Waking up from a nap, the piercing sunlight made it hard for Luo Mo's eyes to open.

  He let out a comfortable sigh, and the faint ache only made him feel an inexplicable lightness throughout his body. He really wanted to continue sleeping. After struggling for a moment, he still decided to get up. At the Foundation Establishment stage, one basically had no need for sleep, but apart from recovering physical strength, the most important thing about sleep was to let the mind rest.

  In the sunlight, he stretched his waist, and his whole skeleton crackled like stir-fried beans. Left Mo was startled for a moment. He hastily felt all over his body and didn't find any problems, so he was slightly relieved.

  Every time he breaks through, he feels confused and has no idea what's going on. Like the breakthrough of the fourth layer of "Xiao Yunyu Jue" and the breakthrough of one breath in "Tai Xi Lian Shen", this time is no exception. In addition to the crisp sound, there is also an increase in cultivation, and for now, he hasn't discovered other benefits brought by building the foundation.

  He was too greedy, Zuo Mo self-deprecatingly smiled, just the increase in his cultivation had already brought him boundless benefits.

  After walking out of the house, Zuo Mo felt that the warm sunlight was even more precious after his narrow escape. Even the dead bird on the roof didn't seem as disgusting to him as it had yesterday.

  He stood still, suddenly taking a deep breath, his tense fingers suddenly snapped, and a virtual shadow shook. His expression was focused, and his fingers seemed to come alive, moving at an incredible speed, with complex changes that dazzled the eyes. Since learning "Cao Mu Jue", this finger technique had become one of his most practiced techniques.

  The application of spiritual energy, in the refining qi period, actually doesn't have many techniques to practice. Something like "Small Cloud and Rain Technique" is almost the limit that Zuo Mo can reach during the refining qi period. As for the application of divine sense, he doesn't even have any guiding phrases or sentences, it's as if he can't even touch the threshold. The only thing that he thinks is useful and worth spending time on is finger techniques, so "Grass Wood Technique" which emphasizes finger techniques is also his only choice.

  The increase in cultivation does not bring significant benefits to finger techniques, which also makes Zuo Mo vigilant. Building the foundation is only the first hurdle of cultivating truth, and the difficulties that lie ahead can only be understood by trying it personally.

  My goal has long been not just about earning crystals and living.

  To pursue the answer, one must pursue power. Even a master at the Golden Elixir stage would speak of that person who altered their appearance with such trepidation. In other words, they had to surpass their master's power.

  The master is in the Golden Elixir period...

  Zuo Mo took a deep breath, lifted his expressionless face, and his hands hanging at his sides suddenly clenched into fists.

  A very distant, despairingly distant goal. Countless cultivators, and how many can achieve the Golden Elixir? Not to mention others, in the entire sect's second generation of disciples, the only one with the most hope of achieving the Golden Elixir is Wei Sheng, my senior brother. As for myself? A guy who only has a bit of talent in the Five Elements...

  If he were to become a powerful spiritual cultivator, Zuo Mo did not doubt that he would be able to do so. But forming the Golden Elixir, even with his most optimistic estimate, was only a one in ten thousand chance.

  From the moment he knew he was being remade, he couldn't help but ask himself if it was worth pursuing such a distant and unattainable goal. Now that he had become a spirit plant husband, his life would only get better, and if he were to form a partnership with someone, their future offspring would also be able to live a good life. In this way, betting on his life, betting on his fate, to pursue a goal that almost had no hope of victory, was it worth it?

  Every time he starts to waver, he thinks of that recurring dream, the repeated "even death cannot forget". Each time he asks himself, what is it that even death cannot forget?

  He doesn't know.

  He is a timid person, for the sake of living, he can smile and bow his head. But...

  He wants to know.

  The change in his state of mind also brought about a drastic change in his attitude towards cultivation. He became more diligent and worked harder, knowing that his starting point was very low, and he also knew that his innate talent was not good, but he also knew that he had his own advantages.

  Although he had cursed the damned pervert countless times in his heart, Zuo Mo still needed to thank him. Without Pu Yao, he wouldn't have been able to see even a speck of sunlight. For this ray of sunlight, no matter what price he had to pay, he was willing.

  This time, Zhu Ji suffered greatly, but for some reason, his mentality became more calm and peaceful, and his thinking became clearer. The Lingzhi husband can greatly enhance his status in the sect, but the Lingzhi husband is obviously unable to complete his own goals, this aspect is more worth relying on, it's still the sword key. In the future, the Lingzhi husband will only be an important means of earning crystal stones for himself, rather than the main direction of development.

  There are many ways to enhance combat power, but among the various cultivators, the strongest in combat power is the sword cultivator. Moreover, being in a sword cultivator sect, one cannot give up on what's readily available. Although I don't have much innate talent for cultivating swords, I'll just have to work harder.

