"I did it out of goodwill. I really didn't do it on purpose."
"Look, isn't the little monk fine now?"
"There's no need for you to be alarmed over such a small matter, right?"
"Your cultivation technique is truly powerful. Reversing Yin and Yang, reversing the universe and reviving the dead … eh?"
As the burly man cried, he sensed that something was amiss.
The blood-colored butterfly in midair did not move at all.
There was no life aura within the butterfly as well.
The burly man stared at the blood-colored butterfly for a moment and realized that it was an illusion created by Su Zimo's demonic qi – it did not possess any lethality at all!
The burly man's face darkened and he wished he could slap himself.
He had lived for countless years and had never been afraid even against the top existences of Tianhuang Mainland, let alone lose his composure to such an extent.
It was truly because that woman from eight years ago was way too domineering and left a huge shadow in his heart.
The moment the blood-colored butterfly appeared, he thought that the woman had returned.
The burly man was already feeling guilty after nearly getting Su Zimo killed.
Now that he saw the blood-colored butterfly descend, his first reaction was to think that it was here to settle scores with him. Instantly, he was scared out of his wits and fell to his knees with a thud …
The old monk was much calmer.
The burly man stood up awkwardly and coughed gently to hide his awkwardness.
Thankfully, the little monk was unconscious the entire time and did not witness everything. Otherwise, he would have been utterly embarrassed.
A look of mockery flashed through the old monk's murky eyes as he said slowly, "To think that the mighty …"
"Old bald monk!"
Before the old monk could finish, he was interrupted by the burly man in exasperation.
The burly man pointed at the old monk and his finger nearly poked the latter's face. Glaring with widened eyes, he snarled, "Shut up!"
The old monk sneered and shifted his gaze. When he saw that Su Zimo was out of danger and his breathing was stabilizing, he was relieved and turned to leave.
Halfway through, the old monk paused in his tracks and murmured expressionlessly, "Red-headed ghost? Hmm … that's a good name. "
The burly man froze for a moment before realizing that the old monk had already vanished from the backyard of the hall.
The burly man clenched his fists so tightly that cracking sounds could be heard as he snarled, "Bloody hell, you old bald monk. Instead of chanting your sutras, you're in the mood to make fun of me …"
…
After an unknown period of time, Su Zimo slowly woke up.
Su Zimo's eyes were blank. He struggled to sit up and rubbed his forehead. After sitting for a while, he gradually remembered what had happened before he fainted.
Su Zimo could not help but recall the face of the red-headed ghost as a buzzing sound echoed in his ears.
Su Zimo's entire body quivered. Almost without thinking, he leaped up and ran toward the main hall with all his strength.
"Hmm?"
After running a few steps, Su Zimo's expression changed as he gradually discovered something strange.
His physical body seemed to be stronger than before!
The Inner Core at his chest had also regained some luster and a crack had already been repaired!
"This …"
Su Zimo suddenly remembered the bowl of clear water he drank at the end.
The only problem was that bowl of water!
"Little monk, from today onwards, come here every other month to drink a bowl of water."
Right then, a familiar voice sounded.
Previously, this voice nearly tortured Su Zimo into a lunatic!
Su Zimo resisted the urge to run and turned around.
In the depths of the cemetery, a burly man covered in chains laid on the ground with his hands behind his head. He did not even look at Su Zimo, as though he was resting with his eyes closed.
Su Zimo could not help but ask, "Red-headed ghost, what's this water?"
When he heard the words' red-headed ghost ', the burly man's mouth twitched and he said impatiently, "Just drink when I tell you to. Why are you spouting so much nonsense?"
Su Zimo did not get angry even though he was snubbed.
He could vaguely sense that the attitude of the burly man towards him had changed ever since he woke up.
He could not tell what it was exactly.
Something must have happened while he was unconscious!
That bowl of water was not simple either!
Prior to this, Su Zimo had consumed a 10,000 Year Vermilion Fruit and his Inner Core did not show any signs of recovery even after receiving a massive amount of lifeforce essence.
However, after drinking that bowl of water, not only did his body strengthen, even one of the cracks on his Inner Core healed!
That was not all.
Su Zimo could clearly sense that there was still a massive amount of lifeforce essence left in his body.
Even if he cultivated the Mystic Classic of the Twelve Demon Kings of the Great Wilderness every night, that amount of energy would be enough to last him for a month!
What sort of water possessed such a strong healing power and rich lifeforce essence? What sort of water could possess such a miraculous power?
Su Zimo searched through the ancient books he had read in detail but could not find any universal treasure that was compatible with the spirit water.
However, he knew in his heart.
With the support of sufficient spirit water, his Inner Core had a chance of recovering within a couple of years if nothing went wrong!
If he continued cultivating, his Inner Core would be completed or even perfected in the near future!
That cultivation speed was something that he could not achieve even if he was outside the Dragon Burial Valley with sufficient flesh and blood to consume!
Su Zimo was in a great mood now that the hidden danger of his Inner Core was resolved.
No matter how slow he was to react, he could tell that the burly man was helping him.
At that thought, Su Zimo bowed deeply in the direction of the burly man and said seriously, "Red-headed ghost, thank you. There's a difference between good and evil even among ghosts. You must be a kind ghost … you're just a little too talkative. "
"Get lost!"
The burly man hollered.
Su Zimo fled in a fluster.
Looking at Su Zimo's back view, the burly man revealed a row of sharp, pearly white teeth that creaked loudly. With a resentful expression, he said hatefully, "You're the ghost! Your entire family are ghosts!"
…
By the time Su Zimo arrived at the courtyard of the grand hall, it was already noon.
Ming Zhen was chanting sutras in the courtyard. When he saw Su Zimo return unscathed, his eyes widened and he closed in, asking in confusion, "Junior Brother Ming Xin, you're alright?"
Ming Zhen knew how terrifying the burly man in the backyard was.
If he had been tortured for an entire night, he would be completely exhausted and dispirited – there was no way he would be as spirited and bright as Su Zimo.
"I'm fine,"
Su Zimo had a relaxed expression as he patted Ming Zhen on the shoulder with a fake smile. "I'll be heading to the backyard again a month later. Do you want to come along?"
"No, no!"
Ming Zhen's head shook like a rattle-drum as he spoke resolutely.
Su Zimo smiled.
Right then, the old monk pushed open the door and said in a seemingly casual manner, "A woman arrived in the Dragon Burial Valley today and has been crying for more than ten minutes … sigh, in the blink of an eye, a year has passed."
"A woman is crying?"
Su Zimo froze for a moment.
Immediately after, he seemed to have thought of something and turned to leave the old temple.
With a worried expression, Ming Zhen turned around and asked, "Master, lend me your Dharmic weapon. I'll go protect little junior brother."
"There's no need,"
The old monk shook his head. "Let him go by himself. He has the Mingwang Prayer Beads on his wrist so the evil spirits outside won't be able to get close to him."
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