Chapter 14 The Secret Room
"All the members of the Wang family deserve to die!"
The flaming man's face roared, his eyes extremely vicious, and he wanted to peel off Wang Heng's skin, eat Wang Heng's flesh, and drink Wang Heng's blood.
Although Wang Heng felt a little uncomfortable about this, he was not afraid.
After all, the other party's real body has been dead for who knows how many years, and there is only a trace of resentment left, powerless and furious in the oil lamp. There is nothing to be afraid of.
"Haha, it's just my father's defeated general who dares to bark here." Wang Heng sneered.
"Little thing, one day I will catch you and crush you to death like a small insect." The human face was irritated by Wang Heng's words, so angry that his face was distorted, and he uttered such a vicious oath.
"Even your true body has been boiled into lamp oil. You are destined to be trapped here in this life, and you will never be reincarnated. Why do you say such big words." Wang Heng chuckled and shook his head, no longer paying attention to this obsession.
It wasn't until he moved away from the boiling oil lamp that the roar gradually disappeared.
Not only that one oil lamp, but all the oil lamps in this passage were abnormal. Wang Heng suspected that the lamp oil they used was refined from the enemy that his father, the Immortal King, had killed.
Walking through the dark passages, there is always a feeling of being watched.
The gazes were like poisonous snakes, dormant in the darkness, making people feel uncomfortable.
Not all resentments will roar as loudly as the previous existence. They understand that doing so will only bring humiliation to themselves.
Finally, Wang Heng arrived at his secret retreat room. A stone door inlaid on the wall in front of him began to glow without warning, and then rumbled open.
He knew that this was the secret room that Wang Mian said was exclusive to him, so he walked in.
The space inside is very spacious, all facilities are complete, and there is a strong atmosphere of immortality. Every breath you take is full of immortality.
The secret training room dedicated to the Immortal King's parents and children, you don't need to think about it to know how extraordinary it is.
A stone bed was laid out in the corner of the secret room. It was thick and solid, and the whole body was filled with the energy of chaos. It gave people a heavy feeling even before it got close. As Wang Heng got closer, he was surprised to find that he was close to the avenue. Harmony is constantly improving, that is to say, the efficiency of enlightenment is increasing, and the true meaning of all avenues flows and merges into chaos.
"Could this be a stone bed made of Chaos Stone?" Wang Heng was surprised and unsure.
He was convinced that if he sat cross-legged on a stone bed when he was enlightening and practicing, he would get twice the result with half the effort.
This stone bed is undoubtedly a treasure.
Wang Heng went up and sat down. As he expected, the effect of this bed was unparalleled. It was of great help in cultivating Taoism and could sense all the ways.
If just a bed is so extraordinary, how magical can other things be?
He looked at a stone table. It was very ordinary, nothing special. But if he got close, he could clearly sense that there was an inexplicable substance precipitating from the stone table and spreading into the void, making people feel comfortable and vaguely aware of it. gain.
Wang Heng was surprised, what material was this stone table made of? It can actually enhance the monk's soul. Although the effect is not obvious in a short period of time and is not easy to detect, if it accumulates over time and accumulates, it will be terrifying.
He looked at the stone table again, where there were two fruit plates, each containing several divine fruits. There was a burst of fragrance, and just one sip made people intoxicated and couldn't help themselves.
Wang Heng thought for a moment, and since he could put it in his secret room, it meant he could take it at will.
If this kind of magical fruit were placed in the outside world, the monks would probably fight for their scalps and fight to the death. However, in his secret room, it was placed randomly, just like any other delicious fruit.
If you don't eat now, you may not have that chance in the future. After all, the decline of the Wang family is inevitable.
Wang Heng could predict the future and knew in advance that his father, the Immortal King, would be severely injured by a foreign land and eventually die, but he could not change this.
Who would believe the "nonsense" of a ten-year-old boy who has never practiced Taoism?
Moreover, his father, the Immortal King, went to the border to intimidate foreign lands. Such a major event could not be affected by his few words. Wang Heng knew it himself, so he did not try.
Not only for this reason, he felt that he would not be able to get through in front of an Immortal King. There was no way that the Immortal King's father would discover that he was an "outsider" and not the original soul of his own son.
Wang Heng has always been worried about this. Until now, he has no good way to deal with it. He can only take it one step at a time, hoping that his success in cultivating the Tao in the future will give him some confidence to face it.
Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed, so he picked up a magical fruit and started to feast on it.
The divine fruit is sweet, rich in juice, melts in the mouth, refreshing and moisturizing the throat, and has an extremely good taste. It is the most delicious fruit Wang Heng has ever tasted.
The most important thing is that this fruit is rich in the breath of life, and also contains many substances that can enhance the soul. One divine fruit can make Wang Heng's soul clear and his eyes gleaming.
A large amount of substances beneficial to the soul have accumulated and become Wang Heng's foundation, which will slowly erupt in his future practice.
Opening his eyes, Wang Heng breathed out a breath full of the fragrance of the divine fruit.
He couldn't help but sigh that people are indeed different. Some people are already at a high point that others can never reach as soon as they are born.
Outsiders would never dare to think about the treatment of the Immortal King's parents and children. For the Immortal King's parents and children, the extremely precious divine fruit is just a fruit to quench their thirst. Only the Immortal King's family can be so luxurious.
Feeling that he was still unsatisfied, Wang Heng picked up another magical fruit at random, and in the blink of an eye, he ate only the core.
After quenching his thirst for a while, he turned his attention to the middle of the secret room.
There was a futon lying there, woven from unknown twigs with buds growing on it. It didn't look much different from an ordinary futon, except for a touch of green.
However, Wang Heng knew that this futon was definitely not simple. As the son of the Immortal King, the futon he sat cross-legged on when he was enlightened must have something magical about it.
He came to sit on the futon, and before he could do anything, his complicated mood immediately calmed down, just like a rolling lake that became calm in an instant.
Later, Wang Heng couldn't help but immerse himself in the state of enlightenment. The ancient ancient characters that he had understood before appeared at this moment. They floated up and down in his eyes, and the true meaning of various avenues flowed in his heart.
After a deep enlightenment, Wang Heng benefited a lot. He understood what Wang Mian said. If you don't consolidate it before cultivating the Dao, you will definitely not be able to cultivate the Dao flawlessly, and there will be subtle flaws.
He woke up slowly, looked at the futon he sat on, and couldn't help but rub it gently with his hands.
It can help people realize enlightenment. This futon is truly a treasure.
Wang Heng remembered that Kunpeng, one of the ten evil men, had a futon like this, which was woven from Kunmu buds. It was full of divinity and could calm people's minds and help them gain enlightenment.