Lei Ming's gaze fell upon the beast-hide scrolls, and he smiled.
"The secret arts you seek are within these scrolls. You may read them as you please, but there is one condition."
Yang Huai's eyes stirred.
Lei Ming said,
"You may freely read ordinary secret arts, but for every secret art at the Heavenly God level or above that you study, you must add one in exchange in the future!"
At that moment, Yang Huai suddenly paused. A clear, cool voice rang out from within.
"The barbarian is right. Furthermore, you must not damage or pass on the Lei Ze Clan's secret arts. Whoever defies this shall have everything reclaimed by the Thunder Ancestor!"
Yang Huai's gaze shifted as he followed the voice, finally landing on the unusual ancient tree at the center of the courtyard. The ancient tree swayed gently. Divine light twisted across its trunk, forming a woman's face. Her features were lovely, her beautiful eyes rippling with charm!
Yet seeing a face protrude from an ancient tree was always rather unsettling.
Lei Ming was somewhat displeased to hear what she called him, but he was still steeped in the resentment over the Myriad Recitations Thunder God Scripture and did not fuss over it.
After delivering Yang Huai here, he hurried away.
He was preparing to go plead once more.
Yang Huai's eyes flickered. Supplying another secret art was no great matter.
At worst, once he had learned one, he could simply create another. It would only cost him a little more time.
He stepped into the hall and saw from afar quite a few gods with strange features seated inside the hall or beneath the divine trees in the outer courtyard, comprehending secret art scrolls.
Most of these gods had blue skin, dragon heads, human bodies, and