Chapter 493 This Is the Road I Want

"I see."

After hearing this, the woman closed her eyes again, which made the young demon slayer stay in place for a while, not knowing what to do.

What kind of reply is ‘I got it’?

To deal with it or not to deal with it?

The young demon slayer wanted to ask, but he didn't dare.

After saying a salute, he quietly retreated.

The Black Tower also returned to silence again.

Life in the Imperial Master's Mansion was very peaceful. After what happened last time, the people from the Demon Slayer Department never came to see him again.

Except for completing a mission to protect someone, no one cared about him for the rest of the time. Not only him, but all the monsters in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion have this privilege, which is also an extension of the Imperial Preceptor's rights.

Two months later.

Wu Chong and the little old man were chatting in the yard.

There are not many monsters in the Imperial Prefecture, and the total number of people in Diziyuan is only about twenty. I heard that there are even fewer in Tianziyuan. There may be slightly more people in the Renziyuan, but they are still less than a hundred. Compared to the capital, such a small number of people can be ignored.

"The demonic power is growing too slowly. Is there any way you can speed it up?"

After two months of contact, this green-skinned turtle-turned-little old man can be regarded as one of Wu Chong's few friends.

"It's normal to be slow. We monsters are inherently slower than humans in our cultivation."

The little old man yawned, threw the corn kernels on the table into his mouth, and ate them loudly. Wu Chong had brought these corn kernels back for drinking in the morning, and now they were all eaten by the old guy.

"There are no special cases? Like precious elixirs or something."

Wu Chong asked insinuatingly.

The Demonic God's Will is definitely not an ordinary thing. Its most significant feature is that it can help people practice. From this perspective, it should be easier to find out.

At this stage, we are just asking around secretly. If you don't have the strength to dominate your whole life, how can you help the Dragon King inherit the inheritance?

The trouble is that he has obviously been practicing very hard now, but his demonic power is still growing very slowly. Without the support of the second brother Barbarian Mountain Bear's "private money", the speed of cultivation is even slower. This is so urgent. Can you still get ahead if you continue to waste so much?

It's all because Brother Xiong is too poor and his 'private money' is gone as soon as he eats it. Otherwise, why would he come to the capital?

"Drinking sheep urine? With such a good thing, it's your turn!"

The little old man looked contemptuous.

He thinks this guy likes to daydream.

Wu Chong was too lazy to pay attention to the old guy, and began to wonder where to start. First improve your strength. If you can dominate the world, all problems will be solved.

"But if you really want to improve your skills quickly, there is nothing you can do. I have a side method. I don't know if you dare to try it."

As he spoke, the little old man smiled sinisterly.

"A sideways method? Tell me."

Wu Chong became interested.

It’s good to be partial!

As long as he is quick, there is no need to worry about the consequences. When he returns to the Great World of the First Demon and advances to a higher level, all the sequelae can be reset.

"Pretend to be a ghost."

Pretending to be a ghost?

Wu Chong looked at the little old man with an unkind expression. What he wanted was a shortcut to improve his cultivation, not a trick to fool people. But he soon realized that what the little old man meant by pretending was not the pretending he understood, but a method of 'stealing'. The reason why monsters are suppressed is because they steal the incense of gods, destroy the statues of gods and then live in them themselves.

The smaller ones go to the land and sacred mountains, while the bolder ones directly pretend to be Buddhas and Taoists.

This is the path that the National Preceptor is taking now. He stole the position of the National Preceptor of a country and "eat" the previous dynasty. He is still "eating" now. You can imagine how terrifying this person is.

‘Ghosting’ is easier to understand. The most common one is the fox demon.

They deceive passing scholars and traveling businessmen in the barren mountains and ridges, and suck their yang energy to strengthen themselves. Mountain ghosts, tiger monsters and the like, who eat fear and other emotions for their own use, are not good options.

"Although it's quick to pretend to be a ghost, it has serious side effects."

The little old man mentioned it casually, but seeing Wu Chong thinking about it, he couldn't help but remind him.

They rely on the Imperial Master to earn a living, but they will not follow his path. As a truly ambitious monster, who doesn't want to be among the Immortal Class and ascend to the throne of others?

"What side effects?"

Master Wu was obviously moved. He came here to rob a tomb in the Demon God's world, but he would eventually return to the Great World of the First Demon. As long as you can quickly improve your cultivation level, a bad foundation is nothing.

"Monsters who follow this path will basically have no good end. Don't even think about cultivating yourself. The deeper you cultivate, the heavier your karma will be."

That's it?

When did he, Master Wu, ever care about Zhengguo?

He, Black Wind Village, is the biggest positive result! The thirteen heads are the highest ‘attainment positions’ he distributes. As for karma, that is the big herring's business in this world, and it has nothing to do with him.

"It will also shorten your life span!"

Seeing that Wu Chong didn't seem to care much, the little old man added another sentence.

You can't harm the monster.

Lose your life? Wu Chong glanced at the lifespan and remaining experience points on the panel. This didn't seem to be a big problem.

"This is the avenue I'm looking for!"

Wu Chong started to ask for advice with a serious face. The little old man next to him was immediately confused. How could this man not understand what he said? Why did he still jump into the pit after he had already persuaded him so clearly? How many years can you, a big herring monster, live? If you continue to struggle like this, it won't take long for you to be riddled with karma and your lifespan will be exhausted.

Especially the catastrophes of demons. The catastrophes of demons are exaggerated compared to humans. Coupled with the loss of karma and life span, it is basically no different from waiting to die.

"Please teach me the magical skill of pretending to be a ghost. I have a lot of life and I am not afraid of losing it."

The little old man who was about to persuade me again heard this and swallowed all the words of dissuasion that followed. He finally saw that this guy was a fool, the kind who was not afraid of death.

"Wouldn't it be better to stay in the Imperial Preceptor's Mansion? The Imperial Preceptor will protect you above, and there will be gold and silver treasures below. You can eat, drink, play, and do whatever you want."

"I have a dream!"

Wu Chong spoke righteously and started making up stories in front of the little old man. Seeing his expression, the little old man lost all energy to eat corn kernels, so he got up and left.

"Master Turtle, don't leave. You must teach me your magical skills."

Wu Chong immediately stuck to it like candy. When did the good thing that Mr. Wu was looking for slip through the net!

There is also competition in the Imperial Prefecture.

Those in Renziyuan want to enter Diziyuan, and those in Diziyuan want to enter Tianziyuan. In the few months since Wu Chong joined the National Preceptor's Office, he has seen many similar disputes. It seems that these monsters still cling to each other, and three or five small groups often have frictions with each other over tasks.

When Wu Chong first joined, other monsters had come into contact with him.

However, they were all rejected by him. As time went by, others became too lazy to talk to him. After all, he didn't fight for anything. He hung out with the old man guarding the gate, Lao Gui, every day. At first glance, he looked like a worthless monster.

"I must enter Tianziyuan. Only in this way can I enter the eyes of the National Master and become a great monster."

At the gate, a monster who had just completed his mission and was full of blood passed by.

When I walked in, I didn't forget to cast a disgusting glance at the two 'waste monsters' sitting on the steps next to me drinking tea.

A green turtle guarding the gate, a big herring with no ambition to make progress.

Two pieces of trash.