Old Ox and Little Mountain Pig truly believed him—not the kind of belief they merely paid lip service to.
Little Mountain Pig even threw the matter to the back of his mind the very next day. Old Ox, on the other hand, specifically sought Wang Wu out for a serious talk.
"Third Brother, I believe you, just as you believe us."
"I won't pry into who you were before. Could some ruined nobody or illegitimate demon spawn possibly compare to our Western Mountain Trinity?"
"But regarding this Fire Spirit Root and Ice Spirit Root business, I need to give you some advice. Mooo—consider it a few scraps I happened to learn and overhear at Monster Academy."
"First, this idea of spirit roots was actually passed down from the humans. You know how it was in ancient times: great sages learned the strengths of others to control them. Back then, they secretly learned a great many things. Of what remains and can still flourish today, spirit roots count as one, because spirit roots have quite a few things in common with our bloodline path."
"However, humans have a greater advantage than us in cultivating spirit roots. The old masters at the academy specifically said so: tenfold. That is, we demons must put in ten times the effort just to catch up with a Human cultivator's ordinary cultivation. And if they put in even a little effort, or have slightly greater talent, the gap immediately rises to twentyfold, thirtyfold."
"So, Third Brother, don't think that cultivating both Ice and Fire Spirit Roots makes you amazing. Those Human cultivators with ulterior motives would be tremendously curious and capture you for research, but among the Demon Race, it would already be good if they didn't laugh at you. Because that would mean you were