“[Survival of the Rain Dragon]” whispered Zilan. Details on the first ability of the Rain Dragon were now firmly embedded into his brain. “What is it?” asked Hihi, as he jumped around in anticipation. “It’s a survival technique the Rain dragon was born with. Due to the harsh conditions dragons are born in, those with powerful bloodlines will have abilities …

“I didn’t deceive anyone! The whole point of me using Grandmother’s life blood was to regain my cultivation, whatever happened after was just me adapting to the situation.” Although this Hihi did seem to be quite hostile towards him, Zilan didn’t feel any killing intent coming from him and since he was probably sent here by Sera there was no …

A good four hours had passed since Zilan had regained his cultivation however, his excitement was only growing stronger with time. “This is amazing!” He was currently relaxing on his bed with his hand stretched out in front of him. Above his palm, hovered a pigeon made entirely out of water, without warning it suddenly changed into a bear, then …

The first thing Zilan did after coming back from that mysterious state, was to immediately jump into the bath and clean himself up. His entire body was covered with black sticky filth that had a horrid smell, even breathing through the mouth was of no use. …… After taking a whole two hours scrubbing every inch of his body, Zilan …

The Spring Dragon surprisingly turned towards Zilan and muttered a few words, “My child, what realm are you from?” Zilan felt a warmth go through him when he heard the word, “My child.” He swiftly shifted through his memories before answering. “The Herald Plane, one of the three hundred lesser realms.” The cloud pattern on the Spring Dragon’s head suddenly …

Now that all the necessary materials had been prepared, all that remained was for Zilan himself to get ready. He sat cross-legged on the floor, eyes shut as he focused on the energy inside him. All these years since he had become a cripple, not a single day had passed that Zilan did not try and expel the spiritual power …

Zilan was immediately drawn in by the “methods” Tort spoke of. “Hehe…Brother Zilan, as we Beasts know very little about the ways of humans the same can also be said for them.” smiled Tort. “Spit it out already!” Noticing Zilan’s impatience Tort quickly explained, “I’m sure you’re already aware of the “Heavens way” of cultivation. Humans only have this one …

Zilan eyed his restraints before giving Tort a meaningful smile. “Oh! Jeza, quickly untie brother Zilan.” smiled Tort. “What else do you know about the Saintly Knights? Do you know where I can find them?” Once he was freed, Zilan barraged Tort with questions. The old hare slightly frowned as he listened to the questions, “I’m sorry if I misled …

Beasts were unable to feel for the condition of a human’s core and meridians as they did not cultivate using the same means. However they could at least feel for spiritual power and currently Zilan was still but a cripple thus Tort’s actions were like those of a master prospector panning for gold in the middle of the ocean. Foolish …

The more Zilan read, the happier he became. “I was right! I knew it, all these years of research…” Tears of both joy and relief began to streak down, staining the book’s pages. In truth Zilan did not have much confidence in his theory. He had done all that needed to be done, down to the very last detail however …