Chen Feng searched the Lion King's body and, sure enough, found an ancient book.
"I can't read this. Not a single bit of it."
The bizarre drawings left Chen Feng utterly baffled, but fortunately, he didn't need to understand them. As long as the system could, that was enough.
[New training plan detected] [After modification, this technique has been added to the Wind-Riding Art package] [Ghost Wail and God Howl (not learned): Wind Roar Art, Dragon Cry and Lion Roar; a voice like a great bell, earth-shattering power] [Technique requirement: Must possess vocal organs]
Good stuff. With this, no matter how many small fry show up, one roar will drop them all.
Even as he celebrated, Chen Feng noticed something odd.
Wind Manipulation. Lion Roar Skill.
To have created so many Immortal Arts, the ancestors of the Old Wolf King and the Lion King must have been absolute monsters.
Based on what he knew so far, yokai had no lifespan limit, and the longer they lived, the stronger they became.
Which raised a question: if they couldn't die of old age, where had those ancestors gone?
One possibility was that their ancestors were still alive, already tens of thousands of years old. Since Chen Feng had killed their descendants, he would soon be living out that cultivation-novel cliché: beat the young ones, and the old ones came running.
The other possibility was that something even more ridiculously overpowered had instantly killed their ancestors.
Neither was good news.
But whatever. He would deal with trouble as it came. If danger struck, the system would step in.
Rather than worry about that, he should hurry up and finish his daily check-in task. Getting stronger was what mattered.
Chen Feng took Er Lang to the cave entrance.
Just as the Lion