Before long, the three set off, deciding to leave this place first.
Though they might not all head to the eastern coast together, exactly where they would go was not something they could decide in a moment. They might as well travel and see.
Beneath the moonlit sky, clear and fresh, He Ran rode his Flower Leopard in front, while Wu Ding followed on his Warg.
Li Chen had his Mechanism Beast, Fang Tiger, follow them automatically using its rudimentary intelligence, while he held the thread-bound paper book and read with relish.
He had suddenly developed an interest in the Outer Dao methods of Spell Cultivators and Spellcasters. Since there happened to be a Spell Cultivator right beside him, he simply asked him for guidance. After all, for some things, reading alone was nowhere near enough; someone had to point the way out of the maze.
At his question, Wu Ding shook his head. "Cultivating these methods requires a yang wood spiritual root, commonly called a thunder spiritual root. Brother Li, do you know how rare that aptitude is?"
Li Chen fell silent. "A thunder spiritual root..."
Wu Ding said, "Yes. Seeing how young you are, Brother Li, and how far your cultivation has already come, I imagine your mind and physique are both quite good. You can cultivate magic power too, but that really doesn't mean you're suited to these lightning arts."
"To be honest, even if you understand what the book says and grasp all its principles, you still won't accomplish much by cultivating them. I'm not looking down on you, just telling the truth. My own aptitude isn't much either. I simply happen to have a low-grade thunder spiritual root that ordinary people lack, which is why I was lucky enough to cultivate this lightning art of