  As soon as he thought of refining his sword, he thought that after reaching the foundation, he could refine and fly his sword. However, he soon became troubled - he didn't have a technique for refining flying swords.

  Huifang Courtyard, Shi Fengrong saw Zuo Mo and slightly revealed a look of surprise, but immediately recovered as usual: "Even if the foundation is built, one cannot slack off. Go to the Classics Room, there are some jade slips that you can take a look at. Next time I come out, I will personally test you. If you are lazy, you will definitely be severely punished." The last four words had already turned into a stern tone.

  Zuo Mo was scolded by his master until he couldn't lift his head, and could only respond with a series of "yeses". In his heart, he was cursing his bad luck, thinking that he had somehow managed to offend his master. He couldn't help but wonder who it was that had actually provoked his master this time.

  The master's anger dissipated slightly, and he cautiously opened his mouth: "Master, the disciple wants to ask for a method of refining the flying sword."

  "Refine the flying sword?" Shi Feng Rong furrowed her brow, somewhat displeased: "Your focus should be on cultivating spiritual plants and refining elixirs, don't be greedy, being too greedy will make it hard to digest, don't you understand this principle yet?"

  Zuo Mo listened, secretly sighing in frustration, knowing that he wouldn't be able to get any good techniques. He could only awkwardly say: "Disciple understands, but our Empty Sword Sect is a sword cultivating sect after all. If we can't even cast the Flying Sword technique, won't it lose face for our sect?"

  "It's also okay." Shi Feng Rong listened and felt that it made sense: "You go to your Master Xu Yi, just casually find a practice to do. Don't spend too much energy."

  "Yes." Zuǒ Mò replied obediently.

  "Get out." Shi Feng Rong gave the order to leave without any politeness. Yesterday's events with Bai Ri Xing had made her mood drop to its lowest point. She had also heard some rumors about Bai Ri Xing, all sorts of strange and bizarre things, but one thing was consistent - none of them were good news. If such a thing happened in another realm, she could watch the excitement from afar, but since it happened in Tian Yue Realm, her mood couldn't be worse. Especially seeing the worry in the eyes of the sect master's senior brother made her feel even more unpleasant.

  She knew the master's brother very well. The master's brother never panicked, but this time he was worried too. The situation must be worse than she had imagined!

  If Auntie knew who was behind the prank, hum! Her eyes were filled with murderous intent, scaring Xǔ Qíng to the point of trembling with fear.

  Until he left the Huanfang Courtyard, Zuo Mo felt stifled in his chest. He also knew that his master was doing it for his own good, but he couldn't explain his own reasons to his master. It seemed that he had thought things were too simple, and Zuo Mo smiled bitterly in his heart. He had originally thought that if he made greater contributions to the sect, the sect would naturally improve his treatment, and he wouldn't have to worry about things like techniques. Now he realized that he had been thinking too naively, and his treatment would indeed be improved, but there were many aspects to treatment. Techniques and such were a sect's most core things, how could they be easily given to someone?

  At this moment, he can only pin his hopes on Wei Sheng coming out of the Sword Cave and teaching him a thing or two.

  He decided to go to Master Xu Yi's place, if he couldn't get the best technique, then he would settle for a mediocre one. As for sword techniques, he was a complete blank slate, so learning more about them and laying a good foundation wouldn't hurt.

  Hmph, if the sect won't give it to me, I'll just buy it myself.

  As long as you spend enough crystal stones, you can naturally buy a good sword technique.

  Is Ge Dandang Ling a person who lacks crystal stones? He completely forgot that his last crystal stone was also crushed by Pu Yao.

  In the sea of knowledge, a raging fire is burning fiercely. If Zuo Mo were to come here now, he would definitely be startled. Those deep red flames that were dancing wildly before have grown even taller now. The temperature of the icy river seems to have dropped again, but what has changed the most is the star in the void.

  Dazzling like diamonds, radiant and dazzling.

  On the tombstone shrouded in dark clouds, the lazy Pu Yao propped up his perfect chin with one hand, and with the other hand, he casually stirred a pile of powder, muttering to himself: "The crystal stone is used up again, alas, this guy is really useless, can't even get a crystal stone right."

  He muttered to himself, "I should have known better. Now look what you've done, you've made a big deal out of this and attracted all sorts of trouble from outside. Even in death, you're still causing me trouble, you really are incorrigible."

  A white powder trickled out from between his fingers.

  A lonely ghost sat on a tombstone, sighing with emotion: "Even the landlord's family has no leftover grain!"

  Wen Dao Tang, Xu Yi saw Zuo Mo at the time, slightly surprised, but quickly regained composure, smiled and said: "Rarely do I see my junior brother visiting, come, come, sit."

