Starting with the titmouse, seventy-two transformations

Chapter 478 Inheritance, Practice, Farewell
"Oh?"

Upon hearing this, Liu Sheng's eyes lit up, and he perked up.

Having witnessed Wu Song's miserable state, he was extremely worried. Now, hearing that there was still a way to save him, he breathed a slight sigh of relief.
"What's the solution?"

"This Heavenly Wound Demon Art is one of the 108 Heavenly Spirits and Earthly Fiends' demonic arts, corresponding to the Heavenly Wound Star..."

Wu Song did not answer directly, but first asked a question before continuing:
"After studying it for a while, Brother Gongsun and I discovered that the demonic arts that are combined into one and broken into one hundred and eight are bound together by some kind of connection..."

Simply abolishing or refining it is only a temporary solution; it will soon recover on its own and make a comeback.

Only by simultaneously eliminating all 108 demonic arts can one be completely eradicated and thus escape.

He placed his hand on the star-shaped mark on his chest and abdomen, and said in a deep voice:

"The root cause of this skill lies with Song Yingtian. Without killing him, this demonic skill cannot be eradicated."

No wonder this old dog wasn't worried at all all these years, running around and hiding everywhere. Turns out he was waiting for me here. I underestimated this old thief.

At this point, he took a deep breath and revealed his guess:
"I'm thinking that these demonic arts might be able to merge with each other to increase their power: Heavenly Gang Demonic Arts, Heavenly Kui Demonic Arts, Heavenly Crying Demonic Arts..."

The 108 people are each other's great medicine; by merging with each other, they can greatly increase their power.

The longer they cultivate, the stronger their demonic nature becomes. In the end, they lose control of themselves, devour each other, and eventually give birth to a single being...

A peerless demon!

He looked up at Liu Sheng, his cheeks twitching.

"Either become this peerless demon, or become a part of this demon; it was already destined when you first began cultivating this demonic art."

"Old dog Song, you're ruthless!"

Either become the ultimate, unparalleled demon, or become a part of the demon, that is, resources.

Is this Heavenly Fiend and Earthly Demonic Art truly so terrifying?
Liu Sheng's breath hitched, and for a moment he didn't know what to say.

In this sense, the master was nothing more than a "pig" that Song Laogou had released to fatten up, and then he would be brought back to become the "great medicine" and "resources" for improving his cultivation.

Even if he manages to turn the tables and kill his opponent in the end, it will only mean replacing Song Laogou and becoming the Star Demon that was destined to be born.
In other words, regardless of life or death, a terrifyingly powerful and ferocious demon will inevitably appear in the near future...

What he had seen that day flashed through Liu Sheng's mind—

A terrifying scene unfolded: a phantom of a star demon stood tall and imposing, slaying the Great Yu Dragon Vein with a single strike.

With such terrifying strength, who could possibly defeat them?

And judging from Master's demeanor...

"I intend to make a trip to the capital."

Seeing Liu Sheng's stunned expression, Wu Song continued:

"Brother Gongsun and the others will also be coming. We received news that Song Yingtian is currently in seclusion, and is at his weakest point. Once he emerges from seclusion, his cultivation will have greatly improved..."

"I'm afraid there's no hope left."

"But……"

Liu Sheng opened his mouth, but ultimately offered no advice.

He sensed the resolve and unwavering conviction in his master's words.

My mind is made up, what can I do?
You can't persuade them otherwise.

Moreover, Master was right. If Old Dog Song was in seclusion at this time, it would indeed be the best time to launch an attack.

But once they leave, they may never return.

After all, Song Laogou's strength is too great.

But I have no choice but to go!

"Could it be that today's predicament was something that old dog Song had planned all along?"

Liu Sheng's jaw tightened, and a strange sense of malice welled up inside him:

"Who exactly is this old scoundrel?"

"In the world of martial arts, grudges and favors are intertwined. If you don't do it and I don't do it, someone else will. Besides, since the day I went up to Fajiu Mountain, decades of grudges and favors must finally come to an end."

