They arrived before long.
Once there, Lin Ke dared not let his guard down. He immediately had the Duck-Headed Mouse stop by the bank, then slowly entered the jungle.
He had been taught a lesson about exploring the jungle the moment he first arrived here.
Even now, his lips were still red and swollen.
In the eyes of creatures like the Duck-Headed Mouse, he was a mudskipper demon through and through.
That was fine, though. He did not want anyone realizing he was human anyway.
Of course, there was a drawback: his power of reform still could not imitate demonic qi.
After all, whatever kind of energy it was, he first had to draw it into his own body before it could become part of his power of reform.
For the Novelists' School, he needed to read Yu Chu's Miscellaneous Tales; for the Confucian School, he needed to read Confucian classics; for the Daoist School, he needed to read Daoist scriptures, and so on.
Anything he had encountered and learned, he could draw into his body.
But anything he had never encountered was beyond the transformations of his power of reform.
Still, once he had encountered it, things would be easy.
Most creatures in the First and Second Realms had no cultivation methods, however. They only knew to absorb the power of moon essence to grow.
Those that could reach the Third Realm or higher generally had cultivation techniques.
Of course, some with inherited bloodlines and ancestral memories would automatically awaken the corresponding techniques at certain moments.
Lin Ke was not desperate to obtain a demon cultivator's technique anyway. If he came across one, he would take it; if not, it would not affect anything.
Rustle-
The wind stirred the leaves with a soft rustling.
Lin Ke and the Duck-Headed