Chapter 1706: Indulgence (3)

"Of course!"

Su Yu agreed readily. The book spirit and tea plant left his sea of willpower. After transforming back into the plump girl, the tea plant grumbled, "Fat Ball, the Daofuses out there are very powerful. And those immortals are very strong as well! We spent a long time fighting two of them, but we couldn't kill any of them!"

The white dog wagged his tail again as something similar to a smile appeared on his dog-face. He said, "You're not good at fighting."

"Oh, true!"

Before long, Su Yu took the golden peng corpse out. It was massive.

Then, Su Yu used a large amount of strength to cut the two wings off. The wings were massive as well.

With a flicker, the white dog vanished before reappearing with a large wooden stick in his mouth. He said, "Use this as the skewer. This is a piece of wood from a fragrant pine tree. Back then, Master dug out an entire tree from the edge of the world. Using this as the skewer will greatly improve the flavor!"

Edge of the world?

Su Yu raised his brow. So Culture King was a foodie as well? Digging a treasure tree out just to be used as a skewer?

How impressive.

The white dog spat the stick out before entering the house again. In such a manner, he moved in and out repeatedly, bringing with him numerous items.

A stove, a grill, a pile of wooden sticks, and all sorts of other items. Done with all that, the white dog wagged his tail and said, "We can roast the wings with these sticks. Little Master brought them back a long time ago. In the Immortal Realm, there is a heavenly source fruit growing on their great dao. Cooking with the wood of this tree can greatly improve the flavor of the food!"

Right at that moment, the little furball emerged from Su Yu's head and looked at the white dog with admiration and envy. Were all ancient dogs so good at eating? The little furball only knew how to swallow. Nothing else.

But after witnessing how good the white dog was at eating, the little furball suddenly felt like a bumpkin. Meanwhile, the white dog felt like a super gourmet. Instantly, the white dog became the little furball's idol.

The little furball started hopping up and down on Su Yu's head, seemingly complaining that the white dog had lived a much better life following the Culture King while the little furball had lived like a caveman following Su Yu.

The little furball had only gotten to eat some power of laws, some trash characters, and some trash heavenly source qi following Su Yu.

But look at Culture King's dog!

The little furball couldn't even eat Tiangu!

Su Yu rolled his eyes. He understood what the little furball was thinking. Screw that! Was this the little furball's dream life? If the little furball was as strong as the white dog, he would be able to eat like the white dog as well! Was he not ashamed of comparing himself with the white dog?

Before long, they started roasting the golden peng wings. These wings were quite hard to roast. After all, these were Daofuse wings. Even when using his fire character, which was a Sunmoon character, it was still too hard.

This would probably take some time. Furthermore, the sticks they were using as fuel were quite hard to burn as well. This was probably a sight that would cause Tiangu to cry. The sticks being used as fuel here could probably be forged into a heaven weapon.

But Su Yu wasn't too bothered, even if he knew that everything here was extremely valuable. He was very rich as well. He might not be as rich as Culture King, but he was already one of the richest people alive. Thus, this wasn't something that he would feel too bad about doing.

One human, one dog, one ball, one book, and one plant surrounded the fire pit as they awaited their food.

While roasting the wings, Su Yu asked, "Seniors, I have some questions regarding cultivation. May I ask you about them?"

While wagging his tail, the white dog said, "Sure. But we might not have the answer. We're not Master. We don't know everything. We only know a little."

The white dog was being very modest.

Su Yu said, "Senior, with my current strength, is there a way for me to quickly kill a Daofuse without borrowing external power?"

"Daofuses are very strong—"

The tea plant interrupted before the white dog could finish, "Not strong! You lied! Daofuses are weak! Book spirit and I managed to defeat one! How are they strong?"

The white dog pointed at the golden peng wings and said, 'This Daofuse is weak. He walked the dao of others, not his own dao. Also, he had picked a weak dao to walk. The strength of someone fusing the dao of others depends on multiple factors. Firstly, the dao must be strong. Secondly, one's understanding of that dao. Thirdly, one's original strength..."

"Also, the number of people walking the same dao is very important as well. With too many people sharing the same dao, the Daofuse walking that dao won't be too strong."

The white dog looked at Su Yu and said, "You seem to have obtained part of Master's inheritance."

Su Yu nodded and took the Culture Tomb out. "This is the inheritance."

The white dog looked at the Culture Tomb, thought about it, and said, "I remember now. This is one of the great daos Master mastered. He was the sole master of all his daos. This dao must have been separated from him. If you were to pick this dao, you would be the sole person walking it. Upon reaching the end, you would be very strong as well. Stronger than me!"

A dao all for himself. A dao previously under Culture King's control, and a dao with no other controllers. Thus, Su Yu could simply walk this dao to eventually become a supreme expert. This was a ready-made path for him. He only needed to follow the plan and keep forming more characters and inserting them into his character technique to advance further in this dao. In short, this was a complete legacy from the Culture King.

Su Yu asked, "Just how many great daos did Culture King master back then?"

"I don't know." The white dog shook his head, "I'm a dog. I won't ask about all that. I only know this dao because I remember its smell. This was a dao Master prepared for his successor. Why is it still unoccupied after so many years?"

How odd.

