Chapter 177: Wu Ergong

Chapter 177: Wu Ergong

In the courtyard, Lu Heng was lost in his thoughts.

The two methods gave him inspiration, which he had never thought of before.

However, he saw some hope in these two secret books.

Under the gate of Hanyu Mountain now, there is the Demon Cultivator Sun Yan, the Daoist cultivator Xiao Ai, an even more bizarre Gu Yan, and the strange one who cultivates heavenly thunder - himself.

Xiao Ai and Gu Yan are now cultivating according to the cultivation methods of the demon race, making very slow progress.

After all, Xiao Ai and Gu Yan are not real demonic cultivators.

Even if Lu Heng were to develop a technique that allows one to cultivate the Heavenly Thunder Body, he would likely be the only one in the world who can cultivate it.

After all, besides him, who obtained the Heavenly Thunder by coincidence, no one else in the world can summon it.

In the future, new cultivation methods will need to be tailored specifically for Xiao Ai and Gu Yan.

If he can develop a cultivation method that allows everyone to cultivate, then wouldn't Xiao Ai and Gu Yan be able to cultivate with him too?

Such a novel yet interesting idea made Lu Heng quite pleased.

He was sitting in the small courtyard, intently reading the "Divine Skill" and "Demon Sutra" that he had in his hands.

When he was in Fushan City before, Lu Heng had already read a lot of books and had a general understanding of the cultivation methods of the various parties.

In the library of Fushan City's Fire God Temple, there are even cultivation methods for the magical path and the evil path.

Lu Heng was fortunate enough to have seen these extremely secretive cultivation manuals.

Of course, all the methods of cultivation put together are not as good as the two secret books in Lu Heng's hands.

But those cultivation methods of a slightly lower level are varied and greatly enriched Lu Heng's knowledge.

Now with these two top-level cultivation methods, Lu Heng instantly grasped their similarities and was filled with inspiration.

In the small courtyard, Huo Feng had slept inside the house for three days, and Lu Heng also sat outside without moving for three days.

Those two short works "Demon Sutra" and "Divine Skill" may be brief, yet they are profoundly mysterious. It could be said that they are the best of the secret arts that Lu Heng had seen.

Some of the content in it, although unrelated to heavenly thunder, made Lu Heng have a deeper understanding and appreciation for his own heavenly thunder after seeing it.

He had only gone through the materials for three days, but he was speaking as if he was sitting with two extraordinary beings, and he had gained a lot.

"Hmm...These two sets of cultivation methods, I could show them both during our next discussion."

When Lu Heng put down the book, he shook his head and smiled, thinking of the two friends he had met in Dragon Falling Mountains.

Jiu Mei and Zhu Jiuyin... with their personalities, would likely be ecstatic upon seeing these two secret books.

And Lu Heng, currently has not fully understood these two secret books.

Even it can be said, barely started to understand.

But now is not the time to read scriptures of methods.

After receiving the two secret books, Lu Heng looked towards the small courtyard in front of him.

Silver-haired Xiao Ai stayed by his side as usual, meditating in a cross-legged position, and waiting for Lu Heng's orders at any time.

The little Gu Yan, without doing anything, was now squatting outside the cage of the sick fat bird, pocking it one after another, as if trying to stir its instinct for survival.

What a pity that the fat bird was now too lazy to even move. It had already given up on escaping before. It had been trapped in the netherworld for the last ten days or so and was even suffering from the death Qi, looking like it could die at any moment.

Lu Heng suspected that even if a knife was placed in front of the fat bird and said it was going to be killed, the bird wouldn't even move a bit.

Although Lu Heng is not some ancient cultivator at all...

Oh, these people, too superstitious of the so-called ancient times?

Is it only ancient monsters that can be powerful?

In the Dragon Falling Mountains, the old ascetic cultivator Jiu Mie, who had been cultivating for only a few hundred years, could sit and discuss with Zhu Jiuyin without losing his composure, couldn't he?

Lu Heng sighed sadly.

Seeing Wu Ergong's reverential look in front of him, he sighed helplessly in his heart.

Knowing no one would believe him anyway; he was too lazy to argue, but he didn't expect it to become more intense.

Now that his fame has spread to this extent, it's probably impossible to stop the gossip that he is an ancient monster.

In the small yard, Lu Heng sighed in his heart but kept a faint smile on his face.

Meanwhile, Wu Ergong continued to tell his story.

"In the news sent back from the post house, I knew that the Wolf God had saved his friend, so I was relieved. But I still want to know if the Erba God Man..."

Wu Ergong was incredibly concerned about this matter.

The sixteen little monsters ran rampant in the South Sea, occasionally coming out to cause trouble.

Every time they appeared, there were always sea sprites and monsters following. Everywhere the went, they created chaos.

What's worse, every time these sixteen little monsters appeared, they would kidnap one or two highly cultivated cultivators. Those who were abducted would disappear from the mortal world and never come back.

Some descendants of the cultivators who were kidnapped encountered the sixteen small monsters hundreds of years later. They questioned where their relative was taken, only to receive the news that they had been cooked and eaten.

Such atrocious behavior, whether true or false, has enraged the countries of the South Sea.

Those sixteen little monsters were incredibly slippery, only appearing every few hundred years. Each time they were caught, they would disappear again and couldn't be found.

Those cultivators who were taken away were mostly citizens of the South Sea countries, and they were the pillars of sects in each country.

The South Sea countries all sincerely wish that the sixteen little monsters would just die directly.

Seeing Lu Heng reconnect with his friends, Wu Ergong was filled with concern.

Lu Heng didn't hide either. He smiled and said, "When I found them, the sixteen little monsters gave up resistance and detonated themselves to death."

"I don't know if they left anything behind, but at least the sixteen small monsters in front of my eyes have had their souls completely wiped out."

"Even if they do have some kind of ancient secret way to stay alive, it would be hard for them to quickly return to do further evil."

Lu Heng's narrative made Wu Ergong slightly excited.

He quickly got up and bowed deeply to Lu Heng.

"I must express my gratitude to you, the Wolf God, on behalf of the countries of the South Sea. Thank you for relieving us of this disaster in the South Sea!"

Wu Ergong's gratitude and respect came from the heart.

After all, the sixteen little monsters were too dangerous.

Now that they can be gotten rid of, it is definitely a wonderful thing.

Lu Heng shook his head and said, "Lord, you don't have to thank me. Erba God Man's self-explosion was very simple, which made me feel suspicious."

"I suspect they didn't really die. It's just a kind of special magic that made me think that they were dead. Who knows, we may meet them again in the future."

Lu Heng's words were sincere and genuine.

Yet Wu Ergong still couldn't hide his joy, smilingly saying, "No matter what, even if the Erba God is still alive. Being punished by the Wolf God, they definitely won't dare be arrogant anymore this time, we still have to thank you... Haha..."