Demon Hunter and His Cabin
Chapter 600 - Chapter 600 Chapter 532 The Power of Imagination is Really

Chapter 600: Chapter 532 The Power of Imagination is Really Strong_2 Chapter 600: Chapter 532 The Power of Imagination is Really Strong_2 The collision between different Martial Arts Skills and Spells can result in a variety of outcomes.

This process must be incredibly lengthy, as any skill needs to be honed through relentless refining, let alone the new product of the fusion of swordsmanship and Dharma Seal.

Of course, this is just for ordinary people. With access to the Hunter’s Cabin, Roger faintly felt that he might have ways to speed up this process.

“Sword Pavilion.”

He suddenly became intensely interested in Sunrise’s power.

“Is it possible to learn the Secret Laws of all schools?”

His thoughts flew to other places, his body still swiftly moving and practicing the Autumn Water Fraction’s skills, his consciousness entered the library, where a cultivation Secret Manual for the Autumn Water Fraction had already formed.

Roger used his consciousness to casually flip through it, and the Hunter’s Cabin seemed to offer new interpretations based on the swordsmanship he had already learned.

Because the data collection wasn’t comprehensive, this process became extremely slow.

Roger gathered his thoughts; the Hunter’s Cabin’s strength had never disappointed him, and he believed this time would be no exception.

If he continued to study the secret techniques related to the Autumn Water Fraction, then with the help of the Hunter’s Cabin, might there be a chance to perfect the part that Higurashi Chika was missing?

If Roger could complete the cultivation Secret Laws of Autumn Water in a manner most compatible with himself with the aid of the Hunter’s Cabin, he could evolve a new Guardian Spirit based on the new inheritance.

At that time, would his Nekomata still belong to the Autumn Water Fraction?

Perhaps it had already become the Cat of a Demonic Hunter.

Roger was very much looking forward to this.

Given the compatibility demonstrated by the Hunter’s Cabin, a brand new Cat Fraction would surely burst with even greater vitality!

Roger continued to practice until noon before he stopped. With the guidance provided by Higurashi Chika, he had nearly reached his limit.

Next, he needed to figure out a way to get more information from the girl.

After storing his weapon and changing his shoes, Roger passed through the path and was approaching the main hall when he heard Aoki Kazuo’s voice coming from the room.

Is this guy really that persistent?

Entering the room, Roger saw Aoki Kazuo talking to himself about something, while by the window, Higurashi Chika was browsing through documents, her expression showing that her attention was clearly not on what Aoki Kazuo was saying.

“Senka, isn’t it time to eat?”

“I’m busy.” Higurashi Chika didn’t even lift her head.

Aoki Kazuo glanced at Roger, who shrugged.

Roger sized up Aoki Kazuo. The guy seemed decent, but could he possibly make him one of his own?

Unlikely.

Given his surname, he obviously had significant ties with the Aoki Shrine, and realizing this, Roger’s gaze towards Aoki Kazuo cooled considerably.

“This guy, no longer useful, huh.”

“I’ll do it.”

Aoki Kazuo clapped his hands, and the Paper Doll in his palm fell to the ground. Immediately afterward, a woman’s figure appeared next to him.

Tall and stern-faced.

Aoki Kazuo made a gesture, a greenish symbol faded onto the woman’s forehead, “Go.”

The woman didn’t speak but followed Aoki Kazuo’s directions towards the kitchen.

“Quite convenient.”

Roger was now somewhat familiar with how Samurai utilized Spiritual Power, but the Onmyoji’s methods seemed to be much more complex.

Because of the particular nature of the Divine Deer Guardian Spirit, the Paper Dolls controlled by the Aoki Shrine seemed more lifelike and able to help the Onmyoji with many simple tasks.

But as far as Roger knew, controlling such Paper Dolls required the consumption of a certain number of Living Souls.

What are Living Souls?

Unclaimed wandering souls, or the purified product after a demon or monster’s conversion.

Realizing this, Roger vaguely guessed at some of the hidden matters.

What does the Everworld amount to for the current world?

An indispensable part, or a back garden that provides Living Souls?

