Returning home, he opened the gift box. Inside were all kinds of ling worms and beasts. Like mud-turning worms, they weren't even in grade. Most were first-grade, and there were one or two second-grade. But it could be seen that these ling worms and beasts had been put in some effort. Even though the grade was not high, but they were all useful.
Threads of coolness spread into his body, and the pain instantly lessened.
Luckily he remembered!
But he would quickly wake up. Because of the pain! The pain of his consciousness being injured would wake him up.
"Water source?" Pu Yao snorted, "If you don't know, don't pretend to know. Those are low grade black gold worms. Fourth-grade and above black gold worms can find ling veins. Seventh-grade can find ling sources. Ha, but ninth-grade is the truly good stuff. As to tenth-grade, I've never seen one. "
Zuo Mo was slightly disappointed. For him, the black gold worms didn't have much practical value.
"Ah!"
Seeing Zuo Mo accept the gift, the female disciples finally had expressions of relief.
Pu Yao's interest was clearly stirred by these worms. He said excitedly, "There are many things to play with worms, especially the methods. It varies from person to person. I've seen an expert at playing with worms before, called the Blood Mosquito Daoist. That guy was really strong. I don't know how he managed to forge countless spirits and put them on a swarm of blood mosquitoes. Then he travelled through a hundred jie. At each jie, he would leave behind a few blood mosquitoes. His enemies brought a group of people and chased after him countless times, but they couldn't kill him. "
Pu Yao, this madman! What an out-and-out lunatic!
"Ling veins?" Zuo Mo asked suspiciously, "Isn't it used to find water sources?"
"Shixiong, these little things aren't worth much. It's our goodwill. Please, Shixiong, accept it."
Pu Yao picked up one and examined it for a while before throwing it in front of Zuo Mo, "Here, this one is barely passable. Throw the rest away. "
Struggling to climb up, enduring the pain, he started [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation].
He knew what kind of pain was coming. It was really like what Pu Yao said. His soul was trembling. Even though he had been cut so many times, but every time he had to face that snowy white streak, he would still feel terror, an unparalleled terror. When he was conscious, he didn't dare to think back. He was afraid that any bit of memory would cause his fragile mental defenses to instantly collapse.
"Alright, let's continue." Pu Yao waved his hand and said impatiently.
"Um, how can this black gold worm rise to fourth-grade?" Zuo Mo humbly asked in a fawning tone.
It was as white as silk and dazzling as the Milky Way poured down from the sky!
Xiao Guo couldn't help shrinking back again, but still mumbled: "But, senior sister said, the body is the most important."
The time he was given was very short, so short that he didn't even have the time to blink.
"I said it's fine, so it's fine!" Zuo Mo glared at Xiao Guo.
His trembling, bony body was like a blade of grass that could break at any moment in the storm of the night. Perhaps in the next second, he would collapse.
He was like a crazy gambler, betting on a chance that was less than one in ten thousand.
The difference between the two was like heaven and earth. Xin Yan Shishu was a jindan xiuzhe, a sword xiu that even Tian Song Zi admired. And Zuo Mo was just an outer sect disciple of lianqi eighth level. Xin Yan Shishu had studied flying swords for over two hundred years and Zuo Mo hadn't even learned the most basic sword scriptures.
Fainting, waking up in pain, fainting again, waking up in pain again … …
Every once in a while, they would pull Zuo Mo over to inspect the ling grasses.
There weren't any major problems with the ling grasses, other than a few problems that occurred due to improper handling. For Zuo Mo, who planted ling grains, these were some simple and basic problems. Most of the attention of these female disciples was put on how to raise ling beasts. Growing ling grasses was just to provide food for the ling beasts so it was extremely rough. Usually, they didn't take care of it.
When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with ecstasy!
The direction that the snowy white sword essence would appear.
But, Xin Yan Shishu's sword essence, how could he see it clearly?
So painful! He couldn't help but wail, rolling on the ground.
It wasn't easy for everyone to survive, Zuo Mo silently thought.
But his eyes were firmly fixed on the front!
Zuo Mo was extremely speechless. He couldn't resist saying: "They are just outer sect disciples. Where would they have high level goods?"
Before the words landed, a snowy white sword essence once again easily cut Zuo Mo's consciousness in half. Still remembering what Pu Yao had just said, Zuo Mo directly fainted.
This time, Pu Yao didn't make it difficult for him and said briskly: "Very simple. Don't you have a small section of ling vein in your seclusion room? Put this black gold worm and a piece of pure gold rock in a jade box and bury it around this section of ling vein. After a month, it should be able to rise to third grade. To rise to fourth grade, it probably needs three months. "
"Nothing." Zuo Mo's voice was hoarse as he responded and continued to walk forward.
The tearing pain tortured his fragile nerves. He could only start [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]. A ball of energy continuously moved inside his body. Threads of coolness seemed to be absorbed from all the acupuncture points in his body and then spread throughout his body.
What he could do was to grit his teeth and climb up to start [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]. Only this could repair his consciousness and lessen the pain.
