"Big brother, are you uncomfortable?" Xiaoguo struggled for a long time before finally speaking up.

  "It's nothing." Zu Mo replied in a hoarse voice and continued walking forward.

  Xiao Guo looked at Zuo Mo worriedly and plucked up his courage to say: "Senior brother, if you're not feeling well, it can be another day."

  "I said it's nothing, then it's nothing!" Zuo Mo glared at Xiao Guo.

  Xiao Guo couldn't help but take a step back again, but still muttered: "But, Shifu said that the body is the most important."

  Zuo Mo decided to shut his mouth and not argue with this lass, he really didn't have the energy anymore. Whoever was sliced back and forth by a Golden Core cultivator's sword intent would absolutely not have any energy left.

  This madman! This thoroughgoing madman!

  Xin Yan's sword intent was far beyond what he could handle. Every time he faced that snow-white, vast and profound sword intent, he felt as if he had reached the gates of hell, a deep-seated fear rising from the depths of his heart, making him tremble. The gap between them was simply too great, so great that there was no suspense at all. Even this kind of fear similar to the one before death, Zuo Mo only had an extremely short moment to experience, and then his consciousness would be easily cut in two, his only outcome being to faint.

  But soon he will wake up again, because of pain! The intense pain from his injured divine sense will awaken him.

  All he could do was grit his teeth and get up to practice "Fetal Breathing", only this thing can repair his spiritual consciousness and alleviate his suffering.

  Before he could even catch his breath, another sword intent descended from the sky, and Zuo Mo once again fell into a coma.

  So, he was cut, fainted, woke up in pain... repeatedly, all day long. He would faint dozens of times a day, it's unimaginable how his condition could possibly improve?

  If he had time, he would even doubt whether he could hold on until that day. But the evil spirit didn't even give him this much time, and the pain eventually numbed him.

  Until Xiaoguo came to find him, Pu Yao temporarily let him go.

  Xiao Guo came to find him, asking for his help in taking a look at the Ling Grass. The last time's weed incident had all the girls in Dong Feng break out in cold sweat. Li Yingfeng became an inner door disciple and was apprenticed under Yan Leimen, aside from cultivating, she also had to follow her master to learn how to manage the sect's industries, leaving no time for her to come to Dong Feng. However, they still remembered Zuo Mo this zombie brother, and before Li Yingfeng left, she especially said goodbye to him, hoping he could help these female disciples.

  Every now and then, they would bring Zemo over to check on the Ling grass.

  Lingcao doesn't have any major issues, except for a few problems that arose due to improper handling. For the female disciples who cultivate Linggu, these are all simple and basic issues. Most of their energy is still focused on cultivating spiritual beasts. Planting lingcao is just to provide food for the spiritual beasts, so they are extremely casual about it and don't usually take care of it.

  Watching Ling Tian being treated like this, Zuo Mo felt a pang of heartache. If these spiritual fields were planted with spiritual rice, how many crystal stones would they yield?

  "Senior brother, these small things are not worth much, they're just a token of our intentions, please accept them with a smile."

  A female disciple presented a gift that had been prepared long ago.

  He understood the thoughts of these female disciples. Wherever they were, female disciples were always at a disadvantage, especially those like them who were outside the sect. Li Yingfeng had left and was too busy to take care of them, so they needed someone capable of protecting them. It's no wonder that the cultivation of these female disciples was generally only around the fifth or sixth layer of Qi Refining, with no one standing out to take on major responsibilities.

  Zuo thought for a moment and accepted the gift. Although this matter was somewhat troublesome, if something really went wrong, he believed Li Yingfeng would not just sit back and do nothing.

  Jian Zuo Mo took over the gift, and the female disciples finally showed a relieved expression.

  Everyone's life is not easy, just silently think about it.

  Back home, opened the gift box, inside are all sorts of spiritual insects and beasts. Like earthworms and such, most are only first-rate, with one or two second-rate ones. But it's clear that these spiritual insects and beasts were carefully selected, although their ranks aren't high, they're all quite practical.

  The púyāo suddenly appeared and squatted in front of these spirit insects and beasts: "Speaking of playing with insect children, tsk, tsk, we yāomó are the ancestors of this aspect."

  He carelessly flipped through these spirit insects, looking very disappointed: "They're all low-grade goods, worthless."

  Zuo Mo was speechless for a moment before he couldn't help but say: "They're just outer sect disciples, how could they have high-grade goods?"

  Pú yāo picked one up, held it in front of his eyes to examine it for a while, then casually tossed it in front of Zuǒ Mò: "Here, this one's quality is barely passable. Throw the rest away."

  The black beetle chosen by Pu Yao was slightly larger than a thumb, and after flipping through the jade slip they sent along with it, they learned that this black beetle was called Hei Jin Chong, which liked to eat gold and iron. Its elytra could be sold for a good price. Additionally, it was said that it could be used to find water sources.

  Zuo Mo felt a bit disappointed, as the Black Gold Beetle didn't have much practical use for him.

  Pu Yao's eyes lit up with interest, and he said enthusiastically: "This bug play is really something, especially the technique, which varies from person to person. I once saw a master of bug play, called Xue Wen Dao Ren, who was incredibly skilled. He somehow managed to cultivate countless yuan spirits and attach them to a swarm of blood mosquitoes, then traversed through numerous realms, leaving behind a few mosquitoes in each one. His enemies, along with their followers, tried to kill him countless times, but he just couldn't be killed."