Now that Heaven has favored me, allowing me to take you as my disciple, it won't be long before I'm afraid even I, your master, will be no match for you.

"Now that's settled, I feel much more at ease."

His brow unfurrowed, his expression calmed, and a surge of heroic spirit rose within him. He untied the yellow gourd and took a large gulp, then reached into his storage bag, where he found two books, which he handed to Liu Sheng.

"This is the Black Tiger Zen Scripture, which I created by summarizing my life's learning. It consists of two volumes, covering the four realms of entering the Dao, the Yellow Court, the Profound Understanding, and the Yin Spirit."

The second volume was incomplete; it should have included cultivation after the Yin Spirit stage, but unfortunately, there wasn't time.

If you ever reach that point in the future, you might as well help your teacher complete the second volume.

Furthermore, I have another request of you: please find someone to pass on my "Black Tiger Zen Sutra" and build a Black Tiger Zen Temple...

"I promised my master something years ago, but I haven't been able to do it all these years, which I deeply regret. Now I can only ask you for help."

Wu Song rambled on and on, as if he were making his final arrangements, and said it all at once, which made Liu Sheng feel choked up.

But I didn't know what to say.

Although he and Wu Song were master and disciple, they had actually spent less than ten days together in total, yet it felt like they had known each other for a lifetime.

They are both teachers and friends, and fellow travelers with whom one can entrust one's affairs after death.

He knew that Wu Song had made a decision and would not change it, even if he knew it would lead to death, so he did not waste his breath trying to persuade him.

"Master, rest assured, I will build a Black Tiger Zen Temple on the back mountain of Baishui Village tomorrow, pass down this 'Black Tiger Zen Sutra', inherit the mantle, and have Abiao guard it."

Liu Sheng accepted the two books and said solemnly.

These two manuals, along with the first volume given to him initially, encapsulate all of Wu Song's lifelong learning.

Of course, the Heavenly Wound Demon Art must be eliminated.

"Just do as you say."

Wu Song nodded, then fell silent, his face showing his intention to leave.

Liu Sheng stepped forward and said:

"Master, today is my wedding day. I would like to invite you for a drink and a meal as a way of... bidding you farewell."

"Your joy is extraordinary today; a moment of blissful night is worth a thousand pieces of gold..."

"We have plenty of time ahead of us, so tonight we should get drunk with Master."

After saying that, Liu Sheng lightly tapped his toes, and the ground quickly rose up, instantly turning into a roasting stove.

"Roar!"

Immediately afterwards, a roar that sounded like a dragon and a turtle pierced through the waves.

Then a wave of water hundreds of feet high flew across the sky and landed, turning into a huge freezer. Inside were fish, shrimp, crabs, shellfish, and other seafood that were not completely dead.

Liu Sheng bowed his head and apologized, then disappeared from the spot. He returned to the bridal chamber, gave Bingyan some instructions, and then went back to the stove to get to work.

Braised prawns, stir-fried scallops, braised squid, steamed crystal fish...

He used his skills from his previous life, revealing himself to have three heads and six arms, and could breathe fire from his palms. In about a quarter of an hour, he prepared a full ten dishes.

Moreover, it has a perfect combination of color, aroma, and taste, making it very appealing at first glance.

"Excellent, excellent! I never knew you had such skill. I'm in for a treat!"

Wu Song laughed heartily, sat down on the ground, grabbed a shrimp the size of a human head, and began to gnaw on it, his mouth full of juice.

Finally, he patted the yellow gourd, from which a stream of wine flew out and landed in his mouth. In an instant, the aroma of wine filled the air and permeated the forest.

Soon, the sounds of the master and apprentice feasting and drinking filled the forest. They drank, ate meat, chatted, and had a great time.

"...Speaking of which, back when I was at the Tong family, I always felt like I was being watched. There was a sparrow that was different from the others and left a deep impression on me..."

(End of this chapter)