After countless thoughts flashed through his mind, He Song redeemed all three secret arts.
He soon began studying them within his own cave abode.
Three secret arts.
One concealment art, one escape technique, and one puppet-refining art.
All of them were secret arts that He Song urgently needed to master.
Now that he had finally obtained these three secret arts, He Song naturally soon immersed himself in studying them.
However.
He Song, who was presently absorbed in seclusion.
Did not know.
That while he was in seclusion.
At the site of the Nascent Soul cave abode that he had emptied out and destroyed.
A figure suddenly appeared that day.
The figure had followed the directions to this place, yet found no other traces at the site of that Nascent Soul cave abode.
Everything around him seemed no different from the surrounding mountains and forests.
Seeing this.
A Jade Slip appeared in the figure's hand.
Then.
A faint voice drifted from the figure's lips.
"According to the records in the Jade Slip."
"One of my Wang Family ancestors lies buried here."
"Even within his cave abode, many cultivation resources were left behind."
"According to the records, those resources could likely allow any one—even several—Wang Family descendants to seize this opportunity and step into the Nascent Soul realm once more."
"These resources are also the foundation left behind after the Wang Family's decline."
"So long as the Wang Family produces someone with an earth spiritual root—even a cultivator with three spiritual roots—we can return to our former glory."
"Therefore, if this young master can obtain this opportunity, then even if my spiritual root aptitude is merely three spiritual roots."
"I will certainly be able to follow in that ancestor's footsteps and successfully step into the Nascent Soul realm."
"When that time comes."