  "I used to play with Hei Jin Chong too, but it's not this kind of rubbish. The low-quality ones are useless, the real purpose of this thing is to find the spiritual veins..."

  "Ling Mai?" Zuo Mo asked doubtfully: "Isn't it used for finding water sources?"

  "What's the source?" The Pao demon sneered, "If you don't understand, then don't pretend to. That's a low-grade Black Gold Bug. A four-grade or higher Black Gold Bug can find spiritual veins, and a seven-grade one can find the spiritual source. Hmph, but only nine-grade ones are truly good stuff. As for ten-grade ones, I've never seen them before."

  "He continued: 'Choose a Ling worm, and make sure it's of good quality. Take this black gold worm for example, if you raise it properly, it can advance to fourth rank. The others, not even one can reach third rank.'"

  "That, how can this black gold insect be promoted to fourth rank?" Zuo Mo asked with a flattering tone and a humble attitude.

  The four products of the black gold worm can find the spiritual pulse... This has an irresistible temptation for Zuo Mo.

  This time, the Pao demon didn't make things difficult for him and said straightforwardly: "It's very simple. Isn't there a small section of spiritual vein in your quiet room? Put this black gold worm and a piece of red gold stone in a jade box and bury it around that section of spiritual vein. In a month, it should be able to upgrade to third-grade. To upgrade to fourth-grade, I estimate it will take three months."

  "Alright, let's continue." The Pú Yāo waved its hand impatiently and said.

  Before the words had fallen, a snow-white sword intent once again easily cut Left Mo's divine sense in two. Still remembering what Pu Yao had said earlier, Left Mo directly fainted.

  It was unclear how much time had passed when the intense pain once again woke up Zuo Mo. The first thought that occurred to him after waking up was, did he remember the method to upgrade the Black Gold Insect to level four?

  Still remember!

  It hurts so much! He couldn't help but let out a mournful howl and rolled around on the ground.

  How did it get hurt?

  The tearing pain tormented his fragile nerves, and he had no choice but to operate the "Fetal Breath Refining Spirit". A ball of breath circulated tirelessly within his body, silky coolness, as if it was inhaled from all the pores on his body and then dispersed throughout his entire body.

  A flame flickers in the sea of knowledge, and that dim star in the void seems to shine brighter, while the enchanting sea of fire cannot rob it of its luster.

  Faint, wake up in pain, faint again, wake up in pain again...

  Each time he was given to Lü Bu's enlightenment was shorter than the last, repeatedly beheaded several hundred times, he gritted his teeth and persisted.

  "Pain is the most delicious thing in this world, you must savor it carefully, enjoy it thoroughly, the flavor is so sweet and tender that it seeps into your bones, even your soul trembles!" Pu Yao stretched out his crimson tongue, licking his lips, and said leisurely: "Death is like fireworks, but you can constantly experience the process of blooming, how lucky are you!"

  Corpse demon!

  Zuo Mo's mouth was muttering, his eyes wide open, staring fixedly at the swift and white sword intent that flashed like lightning!

  Knowing what's coming is how painful, it's really like Pu Yao said, his soul is trembling. Even though he has been beheaded so many times, every time he faces that snow-white sword, he still feels terrified, an unparalleled terror. When he was sober, he didn't dare to recall, he was afraid that any little memory would make the fragile psychological defense line collapse instantly.

  His trembling body was like a blade of grass that might break at any moment in the stormy night, and he could fall down at any second.

  But his eyes were fixed firmly ahead!

  The direction in which the snow-white sword intent will appear.

  But Xīn Yán's sword intent was something he couldn't see clearly at all?

  The two were worlds apart. Xin Yan's master was a renowned golden elixir cultivator who had spent over 200 years immersed in flying swords, and even the Heavenly Pine Sage looked up to him as a sword cultivator. On the other hand, Zuo Mo was just an outer sect disciple at the eighth level of Qi Refining, and he hadn't even learned the most basic sword techniques.

  All of this seems futile.

  But he still trembled with fear, staring straight ahead, muttering "damn undead, damn undead" under his breath.

  Snow-white as silk, radiant and dazzling, like a galaxy pouring down from the sky!

  Zuo Mo suddenly exerted himself to stare widely, at this moment, his body stopped trembling and the muttering in his mouth also disappeared. The entire world was a vast expanse of snowy white, he needed to painstakingly search within this vast snowy whiteness for the essence of this sword intent.

  The time given to him was very short, so short that there wasn't even a blink of an eye.

  He's like a crazy gambler, betting on chances that don't even exist in one ten-thousandth.

  But he had no choice, no way out.

  The pupils suddenly dilated and hadn't recovered yet.

  Xue Bai Jian's intent cut through Zuo Mo without any obstruction, splitting him in two.

  It was unclear how much time had passed, but it was still the intense pain that woke up Zuo Mo. As he opened his eyes, Zuo Mo wanted to laugh loudly towards the sky, but what came out of his mouth instead were mournful wails.

  "Ow! That hurts!" "Ah!"

  Struggling to get up, enduring intense pain, he circulated the "Fetal Breath Spiritual Cultivation".

  The coolness penetrates into the body, and the pain is immediately relieved.

  When he opened his eyes again, they were filled with wild joy!