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If they were all written into a pile of books, it would require a total of ten libraries to store them all. Among them, there were a list of basic Daoist cultivation techniques, theoretically speaking, according to these cultivation methods, from the lowest level Ghost Immortals to the Great Luojin Immortal, there was a possibility of success. The Devil Sect's cultivation techniques were all there, such as refining the heart, Yin and Yang, absorbing the soul, refining the bones, and so on.

From the lowest level of the Devil's Gate Puppet, to the Unparalleled Heavenly Demon that was on par with the Buddha and could disrupt the Buddha's cultivation, all of them had theoretical support. With such a huge accumulation of knowledge, Werther could feel his heart expanding. If he could not cultivate the Nascent Soul, he could just buy tofu to kill himself while he was free between the heaven and earth.

The only thing that made him feel a bit regretful was that the ancient scriptures of the two families were about to spill out, and the only thing missing was the buddhist scriptures of the buddhist faith. This made him very depressed for a few days, and he even had some malicious guesses, if only that old monk had also died like Exterminate the Heavens, maybe the buddhist arts in his brain would become his own, and he quickly chanted his treasured name: "Guilty! Disciple has violated the rules! " He sincerely kneeled down to apologize, but then he gloomily raised his head: "I really want to see the buddhist faith!"

Having figured out the direction to go, Werther began to prepare. In the eyes of Hobbes and the servants, in the eyes of the townspeople, the young master who was just getting better turned back into the silly, daydreaming young master he used to be. Hobbs saw and did not say anything. He could see that the young master was not daydreaming, but was actually thinking about some profound question. He shook his head and stopped interfering.

This was yet another vast project, and from the beginning until the end, he was the only one who had completed it, absolutely without the help of others. Fortunately, he already had the experience of compiling the ancient texts of his own sect, and while doing this was twice the result with ease, it was not without benefits. Through careful reading of the ancient texts, he discovered that his understanding of the Tao technique and the Devil's Gate had improved by yet another level, especially after he had joined the Devil's Arts, he could feel his eyes brightening up.

As he continued to delve deeper into the ancient texts, this trend became more and more obvious. Werther firmly believed that in less than a year, he would be able to integrate himself into a hundred clans and create his own cultivation technique on the basis of these two techniques, combining the essence of these two schools and eliminating some of their flaws. If he succeeded in cultivating this technique, then although he wouldn't be able to walk unhindered in this world, he would definitely have no problems protecting himself.

A year after his awakening, his father, Baron James Roland, took the time to return to his hometown from the distant front line. Presumably, he had heard the report from Hobbes and knew that his son had awoken.

Werther, on the other hand, was a little scared when faced with this cheap father of his. Although the title of Baron Roland was very low, his whole body still gave off a faintly discernible aura, this was a kind of innate noble feeling, and coupled with the high cultivation level that he was raised to be able to use, it could only be formed. His Excellency Baron's hair was a dazzling gold color, perfectly combed, and his well-ironed military uniform accentuated his tall figure, his face was full of heroic spirit, and his might was extraordinary. Werther sized him up on the inside, only having one word: "Handsome!" The aura of a soldier was vividly expressed in him.

At the same time as Werther observed his father, James was also observing Werther. He had been extremely worried, because ever since his wife had given birth to her child, this precious son seemed to have a natural mental deficiency. Fortunately, a senior had advised him that this was only an innate deficiency, an external manifestation of self-healing after soul damage. But how can a child be damaged in the womb? Thinking about his wife and his background, the young father felt at ease. He could only sigh in his heart, "I have wronged this child."

James sized up his son. He was a short guy who was about a meter tall. He was dressed in noble attire, and his eyes did not have the look of an innocent and expectant child of the same age. Instead, there was a hint of maturity in them. James smiled and said with the warmth unique to his father, "Little Werther, come over." Werther leaned forward slightly in fear, just in time to show the fear a child had for strangers. James felt another twinge of pain in his heart, and he gently caressed his son's face and said softly, "Werther, I'm your father, you know?" Werther nodded, vaguely understanding. He heaved a sigh of relief inwardly that his father hadn't felt unusual about his performance.

