Seeing Zuo Mo open his eyes, Cang Lin suppressed the excitement inside and bowed deeply to Zuo Mo. "Cang Lin cannot repay Daren's favor of rebirth. If Daren commands, Cang Lin will definitely come!"
Cang Lin's expression continuously changed, sometimes painful, sometimes relaxed. Cang Ze did not dare to slack off and hurriedly notified the elders of the clan. This was an extremely important matter for the Grey Clan.
The yao arts of the blood colored thorn vines … … were very interesting!
"It lasted for two hours," Cang Ze hurriedly answered.
The other elders saw the two strands of Golden Soul in Chief Elder's hand and couldn't help but have expressions of disbelief. The production rate of Golden Soul was extremely low. Last time, to trade for [Grey Scar Art], they had spent ten strands of Golden Soul. The amount of stock in the clan could be counted on one hand. They hadn't expected Chief Elder to use two strands of Golden Soul today!
A moment later, six old Grey Clan elders appeared next to Cang Ze.
This kind of complex and strange yao art had many unique aspects. Zuo Mo might have resolved the yao art imprint on Cang Lin's body but there were still too many unanswered questions. The other's challenge letter was like a fat sheep delivered to his mouth. Starved and thirsty, Zuo Mo unhesitatingly accepted it.
The expressions of the elders instantly became grave. They had all tried to heal Cang Lin but in the end, they had not succeeded. The yao art imprint on Cang Lin's body was not strong but it was extremely stubborn. No matter what method they used, they could not get rid of it.
Pia!
However, Chief Elder thought about it. This was not a bad thing. If the Grey Clan had the support of such a powerful expert in the future, at least they would not have to worry about other people targeting the Golden Tree.
A cold light flashed through Zuo Mo's eyes. He sat cross-legged on the ground and recovered his consciousness.
Suppressing the worry and shock inside, Zuo Mo started to seriously inspect Cang Lin's consciousness. He quickly found the problem. The speed at which these thin blue flows flowed was too slow, really too slow.
At a place where the blue flows converged, there was a blood vine covered in thorns that was very eye-catching.
He carefully observed for a long time and confirmed that the red thorn vine was the culprit that caused the blue flows to not flow smoothly. He did not hesitate and started to resolve it. In his eyes, the thorn vines were all made from yao arts.
A long time later, Zuo Mo slowly opened his eyes and exhaled deeply. "Such a strange yao art!"
"How is the situation?" Chief Elder asked in a low voice. His gaze landed on Cang Lin and did not move away. From the flickering light on Cang Lin's body, the other party was in the middle of healing.
The yao that had left a yao art imprint on Cang Lin sent him a letter of challenge.
This time, Cang Ze had called him over because Zuo Mo had asked about the yao market's bounty. Among the younger generation of the clan, only Cang Lin had entered the third prison.
"Relax."
He himself could not remember clearly, but the deconstruction of yao arts had almost become an instinct of his. When he saw a completely new and complex yao art, he had the instinctive excitement of a diner seeing delicious food!
His divine sense had improved again! Other than joy, Zuo Mo was also slightly puzzled. His consciousness seemed to have improved too quickly recently. It was increasing at a rate visible to the naked eye. He was a little worried. Would there be any problems with this speed of growth?
This really was a complicated yao art question. Zuo Mo's mind moved quickly. He was extremely focused. The lights of all kinds of little yao arts continuously flashed on his hands. He was so familiar with little yao arts that he could not be more familiar with them. He could use them easily and without any effort. It was like eating and drinking. Just as a thought formed in his mind, the little yao art on his hands had already formed.
This was it!
If this was a normal time, he would have been dismissive of this letter of challenge, but today, his heart was moved.
If Cang Lin's wounds could be healed, it meant that the Grey Clan would have another powerful helper! So when Cang Ze heard that Zuo Mo could heal Cang Lin's wounds, he was overjoyed. Cang Lin was completely dumbstruck, his mind blank.
Zuo Mo glanced and suddenly said in surprise, "You were wounded before?"
He could not be blamed for losing his composure. The former glory of the Grey Clan had disappeared long ago. Right now, the Grey Clan was continuously declining. Not having a successor was the greatest problem the Grey Clan faced. Cang Lin had once been the hope of the entire Grey Clan. In order to heal his wounds, the clan had spent countless resources. Cang Ze was one of the youths in the clan whose talent was second only to Cang Lin, but if it wasn't for [Grey Scar Art], it would have taken him a while more to break through the first prison.
Without hesitation, Zuo Mo started to deconstruct it.
Coming into contact with the red thorny vines, Zuo Mo couldn't help but shake.
He closed his eyes, and the scene inside the blue mist continuously appeared in front of him.
Seeing the situation, the elders did not dare to slack off. They stood their ground and protected Zuo Mo.
Chief Elder stilled. His eyes suddenly lit up, and he could not suppress the joy on his face. The other elders quickly reacted, and all of them had joyful expressions.
Chief Elder had wanted to stop them, but he hadn't made it in time. He couldn't help but sigh inside. As expected of a young person! When these words were spoken, it was equivalent to putting the future of the Grey Clan into Xiao Mo Ge's hands. Of the youths in the clan, the one most likely to inherit the position of clan leader was between Cang Ze and Cang Lin. But he had seen the attitude these two had towards Xiao Mo Ge.
