He already had the general outline of a plan in his mind. Thinking about this plan, he was filled with excitement and anticipation!
Thinking about this, Pu Yao's mood became extremely irritated. Looking at the guy that was making trouble for him, he wanted to blast Zuo Mo into dust. But he still suppressed the impulse. His temper was not good, but he was not stupid.
Fragrant Ginger Yard, Shi Feng Rong stood in front of the medicinal tub with a cold face. Zuo Mo's entire body was soaked in the medicinal liquid, only his head exposed.
Zuo Mo's vile conduct had caused the higher ups of Wu Kong Sword Sect to be united against a common enemy.
Facing Zuo Mo's stubborn silence, Pu Yao felt a headache coming.
"I am a yao." Pu Yao said faintly, "The path I know is different from you xiuzhe. It is normal to have some side effects."
Last time, when he had fought with Chao An, he had fought as the weaker one. Even though he had won in the end, he had still been heavily wounded. After Master's emergency treatment, he had mostly recovered. Originally, Zuo Mo had decided to slowly recover. But who would have thought that the sect leader would suddenly want him to attend the last round without rules. Now that there was the jade scroll as a reason, he had to face the problem of healing.
Shi Feng Rong, whose face had been full of concern, couldn't suppress it and said discontentedly, "This guy needs to be taught a lesson!"
Pu Yao's gaze became even more unfriendly. Zuo Mo forced himself. He knew that if he retreated every time, then his authority would decrease, and his outcome would become even worse. Power had to be fought for. Even if he had to take a certain amount of risk, it was something that couldn't be helped.
"This cannot be tolerated!" Xin Yan's face was murderous.
If Zuo Mo's cultivation talent was average, they wouldn't be so displeased. But his cultivation talent was outstanding. Whatever he cultivated, he would improve quickly. Even the [Vajra Profound Sutra] that was thrown to him, he had silently cultivated it to the level of Golden Flesh Clothing. But he didn't seem to have any interest in the sect's sword cultivation. There were so many powerful sword scriptures in the sect that were open to the public. Other than taking a few glances at the beginning, he didn't even look at them afterwards.
The speed at which he channeled the medicinal power was far slower than the speed at which they burrowed in.
The potential that Zuo Mo displayed gradually changed Pu Yao's attitude. He suddenly thought of a certain person picking Zuo Mo from the beginning. Instantly, his mood became terrible like he had eaten a fly.
"This boy is really strong." Yan Le said in shock, "His body cultivation is this strong? Isn't it already at the level of Golden Flesh Clothes? "
What made Zuo Mo even more panicked was that the medicinal power did not show any signs of waning. It was still as vigorous and ferocious as before!
Zuo Mo was overjoyed but he still corrected, "It's a trade!" A transaction and a reward were two completely different things. A transaction was a reasonable gain, but if it was a reward, then it would be different.
Zuo Mo's scolding was like a storm. Pu Yao was completely dumbstruck.
In fact, he could feel the potency of this tub of medicinal liquid. The vigorous and vigorous medicinal energy was like countless little worms, drilling into his body. But this process was not so beautiful. Zuo Mo felt as though his entire body was being pierced by countless needles.
Pu Yao choked on Zuo Mo's words. He knew that Zuo Mo was still holding a grudge that his cultivation could not increase. And what Zuo Mo said was the truth. Among the zhuji xiuzhe, there weren't many that were better at earning jingshi than him.
"It's not trash …" The confused Pu Yao wanted to explain.
Zuo Mo couldn't help but stop. Meeting Pu Yao's cold and eerie gaze, he instantly shrunk back, "I … … what I mean is … … you have to give me … … something without side effects … …"
Once Pu Yao decided to be unreasonable, Zuo Mo was at his wit's end. The difference in power between the two sides was naturally not equal.
Hearing Master tell him to channel ling energy, he paused slightly. Should he channel [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] or [Vajra Profound Sutra]? The thought turned in his head and he decided to channel [Vajra Profound Sutra]. The origins of [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] were unknown. It wouldn't be good if Master found out. He wasn't afraid of [Vajra Profound Sutra]. Xin Yan Shibo had given it to him. Even though the [Vajra Profound Sutra] he was practicing now was the gravestone version, but the difference between the two was just five sentences.
He gritted his teeth. He knew that if he could endure this period, the rewards this time would be great. Familiar with dan-making, he was very clear that it could not last for long. The medicinal power contained in the ling medicine was limited. As long as he could endure, he could easily slowly process the medicinal power absorbed into his body. As the medicinal power burrowed into his body, it quickly turned to dots of golden light, merging into his muscles. Right now, all the muscles on his body were flashing with golden light. The dots of golden light that were like fine sand became even denser.
The rushing ling energy and medicinal power mixed together like a wild horse that had escaped its reins, unable to be pulled back!
"Up to you." Pu Yao's face was unconcerned, but inside, he felt a headache. Zuo Mo was becoming harder to deal with.
Zuo Mo could only choose to remain silent.
"Don't waste words." Shi Feng Rong said exasperatedly, "Channel ling energy." When she saw Zuo Mo, the nameless fire in her heart rose, unable to be suppressed. Such great talent, but he didn't like to cultivate the sword, and only liked to make jingshi! Why did she take in such a greedy disciple?
What made Zuo Mo even more panicked was that he couldn't stop!