James also knew that the relationship between father and son was not something that could be developed just by standing here. Thus, he did not force himself to force himself to have a warm dinner with his son, and in the morning, he put on his armor once again and headed for the front lines. Werther, on the other hand, didn't have much of a feeling towards his father's departure. Right now, his cultivation had reached a critical juncture, and he really didn't want to waste any time.

Right now in his mind, the previously distinct secret scriptures of the Dao Demons suddenly transformed into two long dragons, one was in chaos, the other was completely covered in red blood, the two huge dragons roared at the same time, and then, as if they had met their enemies, they fiercely clashed against each other, biting and scratching each other. Werther's eyes were tightly shut, and in his mind, he thought about two different Tao techniques, and gradually, the two giant dragons' heads and tails merged together, showing signs of merging, suddenly transforming into a statue, its face clearly showing Werther's current appearance.

Werther's whole body was drenched in sweat, but he was still relieved in the end. He opened his eyes, "My efforts weren't in vain. I really did manage to combine two mental cultivation methods, creating a new skill. Interesting." The Dao Gate has the concept of a golden core and nine cycles, why don't we just call this technique the Nine Revolutions Unvanquished Golden Body? " With his current experience and cultivation level, he had only managed to create the first two layers of the mental cultivation method. If he were to put in effort to think more, he would have a splitting headache when he tried it a few times, but he also knew that his foundation was not thick, so he did not force it. Even if it were just two layers of mental cultivation method, the first stage of the Refinement Realm was already the pinnacle of strength in his previous life. Even if it was just two layers of mental cultivation method, the first stage of the first stage was already the pinnacle of strength in his previous life.

If I am able to create the ninth level of this Golden Body martial art and cultivate it successfully, in theory, it would be comparable to a saint's body. Only the legendary creation treasures recorded in the ancient books can hurt me, hehe, but with my knowledge, being able to reach the fifth level is already an incredible feat. The corner of Werther's mouth curled up into a smile as he thought of this. He took a pleasant bath and slept soundly.

The next morning, the chef and maid were shocked to discover that their young master had actually brought a huge rock from who knows where. They ran around the yard crazily with their backs facing each other and were scolded several times as they ran over to tell Housekeeper Hobbes. Hobbes rubbed his nose and looked thoughtfully at the young master who was exercising hard in the yard. "You don't have to worry. The young master just wants to train a bit. Go back and do your own thing." The two servants left skeptically, and a peculiar light flashed in Hobbes' eyes. "Young master wants to use his body to grasp the limits and comprehend his own dou qi?" But if you want to learn battle qi, why didn't you come find me? What an interesting child. "

Werther, after all, was only eight years old, so he didn't dare to put too much burden on his body. He first picked up thirty pounds of stones, then three months later, changed it to sixty pounds. After a year, he could already hold his breath, carry five hundred pounds of stones and run three full laps around the town without panicking. Under the curious eyes of the townspeople, this young master celebrated his ninth birthday. In addition to his nickname of "Idiot, Idiot," Werther also gained the title of "Meat Shield.

A small bulge of muscles on his body made him look like a small strong man, and his body also developed at a rapid pace. The nine-year-old boy, however, was as tall as a fifteen or sixteen year old boy, and his figure was also very well-proportioned, all thanks to the Imperishable Golden Gate that he had created. He was now able to circulate his true energy through his meridians, connect the two bridges between heaven and earth, and complete the Small Cycle of Circulation.

Fortunately, this reincarnated body was no different from his previous life's. One had to know that the human body was the most exquisite, it was the most mysterious product in the universe. Just the human body itself had limitless potential. His Imperishable Gilded Body technique was the first to stimulate the potential within the body. After stabilizing the Tao foundation, he would cultivate his true spirit and primordial spirit to achieve the goal of eternal life.