"Yes, Daren," Cang Lin said hoarsely. His voice was slightly hoarser than Cang Ze's, and his eyes were dim. In the past, he had been the most outstanding of the younger generation of the clan. At a young age, he was able to enter the third prison. Once, he had a conflict with someone in the third prison, and was wounded in battle, injuring his consciousness. He hadn't expected the other's imprint to be so vicious. The elders of the clan had thought of all the solutions but were helpless.
Cang Lin opened his eyes. That pair of dim eyes now had a different kind of luster to them.
It had been a long time since he had encountered such a powerful yao art!
"Daren! This is my cousin Cang Lin. He has entered the third prison before. If Daren has any questions, you can ask him, "Cang Ze said respectfully. Cang Ze said respectfully. Standing beside him was a male yao that looked similar to him, but he looked slightly dispirited. Cang Lin also bowed towards Zuo Mo. His eyes were filled with awe. In these days, the infamy of this mysterious daren had spread in all directions.
He quickly had an excited expression. The structure of the red thorny vine was a new structure that he had never seen before, and it was much more complex than the yao arts that appeared in the Wasteland Beast Chessboard. From the moment they entered Vast Water Clear Skies, Pu Yao had continuously emphasized how to solve it in Zuo Mo's ears.
Zuo Mo was not courteous and accepted the Golden Soul. He said that he wanted to ponder what he had gained today. The elders were all intelligent people and hurriedly bid farewell.
The Grey Clan had declined, but with the golden tree, they had managed to survive until now. The reason the Grey Clan could protect the golden tree was because they had this group of powerful elders. Each of them was not strong, but they were unusually united. Other people did not dare to rashly touch them. But if they were no longer here, this golden tree would become the death call of the Grey Clan.
How many yao arts had Zuo Mo solved up until now?
Looking at Cang Lin's pale and listless face, Chief Elder's heart hurt. They elders struggled to support the Grey Clan, but they were already in the later stages of their lives. But seeing them weaken day by day, and the juniors of the clan did not have anyone to succeed them, the urgency they felt could be imagined.
Moments later, a figure appeared in the distance.
Zuo Mo was thoughtful.
This was a challenge with an arrogant tone and naked threat. The other detected that Zuo Mo had solved the yao art imprint he had left behind and was very discontent. He wanted to fight Zuo Mo.
Zuo Mo was shocked. The scene in front of him was too clear.
Zuo Mo was excited!
Zuo Mo was motionless like a wooden person.
Zuo Mo quickly encountered an obstacle but this did not discourage him. On the contrary, his fighting spirit was stimulated. He was like a martial artist thirsting for battle who had encountered an opponent of the same level as him.
The light on Cang Lin's body suddenly flashed. This sudden change caused the expressions of the elders to become serious. They knew that this was the crucial moment!
They had to find a time to ask Pu Yao.
He walked in front of Zuo Mo in a daze.
When he saw Cang Lin today, he detected that Cang Lin's vitality was not flowing smoothly so he asked.
The appearance of [Grey Scar Art] undoubtedly filled the elders with hope for the future.
Just like usual, Zuo Mo's consciousness was like a nimble antenna that connected with Cang Lin's consciousness. Suddenly, the scene in front of him changed. He seemed to be in a patch of green mist. The mist flowed restlessly. It was possible to see dozens of thin streams of mist that slowly flowed along specific trajectories.
Zuo Mo narrowed his eyes. He was not skilled in healing, but he had frequently inspected A Gui's body and gradually understood. Vitality, this intangible and ethereal thing, was the basis of his judgment. At the beginning, he had felt it from the [Little Art of Cloud and Rain]. When he inspected A Gui's body, he had a more direct feeling. In the prison-breaking battle of Vast Water Clear Skies, facing the vast water breath filled with vitality, he had a new understanding of vitality.
The thin streams were like rivers. Some were thick, some extremely thin. They intertwined, and some did not interfere with each other. Zuo Mo seemed to understand. These thin streams were like the channels in the human body. They supported all of the consciousness.
A crisp sound suddenly came from Cang Lin's body. It was unusually clear.
Zuo Mo detected it. He opened his eyes and stood up. Just now, he had successfully deciphered the yao art imprint in Cang Lin's consciousness. Just before the blood colored thorn vine turned to dust, he had received a letter of challenge.
Without a need for greetings, the elders guarded Zuo Mo and Cang Lin in the middle to prevent others from disturbing them and affecting the treatment.
Cang Lin stilled. Cang Ze was the first to react. He said in a trembling voice, "Daren, can you heal this kind of wound?"
However, they knew that Chief Elder usually had deep intentions in his actions. While they were puzzled, no one spoke up to object. They bowed towards Zuo Mo. "Please accept!"
Thinking about this, he took a step forward and bowed towards Zuo Mo. "This old man is the Chief Elder of the Grey Clan. Greetings to Sir Xiao Mo Ge! The Grey Clan is extremely grateful for Sir's help. This is just a small token of our gratitude. Please, Sir, accept. "
If Cang Lin could recover, then their last bit of worry would disappear. With Cang Lin's talent, if he cultivated [Grey Scar Art], his progress would skyrocket.
"Let's heal first." Zuo Mo beckoned at Cang Lin. "Come here."
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