Wu De carefully guided a wisp of Buddhist Origin Power into Ling Lin's body. As he sent the power in, he monitored Ling Lin's condition closely, ready to stop at once if anything seemed amiss.
After about the time it took half an incense stick to burn, Wu De withdrew his finger. He stared at Ling Lin for another half an incense stick. Only after seeing that Ling Lin showed no discomfort did he let out a long breath of relief. Turning to Ling Tian, his eyes brimmed with excitement.
"Master, how is he? Can Lin Er cultivate a Buddhist Cultivation Method?" Though Ling Tian could already guess the answer from Wu De's excited expression, he still wanted to hear him say it.
"Heh, this boy's fortune is truly extraordinary. He can cultivate it." Seeing how excited Ling Tian was, Wu De continued, "I guided Buddhist Origin Power along Lin Er's blood vessels to his heart and simulated the circulation of the Bodhi Zen Canon. After all this time, Lin Er still shows no unusual symptoms. It seems he doesn't reject the method."
"Wonderful!" Ling Tian was thrilled by the confirmation, but a question occurred to him. "Master, wasn't it said that members of the Demon Race can't cultivate Buddhist methods? Why can Lin Er?"
"It should have something to do with the Human Race blood in Lin Er's veins." Wu De wasn't entirely certain. As if remembering something, he sent Ling Tian a sound transmission. "Tian'er, you came here from the Land of Chaos. You should know about the Demon Race Buddhist cultivator."
"Mm, I've heard of him." Ling Tian nodded. "I heard he's the only cultivator in the Demon Race who can cultivate Buddhist methods, and that his strength is astonishing. But what does that have to do