uncle Fu."
"Listen well. I never change