  Zuo Mo looked at the Xie Yi in front of him, who was once someone he greatly admired when he was an outer sect disciple. He never thought that now they would be on equal terms. The twists and turns of life were truly unpredictable, and he couldn't help but feel a few pangs of emotion.

  "Thanks again for Master's guidance in the past." He bowed sincerely.

  Xu Yi was taken aback and hastily pulled back Zuo Mo: "Younger brother, don't be too polite, it's just my duty after all."

  The two of them felt much closer after this conversation.

  "My younger brother rarely comes, have a taste of my tea." With a slight movement of his hand, a set of tea utensils appeared in front of him. A yellow bamboo tea tray with two cloud-shaped ears was placed on the table, simple and elegant. On it was a set of purple sand teapot and cups. The purple sand teapot had a subtle glow, obviously engraved with an array pattern. Seven small cups were arranged like the Big Dipper.

  Xu Yi took out a jade box, and when he opened it, Zuo Mo only felt a faint scent hitting his nose. Inside the box was half a catty of Ling tea. The Ling tea was as green as jade, with each sprig having three leaves, tender and delicate.

  "This is Xiang Tea." Xu Yi introduced, "Qingteng Xiangguan made it, and I spent a lot of effort to buy it." He immediately smiled and said, "I don't have any other hobbies, I just like this one."

  Xu Yishi's expression was focused, and his hands moved skillfully as he began to wash the pot and cup. Where had Zuo Mo ever seen this before? He stared with wide eyes, unblinking.

  Only to see Master Xu Yi first take a small amount of tea leaves and put them into the purple sand pot, pour in cold spring water, and immediately use his right hand's index finger and thumb to lightly pinch, a red flame floats in front of him. Master's slender white fingers moved extremely gently, only to see him lightly put this red flame into the purple sand pot.

  Splish splash!

  Inside the purple sand teapot, countless small water droplets burst open. The spring water inside transformed into a ball of emerald green mist, yet not a single drop spilled out. Master Xu Yi swiftly picked up the teapot and poured a stream of jade-green tea broth into the cup.

  Inside the teacup, the green tea is enticing, and a fragrance that is completely different from before wafts up.

  "Hurry up and drink it, or the effect will be gone if it gets cold." Master Xu Yi's expression was serious as he directly picked up a cup and put it to his lips.

  Xue Zhe followed his senior brother, Zu Mo also picked up a cup and savored it slowly with a look of intoxication, he took a sip!

  Boom!

  It's hard to describe the feeling of tea soup touching my tongue at that moment. It was as if countless flavors burst in my mouth, and almost simultaneously, tears and snot flowed out of my eyes.

  Seeing Luo Mo's disheveled appearance, Xu Yi almost choked on his tea and then smiled.

  Zuo Mo ignored his master's teasing, his entire spirit focused on savoring this wonderful feeling. A cool sensation spread throughout his body, making him feel incredibly light and relaxed, all his pores opening up in comfort, it was so comfortable that he wanted to sigh contentedly.

  "This tea is rich in spiritual energy, you've just established your foundation, it's beneficial for stabilizing your realm." Reminded Xi Yi.

  Zuo Mo didn't say a word and hastily gulped down the remaining tea soup in one mouthful, then sat cross-legged with his eyes closed.

  Seeing Zuo Mo's rough drinking, Xu Yi shook his head, seemingly dissatisfied with Zuo Mo wasting good liquor. He sipped it slowly, one small mouthful at a time, savoring the taste with a look of enjoyment on his face.

  Zuo Mo slowly opened his eyes and felt refreshed. He couldn't describe the comfort he was feeling. Without another word, he bowed to Shi Feng: "Thank you, Brother."

  Xu Yi waved his hand: "Just ask Shidi to have a cup of tea. This time Shidi came, must be something."

  Zuo Mo then told Xu Yi about how he had asked his master for the flying sword technique, and after listening, Xu Yi nodded: "I understand, I didn't think that my junior brother would obtain the jade card and still have aspirations to cultivate the sword."

  "I was just messing around." Zuo Mo hastily said. Being struck by his master like that, he felt it was better not to speak rashly.

  "Haha, a man with ambition for the sword is not something to be ashamed of. Wielding a sword to conquer the world, defeating evil and ridding demons, isn't that exhilarating?! Haha, Big Brother was the same back then, but later discovered his talent was mediocre, making it hard to achieve anything, so he switched to studying alchemy." Xǔ Yì said with a self-deprecating smile, then continued seriously: "Since Little Brother is interested in the sword, Big Brother has spent more time within the sect and knows some things, let's chat about them."

  As soon as Zuo Mo heard the four words "subdue evil spirits", he couldn't help but bitterly smile, thinking of that abnormal demon, and estimated that his own chances of being subdued or eliminated were actually quite high.

  "Thanks, brother."