"Yellow Court Scripture?"
The name sounded a little familiar. Although Gu Ming was ignorant and incompetent, he seemed to have heard of this book when he watched TV or something.
Then, he opened his palm and retrieved the reward.
It was a thin book with the words 'Yellow Court Scripture' written on the cover. He flipped through it casually and found that it was filled with words such as nurturing spirit, refining qi, and preserving spirit.
[Yellow Court Scripture: A Taoist classic that records the ways of cultivating immortality.]
As a system reward, it came with an introduction.
"A cultivation method to preserve one's health?"
After reading it twice, Gu Ming frowned again.
"Are you kidding me!"
After a moment of silence, he suddenly exploded and raised the Yellow Court Scripture, ready to throw it out.
But at the last moment, he still held back.
Although he didn't throw it away, Gu Ming still looked indignant.
The Yellow Court Scripture was obviously a cultivation technique.
But just think about it, the cultivation technique that Gu Ming had in his previous life, in this world of the West where gods and Buddhas filled the sky, wouldn't it be at the bottom?
Gu Ming estimated that this was only an entry-level basic cultivation technique.
That was why he said, was the system wrong?
He was conscientious and conscientious. He thought that he had taught Sun Wukong diligently for two years, and that he would be rewarded with a basic cultivation technique for teaching a universe-level super soldier. Wasn't that ridiculous?
Although the system introduction had already mentioned that successful training of disciples would result in a random reward, this was too casual.
In Gu Ming's opinion, only top-notch techniques like the Eight Nine Mysteries could match his achievements.
Unfortunately, the system did not respond.
Just this, do you want it or not?
"I…"
What else could Gu Ming say when faced with such an unreasonable system?
As for inside the dojo, he could use his ability to create high-level cultivation techniques, or Nine Transformation Golden Pills, Peaches of Immortality, Ginseng Fruits, and so on.
It could be conjured, but it was the same principle as food. It was ineffective against Gu Ming!
Left with no choice, he sighed and sat on the sofa, flipping open the Yellow Court Scripture.
Although it was only an entry-level cultivation technique, it was still an immortal cultivation technique.
Moreover, didn't the introduction say that it was for cultivation?
Gu Ming, who had pinched a bunch of young ladies, really needed to maintain her health. After learning this Yellow Court Sutra, at least he wouldn't have to cook porridge with goji berries every day, right?
In fact, Gu Ming's guess was correct. The Yellow Court Scripture was indeed a basic introductory cultivation technique.
But what he didn't know was that the full name of the Yellow Court Scripture was written by Laozi!
Although it was only a basic cultivation technique, as a saint's classic, it directly pointed to the foundation of the immortal path.
As the saying went,'The Yellow Court's One Volume, The Path of Immortals'. After repeated practice, one would know that it was broad and profound. The more one studied it, the more one would benefit.
"We're here!"
On Mount Innerheart, Gu Ming was trying to cultivate the Yellow Court Scripture. On the other side, Sun Wukong had returned to the East Victory Divine Continent's Aolai World Boundary in the blink of an eye.
Under the sea of clouds, there was an immortal mountain that suppressed the sea. There were exotic flowers and plants on the mountain, green pines and cypresses, and spiritual beasts. It was the Flowerfruit Mountain.
"I, Old Sun, am back!"
Speaking of which, the last time he returned to the Flowerfruit Mountain was a few months ago to test his cultivation of the Air Dance Technique.
However, he was in a hurry to rush back and only chose a good peach for his master. He didn't even look at the plants in the mountain.
In that case, he was at most passing by and not back.
Counting the time, it had been more than ten years since he went out to sea to visit the immortals. In other words, he had not returned for more than ten years.
"Children! Your king has returned…"
For a moment, Sun Wukong was touched again. He went straight to the Water Curtain Cave after landing in the mountain and excitedly called out to his monkeys.
However, before he could finish his sentence, Sun Wukong stopped when he saw the scene in front of him. His face instantly darkened.
The monkeys on the mountain were all yellow and emaciated. They were shackled with iron chains and were doing the hard labor of quarrying stones and burning bricks. In front of the Water Curtain Cave, a burly demon sat there with a group of lesser demons beside him. They held whips in their hands and kept urging Monkey to work.
"Ahhhh ~!"
Seeing this scene, Sun Wukong couldn't help but burn with anger. He had left for more than ten years, but he didn't expect his monkeys and grandchildren to have become the coolies of the demons.
"Splashing Demon! How dare you bully my monkey grandson like this!”
With a loud shout, he jumped out.
"Hmm?"
Suddenly hearing someone berate him, the demon couldn't help but be startled. Then, he looked up and saw that it was also a monkey. He couldn't help but feel relieved, and the corners of his mouth curled into a disdainful sneer.
This monster was called the Demon King of Confusion. It was originally a wild boar in the mountains who had cultivated into a spirit and had some Dao. He was born strong and had boundless strength, and he rarely suffered losses when fighting with others.
He originally lived in the Kanyuan Mountain Water Cave. One day, he passed by on a cloud and discovered the treasure land of the Flowerfruit Mountain Water Curtain Cave, so he moved here.
Although there were many monkeys in the mountains, none of them had any ability. How could they be a match for the devil? Not only did they lose their homes, but they were also captured and tied up to become laborers for quarrying stones and making bricks.
In less than two months, thousands of monkeys had died from exhaustion.
"King?"
"It's the king!"
"The king is back!"
The little monkeys also looked in the direction of the voice. When they saw that it was Sun Wukong, they all cheered.
He had been tortured like a dead tree, but when he saw Sun Wukong return, hope could not help but reignite in his eyes.
"King?"
Upon hearing this, the Demon King of Confusion could not help but look at Sun Wukong again.
"So you're the king that Monkey spoke of.”
"It's me, Old Sun!"
"Haha! These monkeys talk about you every day, saying how powerful you are. I thought you were some kind of person, but it turns out you're just a skinny monkey.”
After sizing him up again, the Demon King of Confusion couldn't help but raise his head and laugh. He didn't take Sun Wukong seriously at all.
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