Su Yu was curious as well. He said, "His students and friends turned this dao into the Culture Tomb and even erected a cenotaph for Culture King. They even added their own character techniques into the tomb. I don't think anyone realized that this dao was meant for inheritance."

The white dog looked befuddled, "Nobody realized it? But it's so easy to discover! Just by leaving a core character behind, Master made it clear that anyone could use it. Why did they turn it into a tomb?"

Su Yu had no answer. How was he supposed to know what Culture King's students were thinking? Did they really fail to discover the truth? Or were they simply not confident they could walk this dao?

The book spirit laughed and said, "Fat Ball, Master's dao is not something just anyone can walk. His students must have discovered that the dao is too hard for them to walk. They might have researched it extensively before deciding to split it into parts, which ultimately became these so-called character techniques. They were waiting for a day to come where someone could fuse all these character techniques into one and truly master this dao."

The white dog nodded in understanding, "True, true!"

Su Yu's face started twitching. He understood what the book spirit was saying. Culture King's students must have discovered the truth, but they found that they couldn't even form a character technique with ninety-nine characters. Furthermore, that was merely the starting line of this dao. It was simply too hard for them to walk.

Thus, they hid the dao and split it into numerous character techniques. Perhaps one day, someone genius enough to master all these character techniques would appear. And that someone would naturally be the one to inherit Culture King's dao.

If one could form the character technique with ninety-nine characters, this dao would be open for that person. They had done their best.

Su Yu finally understood their purpose in creating this Culture Tomb. If one could fully master this Culture King, one would become a successor of Culture King. If one couldn't, this Culture Tomb would remain the tomb of Culture King's dao.

The Culture Tomb was the true core of the Culture Grave. It was the true legacy of Culture King.

When the white dog looked at the book spirit, the book spirit said, "This is Master's dao. It has a close connection with Master. Of course, Master has given up on it. But if you're willing to listen to my lessons regarding the book my master wrote, you might be able to resonate with the dao and form new characters rapidly and complete your character technique. That will allow you to officially step on this dao. What do you think, Human Lord?"

Su Yu thought about it and nodded, "I'll be troubling you, Senior."

The little furball asked in astonishment, "Yummy, are you not opening your own dao? Walking someone else's dao is something only trash will do..."

Su Yu laughed and said, "What stupid thing are you saying? I'm still weak. I don't know anything about the various great daos. Do you expect me to open a new dao in my current state? The better way to start is by comprehending Culture King's dao, increase my strength, and learn more about the various daos before opening my own dao. Nobody knows something from birth. A process is required to learn something."

The little furball was greatly discouraged upon hearing that.

Was he so stupid?

The white dog started wagging his tail again as he nodded and said, "Yes. There is a process to learn everything. I wanted to walk someone else's dao, but I couldn't find a suitable dao. Back then, Little Master forced me to study every single day. Master also gave me many lessons. Only then did I manage to walk my own dao..."

Nobody was born knowing everything. No matter how smart Su Yu was, he barely knew anything about the various daos. How was he supposed to open a new dao in such a state? It wasn't so simple.

What a joke. Since a complete legacy of Culture King was available, he would be a fool not to learn it. He could worry about opening a new dao when he was strong enough. For now, he had the book spirit to rely on. What was the book spirit? The sentient form of Culture King's book.

Learning from the book spirit might not give him natural characters, but Su Yu was unbothered. This was a dao nobody walked. Thus, any character he formed while learning about this dao would be as good as a natural character.

The white dog said, "In that case, teach him, Book Spirit. Start your lesson. You don't eat meat anyway. We'll eat while listening to the lesson. Tea Plant, make us some tea. We will eat and drink while listening. Wings are quite greasy. We need some tea to go with it."

"..."

Su Yu had the urge to laugh. The white dog seemed rather familiar with all this. But cultivating in this manner felt rather refreshing. It was different from any of his cultivation sessions in the past. A Daofuse book reading out loud for him, a Daofuse tea plant making tea for him, and eating the wings of a Daofuse. He didn't even feel like leaving such a life behind anymore.

Su Yu asked nothing else. He was in no rush. For now, he had to focus on strengthening himself. Furthermore, he had advanced in his cultivation level considerably this time. A lesson from the book spirit would be a good opportunity for him to stabilize his cultivation base. He needed more accumulation to slowly reach the peak.

Before long, the book spirit started reading. Su Yu and the white dog started eating the wings in a relaxed manner. The thick source qi and power of laws in the wings instantly healed all his injuries from before.

And after taking a sip of the tea prepared by the tea plant, Su Yu truly felt like he was in paradise. What better way could one indulge in pleasure? Power? Status? None of that was comparable to the enjoyment he was experiencing here.

All his desires for power and status vanished. Those were external factors, things he could lose and gain at any moment.

"Year Nine of Yong'an Calendar, at the start of spring, I met Zhou Wu at the summit of Nanyuan. Zhou Wu's self-created Eighty-One Heavenly Saber Technique was defeated by me with one palm strike. With a smile, I proclaimed him: barbaric trash."

"..."

Su Yu felt like he was listening to a major gossip.

Who was Zhou Wu?

Martial King?

Holy shit! Trash?

Culture King was quite an arrogant man!