Dragon Transformation, Eighth Change

"Little Fatty, do you know the Nine Secrets?"

Ye Fan paused, asking as if casually.

Since Emperor Venerable had gathered all nine secrets, then Divine Child, as the artifact spirit of the Immortal Cauldron, very likely controlled some of them as well, though knowing all of them was unlikely.

Just as Great Emperor Wushi had obtained half of the Formation Secret, and the Wushi Bell's divine spirit knew it as well.

"Of course. I have three of the Nine Secrets."

"Though I don't know where they came from, from the moment I gained consciousness, three of the Nine Secrets' peerless divine arts had already existed deep within my memories."

Divine Child squatted on the cauldron's rim, comfortably swinging his pair of short little legs.

Suppressing his excitement, Ye Fan probed, "Which three?"

At present, among the nine secrets—Lin, Bing, Dou, Zhe, Jie, Shu, Zu, Qian, and Xing—only the whereabouts of Bing, Shu, Zhe, and Qian were unknown. If he could gather three more in one go, wouldn't that mean instantly filling more than half the progress bar? The thought alone was thrilling.

"Hmph hmph, I'm in a good mood today, so I'll mercifully tell you."

"On any other day, without tens of millions of jin of exotic source, you wouldn't even be qualified to learn the news."

Divine Child gave a reserved little hum. In his childish voice, he said, "Listen carefully. I control three supreme secrets: the Movement Secret, the All-Word Secret, and the Fighting Word Secret."

Ye Fan: "???"

I admit there was an element of gambling in it, but not getting even one right was a bit too much, wasn't it?!

Divine Child glanced at the grief-stricken human Sacred Body and vaguely understood something. He softly consoled him, "You also carry the aura of the Nine Secrets.