I Want to Know Your Cultivation Technique-Could You Write It Down for Me?

I Want to Know Your Cultivation Technique—Could You Write It Down for Me?

Over the past few days, Lin Hao had passed through many places, experienced all sorts of incidents, and successfully obtained numerous fortuitous opportunities.

But all of those opportunities were strange.

There was a heavenly tome without words. Not a single character could be found in it; no matter how he tried, he could not see any writing.

If the person who had given him the book had not looked so kind and benevolent—and if Lin Hao himself had not been that person's lifesaver—he would truly have thought he had been scammed.

In the cultivation world, anything was possible.

A heavenly tome without words was perfectly reasonable.

There was a medicinal pill.

It was said to improve one's comprehension and tasted like strawberries, but after eating it, he had not felt any improvement whatsoever.

Comprehension was not a tangible thing. It was perfectly reasonable that he could not feel it.

There was a crudely made puppet.

It was truly ugly. At night, it looked like something that would make his mother think she had seen a ghost. It was useless, so he tossed it away.

There were several scattered items in all, yet not a single one could improve his strength.

This was absurd!

Lin Hao was utterly helpless, but the cultivation world was so vast that, upon thinking about it, it still seemed reasonable.

There were so many fortuitous opportunities outside anyway. There was no need to rush.

After passing through a forest, he found the trees here thick and dense. From time to time, he could hear the miserable cries of ferocious beasts.

Miserable cries?

Something was wrong.

Lin Hao turned toward the source of the cries, gripping his longsword tightly, alert to the utmost.