Seeing the ling fields being ruined like this, Zuo Mo's heart ached. If these ling fields were planted with ling grains, how much jingshi would there be?
A female disciple handed over a gift that had been prepared.
Xiao Guo worriedly looked at Zuo Mo and gathered her courage to say: "Shixiong, if your body isn't well, another day is fine."
All of this seemed to be futile.
But, he still trembled as he stared at the front, his mouth unconsciously cursing: "Damned renyao, damned renyao."
Zuo Mo decided to close his mouth. He wouldn't argue with this girl. He really didn't have the energy. Anyone that had been chopped into pieces by the sword essence released by a jindan xiuzhe definitely wouldn't have any energy left.
What Pu Yao chose was a black beetle, slightly larger than a thumb. Flipping through the jade stick they had given, he found out that this black beetle was called black gold worm. It liked to eat gold and metal. Its wings could be sold for a pretty good price. Other than that, supposedly it could be used to find water.
Fourth-grade black gold worm could find ling veins … … this was an unparalleled temptation to Zuo Mo.
He casually flipped through the ling worms and was very disappointed: "All low level stuff, not worth much."
After an unknown amount of time, it was still the sharp pain that woke Zuo Mo up. Opening his eyes, Zuo Mo wanted to laugh at the sky but when it reached his mouth, it became a wail.
The flame in the sea of consciousness flickered. That dim star in the void seemed to become much brighter. The bewitching sea of fire couldn't take away its light.
Woosh, the snowy white sword essence cleaved Zuo Mo in half without any resistance.
Only when Xiao Guo came to find him did Pu Yao temporarily let him go.
He continued: "Picking ling worms, you have to pick the ones with good talent. Like your black gold worm, if you raise it well, it can advance to fourth-grade. The others, they can't even reach third-grade. "
"Pain is the most delicious thing in the world. You have to savor it, enjoy it. The taste is so fresh and sweet that it seeps into your bones. Even your soul, it's trembling!" Pu Yao stuck out his crimson tongue, licking his lips, leisurely saying: "Death is like fireworks. But you can continuously experience the process of it blooming. How lucky you are!"
Xiao Guo had come to find him to ask him to help take a look at the ling grasses. The incident with the weeds last time had made all the girls on the Eastern Peak break out in a cold sweat. Li Ying Feng had become an inner sect disciple under Yan Le's tutelage. Other than cultivating, she also had to follow her master to learn how to manage the sect's businesses. She had no time to come to the Eastern Peak. But they still remembered Zuo Mo, this zombie shixiong. And before Li Ying Feng had left, she had especially greeted him, hoping that he could help these female disciples.
His pupils suddenly dilated. Before he could recover.
Xin Yan Shishu's sword essence was far from what he could endure. Every time he faced this vast snowy white sword essence, he felt the gates of hell. That deep terror that came from the deepest part of his heart made him tremble. The difference between the two was too large, so large that there was no suspense. Even this kind of terror that was like the moment before death, Zuo Mo only had an extremely short moment to feel it. Immediately after, his consciousness would be easily cleaved in half. His only result was fainting.
Zuo Mo tried his best to widen his eyes. At this moment, his body stopped trembling, the mumbling in his mouth disappeared. The entire world was a patch of snowy white. He needed to search in this patch of white to find the essence of this sword essence.
"I've played with black gold worm before, but it wasn't this kind of trash. Low-grade ones aren't useful. The true use of this thing is to find ling veins … … "
Why did it become painful?
But, he didn't have a choice. There was no path of retreat.
Zuo Mo thought and took the gift. Even though this matter was slightly troublesome, but if he really encountered something troublesome, he believed that Li Ying Feng wouldn't just sit and watch.
Before he could take a breath, another sword essence came down from the sky. Zuo Mo fainted again.
Just like this, slashing, fainting, waking up from the pain … … it continued. In one day, he would faint dozens of times. It could be imagined, how could his condition get better?
Damned renyao!
Zuo Mo muttered, his eyes widening as he stared fixedly at that snowy white sword essence that was as fast as lightning!
"Shixiong, are you not feeling well?" Xiao Guo struggled for a long time but couldn't resist asking.
After an unknown amount of time, the sharp pain once again woke Zuo Mo up. Zuo Mo's first thought when he woke up was, did he remember the method to raise the black gold worm to the fourth level?
He understood the thoughts of these female disciples. No matter where, female disciples were always at a disadvantage, especially outer sect female disciples like them. Li Ying Feng had left and had no time to take care of them. They needed someone who had the ability to protect them. It was no wonder. The average cultivation of these female disciples was around lianqi fifth level or sixth level. There wasn't anyone that came out to take on the responsibility.
If he had the time, he even doubted if he could hold out until that day. But, Pu Yao didn't even give him this little bit of time. He became numb from the pain.
Every time, the time that Zuo Mo had to comprehend was extremely short. After being slashed several hundred times, he gritted his teeth and persisted.
Pu Yao suddenly appeared, crouching in front of these ling worms and ling beasts: "Talking about playing with worms, tsk tsk, us yaomo are the ancestors in this area."
"Hiss! So painful! "
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