However, he temporarily didn't need to consider the problem of making jingshi because he was poor and penniless. And what was in front of him was the last round of the Sword Test Conference.
How could Pei Yuan Ran and the others feel good?
But his time … …
"However, your speed needs to be faster!" Pu Yao's tone became extremely dissatisfied, "The speed at which you make jingshi is too slow. I need more jingshi!"
If you wanted the horse to run, you had to give the horse grass to eat. Zuo Mo, this guy who only had jingshi in his eyes, was becoming more and more shrewd. It wasn't possible to trick him like before.
Realizing that he was being suppressed by Zuo Mo's presence, Pu Yao instantly became angry. He narrowed his right eye, revealing a red that was like a long blood knife. In a cold voice, he said, "Oh, what do you want to say?"
Of course, the most important thing was that he didn't need to pay jingshi for the treatment … …
Whoa!
At this time, Zuo Mo couldn't attend to anything else. He furiously channeled [Vajra Profound Sutra], trying to spread the excess medicinal power in his channels into his flesh and bones. As the medicinal power spread throughout his body, it continuously healed the damaged parts of Zuo Mo's body. It was like a heavy rain, nourishing the dry earth. Those damaged parts greedily absorbed the medicinal power.
With a cold snort, he disappeared.
Pu Yao's meaning was very clear. He couldn't be blamed for the side effects. He also clearly said that the things he gave in the future would still have side effects.
Pu Yao didn't have any good solutions to this guy who was passionate about jingshi but was very stubborn in his bones. If it was anyone else, truthfully, Pu Yao didn't feel that they could do better than Zuo Mo. This guy was a natural born expert at making jingshi. Pu Yao found that Zuo Mo was extremely sensitive to all factors related to himself. He knew when to fight for it without angering the other. He knew how to give and take. He really was a smart guy.
His channels were filled, but the medicinal power was still uncontrollably pouring in. His channels were expanding at a visible rate.
Concentrating on channeling ling power, Zuo Mo forgot himself. He didn't know anything that was happening outside. All of his consciousness, all of his ling power, was being channeled. This time, Master had thrown some ling grass into the tub. The medicinal power was extremely strong. He felt that he was going to explode from the medicinal power that was flooding in!
Damn it!
"It's not strange that humans would have problems cultivating the scriptures of yaomo." The viciousness in Pu Yao's eyes gradually retreated, his tone becoming as calm as usual. "However, I have some xiuzhe scriptures on hand. In the future, all the rewards will be these spells. If there are side effects, don't blame me."
His cultivation was much lower than other people. If his body hadn't recovered, even with Su's help, he definitely wouldn't have made it to the end.
Countless needle-like medicinal power seemed to be attracted by magnets, turning to dozens of thin streams that burrowed into the major acupuncture points of Zuo Mo's body, quickly entering the ling power flowing through his channels.
"I insisted on letting him attend the next round of the Sword Test Conference to let him see the true power of a sword xiu." Even with Pei Yuan Ran's composure, he was angered to death by Zuo Mo. "I have already told Wei Sheng to test the sword at that time. Humph, let him see what a sword xiu is, and why sword xiu are the strongest xiuzhe! "
He had to get the Kun Lun introductory formation jade scroll. Even though he had Su's guarantee, but Zuo Mo still didn't feel reassured. There would be one hundred people in the last round. Only ten would be chosen. The cruelty could be imagined. Su might be strong, and it was not a problem for her to protect herself, but if she added him, then it would be hard to say. It was safer to rely on himself.
Zuo Mo heard the deep discontent in Master's tone and instantly became much more docile.
The inky black medicinal liquid gave off a terrible smell. Being in the middle, Zuo Mo naturally became dizzy. "Master, what's inside? Why is it so bad? "
"Not bad! Our sect's disciple is actually not interested in our sect's magic art. Not to mention if this news were to spread, even if our ancestors in the underworld knew about it, we would lose all our face! "Yan Le, who was usually cheerful, had an angry expression on his face at this moment.
Outside the tub, Shi Feng Rong had a concerned expression. Zuo Mo's entire face was a dark gold as though it was cast from gold. At some unknown time, Pei Yuan Ran, Xin Yan, and Yan Le had appeared beside her.
In a short amount of time, Zuo Mo felt all the channels in his body were clogged. He couldn't help but jump in fright. He had never encountered a situation like this.
"If it's not trash, then what is it?" Zuo Mo's eyes widened.
But the speed at which the golden light increased could not compare to the speed at which the medicinal power increased.
Zuo Mo was not surprised by Pu Yao's sudden disappearance. He released a breath. Every negotiation with Pu Yao was very dangerous. Pu Yao was very normal most of the time, but his temper was volatile. If he was the slightest bit careless, his outcome would usually be terrible.
Luckily, the result this time was pretty good. He was very satisfied.
But right now, he had to suppress the excitement inside, throw the plan to one side, and face the more direct problem: healing.
The medicinal power was like a flood, furiously flooding into his body.
Oh, even among yao, there weren't many that were as smart as him.
The expressions of the other people instantly became ugly.
"I'm just a zhuji xiuzhe." Zuo Mo had to emphasize the truth.
Once he started [Vajra Profound Sutra], Zuo Mo instantly felt a feeling that was completely different than usual.
What medicinal liquid was this? Such strong medicinal power!
Xin Yan snorted coldly. "I just don't like cultivating the sword!"
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