Sikong Jing nodded and said with a light laugh, "It's good that he's being suppressed."
For Sikong Jing, if he wanted to protect Yinlu and the other Demon-Scale Island sacrifices, the more fiercely Elder Ruan was suppressed, the better.
Zhan Hu asked, "Have you reached the Spirit Martial Stage?"
Of course, he understood what Sikong Jing meant. The lower Elder Ruan's status fell, the happier he would be when Sikong Jing erupted.
Then, whatever Sikong Jing said, Elder Ruan would readily agree to it.
"Almost."
"I'll build up my strength first. When the time comes, I'll have to ask Senior Zhan Hu to give me some more 'guidance.'"
As he spoke, the true energy throughout Sikong Jing's body began to circulate without pause.
That was right. After half a month, he had already reached the peak of the War Martial Stage. However, his beast veins remained unchanged; his human meridians still could not nourish the beast veins in return. He would probably need to reach the Emperor Martial Stage first.
But Sikong Jing was in no hurry. He would break through the stages one by one first.
As for the devilmen's inheritance, Sikong Jing naturally could not be certain whether he could obtain it. But it did not matter. When the time came, he could simply take out something and hand it over to Elder Ruan and the Cangyu Sect, pretending it was the inheritance he had received.
The cultivation methods or martial skills he could produce would naturally be things neither the devilmen nor the Cangyu Sect possessed. It should not be difficult to fool them.
Zhan Hu was slightly stunned by Sikong Jing's words, then secretly gave a bitter smile. Asking me for guidance again...
But he did not say anything more. By "guiding" Sikong Jing, he too