Su Li left, and before leaving, she quietly left a lot of information for Yu Ziqing.

Although none of it was confidential, it was enough for Yu Ziqing to understand the various forces within the Dali territory.

Judging from the handwriting, it was clear that Su Li had written it all by hand over an extended period.

Just this information would take Yu Ziqing a long time to go through.

In the future, when interacting with people from Dali, it wouldn't guarantee knowing their preferences in advance, but at least it would help avoid missteps.

For example, equating the Posthouse Official on the same level as Kun You in front of them.

It's only because the Posthouse Official was simple-minded; with others, the first impression would be ruined.

Perhaps someone would turn around and curse you as an ignorant fool; not knowing even the most basic taboos when first meeting someone clearly indicated insufficient strength and sincerity.

Naturally, Yu Ziqing needed to understand this information thoroughly.

After a few days, Uncle Fu gradually updated Yu Ziqing on the latest developments.

Liu Xin, the High Priest of the White Sun Evil Cult, had disappeared without a trace.

As for the White Sun Holy Mother, there was not a single clue from start to finish, as if they never even appeared.

The captured cities were now basically stable, and the resistance forces of the White Sun Evil Cult had been crushed.

However, within Dazhen, a few sporadic resistance forces appeared but were swiftly suppressed.

The civilians were settled by experienced professional teams and were mostly stable.

According to previous disaster relief experience in the western Dali, complete stability would be restored in two to three months at most.

Once those civilians began farming and having their own land and property, no one would desire stability more than they would.

"Uncle Fu, may I ask you something? Do you know where the mortals taken from the White Sun Evil Cult's base have been settled?"

"I'm not clear about that, but I can inquire; obtaining the information should be easy."

"Then I would trouble Uncle Fu." Yu Ziqing cupped his hands in thanks, "Also, I wonder if Uncle Fu is busy in the coming days?"

Uncle Fu's expression shifted slightly, and he immediately spoke.

"The family business is already settled, much sooner than I expected. What's left can be handled by the Shopkeeper here, so I don't have much to do anymore and I might return."

"It's like this. I also need to leave this place to handle some matters, but currently, I'm just a Body Cultivator in the Returning to the Orifices Realm, and I fear accidents. I would like to trouble Uncle Fu to accompany us, having a Great Cultivator like Uncle Fu with us would put my mind at ease."

"Oh, is that so? I indeed have nothing urgent, accompanying you is no bother. What do you need to do?"

"You'll understand once you get the information, Uncle Fu. Now, I'm not sure myself."

A day later, Uncle Fu obtained the information Yu Ziqing wanted.

The mortals from the White Sun Evil Cult's base were dispersed to prevent them from gathering and easily being incited again.

Nearly ten thousand people were dispersed into over a hundred small towns, and the people assigned to each town were further scattered into the surrounding villages. Even if a few former believers tried to stir trouble, they couldn't even cause a disturbance in the village.

In the villages, they were given land, grain, seeds, and farming tools. If they didn't work diligently and only thought of chanting without producing, the villagers would teach them a lesson.

The Vice Minister of the Ministry of Revenue handled matters meticulously and responsibly, registering all these mortals and setting household registrations. Now, the information was directly accessible for use.

Yu Ziqing, accompanied by Uncle Fu, with Cece and Wu Shuangge, left Xinyu City.

From Xinyu City, they moved through the cities one by one.

He intended to personally meet all the mortals who came out of the White Sun Evil Cult's base.

The people of Dali believed the White Sun Holy Mother had fled, or this generation's White Sun Holy Mother hadn't appeared at all.

Yu Ziqing didn't believe it.

The White Sun Holy Mother must have appeared and must have been backfired by the power of Hungry Ghost Incense.

The more Yu Ziqing understood about these Evil Daos, the more convinced he became of his judgment.

That High Priest Liu Xin had managed to escape decades ago and survived, so it was no surprise he ran again now.

Yu Ziqing didn't believe Uncle Fu and his group would understand the value of Daqian's Void Escape Talisman as deeply as Yang, who had personally handled it.

The production of such precious talismans, every year, was precisely in single digits, sometimes as few as three a year.

The materials were precious, also depending on whether the great cultivator who crafted it had the time, mood, and willingness to make it; even then, it wasn't always successful.

The final products, whether rewarded or distributed to someone, were secretly recorded within the Langya Institute.

No matter how powerful those Evil Daos were, it was absolutely impossible for them to obtain a second one.

If they had two, once the news spread, the Langya Institute would erupt, and surely some big figure would suffer serious consequences.

Because everyone with access to this was a significant figure.

He couldn't believe the White Sun Holy Mother, who suffered two rebounds, had run away.

Upon hearing the Evil Daos at the base had been completely slaughtered, and only those nearly ten thousand mortals were left alive, Yu Ziqing had a thought.

If put in the opposite position, and the subordinate, who had a history of fleeing, escaped first, then being himself the White Sun Holy Mother, would have only two choices.

First, directly hanging oneself and restarting.

Second, blending in with those mortals to escape.

