After all, Gray Cat knew Lu Hao's strength. Choosing the fierce one had made it practically invincible throughout the Three Realms. Going against the fierce one was simply courting death. Gong Juanzi was a good person, after all, and if he also knew how to feed cats, he would be an even better person. Gray Cat did not want to see Gong Juanzi, whom it had spent thousands of years with, beaten to death by the fierce one. Since even Gray Cat had said so, Gong Juanzi, who had already been leaning that way, said no more. "Then I must thank the human race for taking in an old relic like me, who barely survived from the sect era."
Gong Juanzi said with a smile to Lu Hao.
"That's wonderful. Juanzi, this will definitely be your wisest choice. Although the human race may still seem weak now, the tide of the age belongs to humanity. When the time comes, the human race will rise rapidly. Juanzi, you won't need to worry about future development anymore."
Lu Hao said with a smile.
"I see that New Martial still lacks suitable cultivation arts. Previously, Lü Zhen wanted to spread my arts, but I refused him. Looking at it now, I was narrow-minded back then. My Kuocang Lineage produced only one Emperor Sovereign. In this great era, that amounts to nothing. So, Fellow Daoist Lu, take all of these and give them to the human race. Consider it my contribution to humanity."
With a wave of his hand, Gong Juanzi produced countless bamboo slips, containing all the cultivation arts of Kuocang Mountain. In the past, he had valued them greatly. After all, they were the secrets of Kuocang Mountain, never passed on to outsiders. But after learning the true divisions of cultivation realms,