Roger hoped he was overthinking it.

Soon after, a table of exquisite dishes was set up, and after eating, Aoki Kazuo could find no excuse to stay any longer, even if he had the thickest skin.

He left the courtyard reluctantly, and the sound of a car starting came from outside, then gradually faded away.

“I’ve finally found the reason.”

Higurashi Chika approached Roger with a book in hand.

“Reason?” Roger was slightly surprised.

“Your advancement is too fast, it’s simply not normal.” Higurashi Chika flipped through the book in her hands.

“However, there are precedents for this in the records.”

“Indeed, there are some individuals whose affinity for Spiritual Power is far above normal, and they even possess terrifying potential in various aspects.”

“Some believe that they are born with a body already tinged with pure spirit, as if they are part of the Guardian Spirit itself.”

“Such individuals even have a slim chance of awakening a special Destined Guardian Spirit and, combined with learned knowledge, can master Dual Guardian Spirit.”

“Each one is incredibly powerful.”

Roger’s face was expressionless; in fact, he had no idea what Higurashi Chika was talking about.

He certainly realized the potential dangers that came with rapid improvement, but Roger was more reluctant to pretend to be ordinary and waste time.

And before he could explain himself, Higurashi Chika had already come up with a plausible reason for him.

“Oh.”

Roger was silent.

“You already knew, didn’t you?” Higurashi Chika seemed to have thought of something.

“Do you have any idea how dangerous what you’re doing is? As far as I know, there are people out there looking for someone like you. They’ll kill you when you’re weakest and then refine and extract your Destined Guardian Spirit.”

Higurashi Chika’s voice trembled slightly.

“Aren’t you afraid that I’ll expose your identity?”

“Do you trust me that much?” There was a flicker of something unusual in Higurashi Chika’s eyes.

Roger blinked; he truly didn’t know what to say at this point.

“I know you won’t.”

In the end, he could only respond dryly.

Higurashi Chika fell silent for a moment, then stood up, “Follow me.”

She led Roger towards the inner room.

Roger hesitated, as the direction Higurashi Chika was heading had only one room…

That was where she lived.

Uh…

What’s going on?

Roger looked up and out the window to check the sky outside.

Lunch had just been eaten, and the winter sun hung lazily in the sky, warm yet not burning.

“What are you spacing out for? Hurry up and come over!”

Higurashi Chika urged from ahead.

A trace of struggle flashed across her face, “Are you coming or not?”

“I might change my mind the next second.”

No sooner had she finished speaking than Roger appeared beside Higurashi Chika.

With a guess forming in his mind, Roger nodded.

Following Higurashi Chika into the room, Roger hadn’t expected that amongst the antique courtyard, there would be a room so filled with a modern touch.

In fact, for Transcendents, the vast majority didn’t rely on technology as obviously.

Those who were fully immersed in the comforts of the ordinary were even rarer, all changes brought about by power.

For things that came too easily, the excitement of most people tended to be low.

The air was filled with a faint aroma, not of any perfume or herb, but that of a vibrant life force.

Higurashi Chika approached the table, opened her palm, and placed it on a corner of the table.

Click.

A hidden compartment appeared, and Higurashi Chika opened the box and took out a stack of books.

“Your progress is too fast, and your comprehension ability surpasses me by far. If I guide you based on my experience, I might mislead you.”

“These are all the Secret Skills and cultivation methods of the Autumn Water Fraction that my father left behind before his departure, everything except the key Spirit Controlling Technique.”

Higurashi Chika looked at Roger.

“With your talent, any Sword Pavilion would take you as their best Inheriting Disciple, but I guess it’s because of your identity that you didn’t choose those places.”

Roger didn’t say a word.

All he could do was marvel at the power of assumption.

This tacit attitude only deepened the thoughts in Higurashi Chika’s mind.

She handed the books to Roger.

“You trust me.”

Higurashi Chika’s tone grew more intense.

“I trust you!”

Roger took the books and began to flip through them casually; a series of prompts appeared on the noticeboard in his view.

At the same time, the Library’s information on the cultivation methods of the Autumn Water Fraction underwent a dramatic change.