Considering that the White Sun Holy Mother had just suffered a backlash, her most direct way to resolve it was to dissolve the cultivation and rebuild. For the White Sun Holy Mother walking the Divine Path of Incense, that should be a minor issue, at most rebuilding.

Blending in amongst the mortals in this situation should be relatively straightforward.

But how to conceal oneself, Yu Ziqing couldn't guess.

Logically, the appearance and temperament of the White Sun Holy Mother throughout history, as recorded, were very striking.

Possibly after dissolving the cultivation, the temperament became less eye-catching, or it changed due to the backlash.

As for the exact consequences of the rebounding power of the Hungry Ghost Incense, Yu Ziqing only knew it would be extremely fierce, so intense that the Divine Soul would suffer. What exactly it looked like, he hadn't seen the first one to test it out, nor did he himself know.

To determine whether his guess was correct, he just needed to verify it in person.

Right now, he intended to use the simplest method, viewing those nearly ten thousand mortals one by one with his own eyes.

As long as he saw them in person, he could surely identify who had been backfired by the power of the Hungry Ghost Incense.

Uncle Fu had no idea what Yu Ziqing was up to; he simply followed along, seeing it as a chance to relax and also protect Yu Ziqing.

He was quite happy since his condition kept improving.

After another Almsgiving to the Hungry Ghost, the Devil Thoughts in his Heart Field dwindled significantly. Now, regular cultivation presented no major obstacles.

Even in a situation requiring combat, exerting full force for an hour should pose no problem.

If prolonged fighting worsened the situation, he could restore it again.

Yu Ziqing, following the household registration list, passed through villages one by one.

Close at hand, he personally saw the mortals on the list, eliminating them one by one.

In the blink of an eye, three months had passed.

Yu Ziqing traveled from the eastern Xinyu City all the way to the most western Bianlan City.

Despite the journey, he found nothing.

Yu Ziqing chuckled somewhat helplessly, convinced he might have guessed wrong and that the White Sun Holy Mother had fled long ago.

However, with only thirteen villages under Bianlan City remaining, having come so far, he was determined to investigate them all.

Having come this far, he decided to see it through to the end.

...

Shepherd Village.

The White Sun Holy Mother sat proudly on a platform, while all the villagers below bowed in reverence, endlessly chanting.

The person at the forefront was the village chief.

Tasked with strict discipline towards former believers, he was instead leading the chanting at this moment.

The White Sun Holy Mother's poison scabs had not yet fallen, yet strength was gradually returning.

After an hour of chanting and worship, the devout villagers immediately reverted to their usual peaceful selves, tending to the fields with laughter and casual chatter.

The White Sun Holy Mother too returned to their previous state, wielding a hoe as they proceeded to the next village.

Previously, he acted just like this, personally brainwashing one by one, developing followers, slowly and cautiously growing from the bottom.

Rarely needing to personally intervene anymore, he'd refrained from doing so due to the efficiency of simply and crudely brainwashing large numbers of chanting machines.

The White Sun Holy Mother moved swiftly to the next village, continuing to receive worship and incense for an hour before moving on.

Though troublesome, it avoided drawing attention and didn't alter the village's setup.

The mortals brainwashed by the White Sun Holy Mother wouldn't lose their selves, unlike the chanting machines.

Shortly after the White Sun Holy Mother left, Yu Ziqing and his companions entered Shepherd Village from the other side.

"Old man, I'm asking you something. Where is Aunt Li's family, who was allocated here earlier, residing?"

An elderly man working in the fields, seeing how clean and tidy Yu Ziqing and the others were dressed, seemed somewhat timid.

"Don't be afraid, old man. I'm sent by County Magistrate Cao. Once those new residents who were allocated here have lived for three months, they can receive grain and farming tools. If they perform well, they can even get a donkey. I'm here to assess and register."

Saying so, Yu Ziqing waved his hand, and suddenly a sack of grain and several rusty farming tools appeared on the ground.

Upon seeing the unsophisticated tools offered, the elderly man believed him. Immediately, he walked up from the fields.

"Come, I'll take you."

As the elder led Yu Ziqing away, a young man in the fields quickly dropped his tools and rushed out of the village.

Arriving at a mud house, Yu Ziqing found an old woman alone at home.

Before long, the daughter of the elderly woman, who was out working, also returned.

Yu Ziqing merely glanced and confirmed that the seemingly delicate and slender young girl was just an ordinary person, her feet caked with mud, her eyes holding a hint of anticipation for the grain.

Leaving them with a sack of grain and two rusty farming tools, Yu Ziqing found no need to linger, especially since the family's elder son was out working and hadn't returned yet.

Just as he was about to leave, he paused slightly, glancing at his own left arm.

The Death Prohibition Rune had finally emitted a weak response.

However, the response didn't come from within the courtyard but from outside.

Seeing a dark-skinned youth walking briskly down the village path toward him, covered in sores with blood scabs and scars on his exposed arms, he realized he looked like someone severely burned before.

The closer he got, the more apparent Yu Ziqing's sensation became.

Yu Ziqing was dumbfounded.

Was it this person?

And it was a man?