chapter 22 Do you understand what magic cultivation is? Which demonic cultivator will save people?

"Boy, are you here?" Inside the Sword Prison. The dark figure was used to seeing Acker appearing from time to time. "You are so good at using my Soul Capturing Technique... Huh? Why is the fierce aura in you gone?" He felt a little sorry. "Tsk tsk, it's a pity. With the help of that fierce aura, if you practice the demonic method, you will be able to get twice the result with half the effort! So, how are you thinking about it? Are you interested in becoming my disciple?" "No!" Acker refused bluntly. "Not a registered disciple, but a direct disciple!" "That's not the case either!" "You..." The dark figure's tone was choked. "Then what are you doing here? You're too busy teasing me to make fun of me!" "I'm here to thank you." Acker's expression became more serious. If it weren't for the Soul Capturing Technique taught by the dark figure, if he wanted to restore his innocence and kill his father's enemies with his own hands, it would never be as smooth as it was now. "Thank me?" The dark figure's expression perked up. "Are you ready to let me out?" "No." "Then how are you going to thank me?" "I have not decided yet." "..." The dark figure was trembling with anger. Was this little bastard so thick-skinned? No, this was no longer thick-skinned, this was shameless! "By the way." Acker suddenly felt embarrassed. "I have a question for you." "...explain!" "I have a friend..." Hearing this familiar tone, the dark figure's heart suddenly tightened. Expectedly, as soon as Acker finished speaking, he went completely berserk. "Didn't I tell you before? I am the Demon Lord! The Demon Lord! I only know how to kill people, but I don't know how to save people! I can't cure that bullshit extreme cold disease, so let your friend wait for death!" "There's really nothing we can do?" The dark figure answered so simply, which made Acker a little suspicious. "Think again." "No no!" The dark figure roared. "How many times did you want me to say before you understand, you..." Half the story. He seemed to have thought of something, his tone changed, and his attitude suddenly softened. "Is there any way? It's not like there's no way." "Any solution?" "I have a request!" "If I let you go, then there's no need to talk about it!" Acker shook his head. This was his bottom line. He would never let the dark figure out without enough strength to protect himself. "Of course not." The dark figure also understood. It was impossible to get Acker to let him go, so he simply didn't mention it. "What's that request?" Acker was a little curious. "Not ready yet!" The dark figure followed Acker’s example. "When I think about it, I will tell you naturally!" "..." Acker hesitated. "Ok!" After a moment, he nodded. "I promise you!" "Hmm?" The dark figure was a little surprised. If Acker agreed directly without thinking, he would naturally doubt Acker's sincerity. But judging from Acker's current reaction, as long as he agreed to this request, he could definitely not regret it. "Is this friend very important to you?" "First meeting." "Then you help him like this?" "He helped me." Acker’s expression became serious again. "I don't like to owe others favors. If he helps me, I will help him!" "I also helped you." "That's different. If you don't help me, I will hack you to death." "..." The dark figure was choked by him and almost ran away again. After a while, he calmed down. "The cold air in his body has already invaded his bone marrow. I am not good at medicine and can't think of a way to save him! However, in his case, he does not need medical treatment at all!" "Unnecessary?" "Strictly speaking, he has an extremely cold body. Although he is a bit unconventional, he still has a special physique. As long as he has the appropriate skills, he can naturally turn the cold air into a boost and avoid the worry of his life. Of course, with this kind of physique... his future achievements will be just so-so!" "Do you have any skills?" "Of course!" "Aren't you a demon cultivator? Where did you get this kind of skill?" "Rob it!" The dark figure suddenly became interested. "Back then, I was fighting in the world, looking down in all directions! If there were no resources, I would rob them! If I didn't have the skills, I would rob the skills! If there were no women... Ahem, boy, there are many benefits to cultivating demons. You really don't think about it..." "Give me the technique!" "..." The dark figure was interrupted, glared at him fiercely, and casually sketched out a technique. "Although this technique is general, it has a good idea. It takes an extreme approach. It seems to be specially designed for extremely cold bodies. I found it interesting and wrote it down." "This technique..." The more Acker looked at it, the more profound it became. "What grade is it?" "According to what you say here, it's Heaven level." The dark figure said nonchalantly. Heaven level! Acker’s heart twitched! He was afraid that the entire Quirm Dynasty would definitely not be able to find a technique above the Profound level. Unexpectedly, the dark figure casually threw out a technique, which was the Heaven level! That was it, wasn’t it good enough? "That..." He took a deep breath. "How does this technique compare with the Great Freedom Heavenly Demon Scripture?" "What a comparison! The Great Freedom Heavenly Demon Scripture is the supreme sutra that leads directly to the highest realm of demons! Even I can't understand it for the time being. If you compare it with it, you are insulting it!" "What about this?" Acker pointed at the Sword Prison again. "Of course, it can't be compared!" A trace of fear flashed in the dark figure's eyes. "This sword intention is