King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 928 - 928 916 Titans Cultivation Method

Chapter 928: Chapter 916 Titan’s Cultivation Method Chapter 928: Chapter 916 Titan’s Cultivation Method “Alright, Ule, if your strength truly surpasses that of an adult Yi Kong, then conquer a Windbreak Steed now!”

Riding on his mount, Batu pointed to a herd of Windbreak Steeds roaming the prairie and said to Muria. A Windbreak Steed refers to a six-legged horse-like creature that Batu was riding.

“Hmm!” Having been patient for a while, Muria dismounted his warhorse and walked towards the herd that was grazing on the grass. He was not accustomed to too much physical intimacy with the same gender, even if that person was his father.

“Windbreak Steed, Blue Creek Beast, ha!” While walking toward the herd, Muria chuckled softly, “These two creatures are as if they were made for the Yi Kong People, both have already become the standard for adult Yi Kong.”

When Muria approached the herd that numbered in the thousands, the Windbreak Steeds were quietly grazing, seemingly ignoring Muria’s existence.

“It’s like this again!” Seeing this scene, Muria curled his lip and then looked up at the sky. On his journey from the tribe to the prairie, he hadn’t been attacked at all, even while passing through the territories of some carnivorous creatures, just as his father had said, as long as they did not initiate an attack, those creatures would not bother them.

“I’d better pick a mount for transportation first! Thinking too much is useless!” Muria’s gaze surveyed the herd, a beast group of such size must have a leader, guiding their movements, so, he was searching for that one horse king.

“Found it!” Without much effort, Muria spotted the standout horse king, whose body was bigger than all the Windbreak Steeds.

Boom!

Muria’s body slightly bent, then he sprung up, vanishing from the spot in an instant. A few blades of grass, stirred by the impact he left behind, spiraled in the air before gently falling to the ground.

“Ule!” Seeing Muria’s unabashed target, Batu and some other Yi Kong People called out his name anxiously, trying to stop him.

Indeed, in the outdoors, as long as the Yi Kong People did not provoke other creatures, those creatures wouldn’t attack them. However, once the Yi Kong People made a move, everything would be different.

Herutu!

Like a warhorse, but with a more powerful cry, resonated above the prairie. Muria did not heed the shouts behind him, he was already atop the horse king, gripping tightly onto the two tentacles extending from the horse king’s head.

…By the time the sun had reached the center of the sky, the exhausted horse king wearily carried Muria towards the group of Yi Kong People, who were watching from afar.

“Ule, how could you…” What followed was just as Muria had expected. Batu, like a female, started rambling non-stop in front of him.

Muria listened to Batu’s complaints with a smile on his face. He could feel the worry in those words, but also pride.

“Father, I have conquered a Windbreak Steed, we can start the hunt now!”

…

As the sun was about to set, a hunting team that set out from the Turan Tribe in the early morning returned, bathed in the afterglow of the setting sun, to the tribe’s territory that was gradually emanating light.

Almost every Windbreak Steed in this hunting party was carrying one or two hunted animals. It was indeed a full return.

“Batu, your son is truly a genius!”

Nearing the tribe, a Yi Kong person couldn’t help but exclaim to Batu, and it wasn’t the first time he had said this today.

Though Batu felt as if he could grow calluses from hearing similar phrases so often, he still couldn’t help smiling, showing his pearly white teeth.

Muria heard this praise but did not show too much emotion on his face. It was to be expected.

This hunt, originally intended to give Muria some exposure to the world, to familiarize with the environment, to teach him hunting skills, turned into his personal debut in this world the moment he decided to show off his abilities.

Initially, to keep up appearances, Muria pulled out the black bow that Batu had obtained for him and shot two arrows. One arrow missed, while the other merely wounded the prey.

From the third arrow onwards, Muria got too lazy to keep up the pretense and directly displayed his real skill level, a shot never missed, and every single one was fatal.

As a result of his actions, including his father, those Yi Kong People who intended to protect him became mere spectators, turning into a crowd that could only exclaim in amazement.

“Ule, put down your prey and come with me! We are going to see the Great Elder!” After entering the tribe, the fully loaded hunting team immediately attracted the attention of many Yi Kong People.

However, Batu didn’t care and was calling Ule’s name as he skillfully climbed the tree, his movements nimble, even with a hunted animal on his shoulder larger than his body.

“Oh!” Muria dismounted and followed after pacifying the horse king, which had just arrived in this unfamiliar area and was still somewhat anxious.

…

“Great Elder!” Soon after, Batu, carrying the large hunted animal, walked into the Great Elder’s treehouse with Muria, bowing his head respectfully and calling out.

“It’s Batu and Ule, why have you come!” In the dimly lit treehouse where the old man was feigning sleep in his chair, he opened his bright eyes and sat up with a chuckle, looking at the two Yi Kong People, one big, one small, entering his room.

“Elder, please have a look at this game! It was slain by Ule!” Batu said with an excitement he couldn’t restrain, pointing to the prey at his feet.

“Hmm!” The bent old man took notice of the prey Batu had placed before him and scrutinized it carefully. Then a look of surprise appeared on his face.

This Night Wolf, its skull seemed to have been shattered to death by some blunt weapon. Judging by the fracture, it appeared to be the work of a Yi Kong person using their fist, but such strength had already surpassed the bounds of an ordinary Yi Kong person.

“This is…” The Elder looked up at Batu.

“This is when I took Ule out hunting, he killed it with his fist!” Batu turned and pointed at Muria standing behind him.

“Elder!” Seeing the Elder’s gaze on him, Muria called out with a grin, in stark contrast to Batu’s restraint, he seemed very relaxed and at ease.

“Little Ule, did you really kill this?” The Elder asked, pointing to the Night Wolf with the shattered skull at his feet.

“Of course!”

“If so, then show me the strength with which you killed this Night Wolf by throwing a punch at me.”

“That’s not really a good idea,” Muria scratched his head.

“Ule, go ahead and punch without worry. The Elder used to be a Baghda,” Batu said from the side.

“Used to be, but not anymore, I’m old, but catching your fist should still be no problem. So, little Ule, don’t hold back.”

“Alright then!” Hearing the Elder say so, Muria no longer hesitated, walked up to the old man, and threw a standard straight punch.

As he swung, two faint but dazzling white patterns appeared on his wrist, dim in light, yet they stood out conspicuously in the dimness of the treehouse.

“Just as I thought, hahaha!” The Elder grabbed Muria’s punch, and more complex and bright white patterns emerged on the palm that caught Muria’s fist.

…

A moment later, Muria, holding a Tree Bark Book and grinning uncontrollably, walked out of the Elder’s treehouse with Batu, who couldn’t hide his joy.

“Father, I’m going back to study the Baghda training method,” Muria said, lifting the Tree Bark Book in his hand to his father.

“Good, good, go back to your study. I’ll bring dinner to your treehouse with your mother,” Batu said, beside himself with delight, especially since the Elder had said his son could certainly become a true Baghda before reaching adulthood.

“Okay!” Seeing his father, who seemed ready to share his joy with others, Muria sighed somewhat helplessly and left.

…

“Sigh, indeed, it’s good not to have too many expectations. What a crude method of cultivation!” Muria muttered to himself after reading through the cultivation method of the Baghda given to him by the Elder in the treehouse.

This method of cultivation, to Muria, was like an adult looking at the scribbling of a three-year-old child. However, crude and simple as it was, it was of immense use to Muria.

The hardest part is not going from one to ten thousand, but from zero to one. With this book that allowed him to make use of the abundant energy ores beneath his feet, his strength was about to surge explosively.

…

Five years later, twelve years since Muria arrived in this world, his body had grown to a size comparable to an adult Yi Kong person, while his strength wasn’t even on the same level anymore.

“Elder!” Muria, strong and tall yet proportionately built, entered the treehouse and looked at the increasingly bent old man slowly rising to his feet.

“It’s little Ule! How’s your cultivation going? How much stronger have you become?”

“You see!” Muria, dressed in a beast hide, stood still, yet radiant, eye-catching white patterns one after another began to emerge on various parts of his body, lighting up the dim treehouse.

“Good! Your strength has strengthened again. It seems I underestimated you five years ago!” The Elder laughed, looking at Muria, enveloped in light, “Do you come to me today for a reason?”

“Elder, I’ve come to tell you that I want to travel far for a while, and I’m not sure when I’ll return,” Muria said, fading the light patterns, reverting to the appearance of an ordinary Yi Kong person.

“What do you intend to do by traveling far?” The Elder asked, somewhat puzzled.

“I want to challenge the Baghda of other Yi Kong tribes in the great forests of Ayare!” Muria shared his desire.

Having optimized and exhausted the Baghda cultivation method given to him by the Elder, Muria’s entire body was covered in light patterns. Now he needed to find a new path, for his current strength was still far from enough.