so powerful that I have never seen it in my life! The master of this sword intention has a cultivation level beyond my understanding! Haha, no wonder you are not interested in being my disciple. Less than the Heaven-defying swordsmanship inheritance of the Great Freedom Heavenly Demon Scripture, the rest of the techniques are naturally rubbish to you." "Unexpected." Acker was a little surprised. "You will also be humble." "I have never been an arrogant person! On the contrary, it's you. The outside world is so wonderful, but you never take the initiative to ask, where is your enterprising spirit?" "If I cultivate enough, I will be able to see all the scenery in the world! If I don't cultivate enough, no matter how much I know, it will be in vain!" "You can see clearly." The dark figure waved his hand. "Okay, I've given you the technique, so don't be an eyesore here!" "You just said..." Acker didn't move. "Do you have many such Heaven-level techniques?" "Not all of them are Heaven-level. I only collect high-quality ones. The rubbish techniques from the street. Even if they are above the Heaven level, I don't bother to take a look...Huh? Why do you ask this!" Acker smiled. It was the joy of discovering a treasure. … Outside the room. Alfred was pacing back and forth anxiously, intending to wake Acker up, but thinking of the slim hope that was almost non-existent, he held back. Aside, Little Fool was a little bored and sleepy. Suddenly, Acker opened his eyes. "Young Master!" Little Fool wiped her saliva with a look of joy on his face, "You're awake!" "Boy." Alfred's voice was trembling, "Have you... thought of a way?" It's not just him. Even Divine Doctor Xavier and Prince Charles were staring directly at Acker. Although they knew there was little hope, they could not help but feel a little nervous in their hearts. "Yes!" Acker breathed out softly, picked and repeated the dark figure's words. "So, the cold energy in Prince Charles's body does not need to be suppressed, and there is no need to suppress it. As long as he can find a suitable technique, this cold energy will not only not kill him, but will become the greatest help on his cultivation path! " The words fell. There was silence. Only Little Fool blinked her eyes, wondering if she understood. "What happened to you guys?" Acker was a little puzzled. "Little...boy!" Alfred was a little embarrassed when he spoke. "You said... Your Highness, he... he has a special physique?" Special physique was extremely rare. Even though the Quirm Dynasty Dynasty had been a country for hundreds of years and had a large population, there were only been three people with special physiques. One of them was the founder of the country, one had gone to the Senior Sect early, and one... was now in the royal family! "Strictly speaking..." Acker really wanted to say that his physique was not so good. Just seeing the hopeful look on Prince Charles's face, he quickly changed his tune. "It counts...right." "Empress Consort!" Alfred burst into tears. "Did you see it? Your Highness, he... he has a special physique! If you know about it, you can rest assured!" "Young Master..." Little Fool came over quietly. "What is the special physique? Is it very powerful?" "This..." Acker touched his nose. What a shit! Compared with your bloodline of Eye of Illusion Breaking, it was the most inferior of all! "Wonderful! Wonderful!" Aside, Divine Doctor Xavier was filled with emotion. "I went astray before. I only thought about how to suppress the cold poison, but never thought about this aspect! Alas, my little friend is young and has far more knowledge and experience than me. It really puts me to shame!" "Whee!" Little Fool looked pleased with himself. "The Young Master is so awesome! He can even think of ways to save people while sleeping!" "..." Acker was ashamed. In fact, it’s not to blame that Divine Doctor Xavier had limited knowledge. After all, he was only good at medicine and didn’t know much about other aspects. What’s more, he was still facing a dimension-reducing strike from an unfathomable Demon Lord. "Well..." Suddenly, a sigh sounded. But it came from Prince Charles. "Late..." He had a bitter look on his face. "If I had met Brother Griffin earlier, I might have had a chance, but now... Master Xavier, how long can I live? One month? Two months? I'm afraid I will definitely die if the cold poison attacks next time. " There was a thud. Alfred and Divine Doctor Xavier's hearts skipped a beat. The joy that just appeared on his face disappeared instantly. This kind of technique that was suitable for the cultivation of extremely cold bodies was extremely special. It was also far more precious than ordinary techniques. Not to mention the Quirm Dynasty, even the entire Eastern Wasteland may not be able to find it. Even if it took a step back, even if he was lucky enough to find it, how could Prince Charles wait until that time? "Aren't you a prince?" Little Fool was a little strange. "Your family must be very powerful, let them help you find it!" "It's useless." The Prince Charles smiled bitterly. "They... don't care about my life or death at all." "Your Highness!" Alfred said sternly, "You must not give up easily! You are the only flesh and blood of the Empress Consort. Even if I risk my life and travel all over the Eastern Wasteland, I will definitely find this technique for you!" "Well..." Divine Doctor Xavier sighed. It was obvious that Alfred had lost his mind in excitement. "Young Master..." Little Fool seemed to think of her own experience, her eyes darkened. "He is so pitiful!" "..." Acker was speechless. I hadn't finished speaking yet, but you were acting like you were on the verge of death, right? "That..." He cleared his throat. "I have the technique."