There are many times when I go to the East Floating, and every time I stroll around. However, accompanying women shopping, especially a group of women shopping, this kind of exercise that has extremely high physical demands, probably only cultivators can persist.

  Watching them sell all the things they should sell, Zuo Mo slipped away.

  He went to buy the Chi Jin Shi, and he remembered the sentence that Pu Yao had said casually last time. He bought a basic symbol array jade slip, although there were also transmissions in the sect, but only a few kinds. The symbol array was something that almost all cultivators had to learn, whether it was alchemy or pill refinement, both required an understanding of symbol arrays.

  Zuo Mo was doing this for the sake of opening up a spiritual field in the future, even though it was something that would happen later. The Jade Token hadn't cost many spirit stones, but the Red Gold Stone was expensive. The price of twenty second-grade spirit stones had made him feel pain for a long time, but he still decided to buy it.

  His current mindset is different from before, previously he only stared at crystals, now he also likes crystals but pays more attention to the future.

  Since the fourth master said it was broken, he clearly couldn't go back to the past. Those simple dreams were completely shattered. He walked on a road that even he didn't know where it led. What awaited him ahead? Was it death or finding an answer? He had no idea.

  Things that used to feel fresh now seem dull and uninteresting.

  He found a quiet place to sit down and began to recall the last sword aura he had released. No one taught him, including Pu Yao, but only let him comprehend it by himself. As for Pu Yao, he was only grateful that without Pu Yao, he might not have even had the chance to seek answers.

  Now there is an opportunity, how can it not be cherished?

  He didn't realize his own transformation, he just suddenly understood some of Wei Sheng's feelings. Obsession, an unregrettable obsession! Every time he thought about changing his appearance, his stiff face would burn with pain, as if reminding him that there were hands that had wiped away his face, and hands that had wiped away his memories. This burning sensation that penetrated to the marrow of his bones made it impossible for him to tolerate himself being muddle-headed anymore.

  He wants an answer!

  He knew his starting point was low, he didn't want to waste any more time. He wanted to try every means, rack his brains, use all methods, to make himself stronger, to have the power - he wanted answers!

  In the bustling street corner, he sat cross-legged, deep in thought.

  In the crackling sea of flames, Pu sat on a tombstone, lazily listening to the sound of the jade flute.

  The female disciple finally bought all the necessary things, and everyone's face was filled with satisfaction. Zuo Mo also finally let out a breath of relief, he couldn't wait to go back now. Today's encounter had given him a taste of power, and he was eager to continue training.

  However, out of consideration for the safety of these female disciples, he still sat on the Wind Chasing Paper Crane, slowly following them, but he still grasped every opportunity.

  Returning to the small courtyard, Zuo Mo's first action was to seal away the Red Gold Stone and Black Gold Insect together. He dug a small hole at the spiritual root and buried them inside.

  After burying it, he entered the Sea of Consciousness and said to Pu Yao: "Pu, let's continue!"

  Unexpectedly, Pu Lazy drawled: "Continue? Continue what?"

  Zuo Mo was taken aback for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure: "What are your terms?"

  "Hehe, it's easier to talk to smart people." Pu smiled lightly and sat up straight: "That's right, where in the world is there free mantou? Hehe, I want your soul."

  "Soul?" Zuo Mo was startled.

  The Pú Yāo's expression was relaxed, and his tone was cheerful: "Soul is a good thing, it tastes delicious, fresh and lively. What's the difference between blood and human flesh?"

  Just a few words, but Zuo Mo was frightened. In his mind, he couldn't help but think of those great devils, who ate human flesh, pulled out tendons and sucked the soul. For a cultivator who aspired to become a famous Ling Plant husband, the mere mention of souls was enough to make his heart skip a beat.

  "No way!" Zu Mo flatly refused, Pu Yao was indeed a big demon!

  Although he yearned for power, he absolutely did not want to become a slave to that power!

  "Don't you want to learn swordsmanship anymore? Hehe, apart from swords, I have many other things to teach you. I have countless treasures here, hehe, as long as you have a good soul, I can exchange them with you..." The red tongue of the Pú Yāo Yuè licked its lips, its tone full of temptation.

  "No way!" Zuomo suddenly relaxed and sat down in front of Pu Yao, saying: "I'm not interested in killing people."

  "Hmm?" The demoness raised an eyebrow, narrowing her eyes: "You'd better think carefully, other people's lives are not as precious as your own. Hehe, killing is actually quite simple, huh? One soul, and I'll let you thoroughly comprehend the sword intent, and I can teach you many things."

  "I knew you had ill intentions." Zuo Mo stared at Pu coldly and said, "Unfortunately, you miscalculated."

  The Pao body was still smiling.

  Zuo Mo suddenly felt his whole body tighten up and he couldn't move at all.

  "Did I make a mistake?" Baoyou suddenly raised his voice.

  "Hehe, for many years now, no one has ever dared to tell me I'm wrong to my face!"

  He slowly walked up to the paralyzed Zuo Mo, his icy hands grasping Zuo Mo's neck: "Afraid? Haha, great! I've experimented with many kinds and found that fear is the best seasoning for souls. Do you know? Souls that die in intense fear are like fine wine that has been fermented to perfection - once you taste it, oh, you'll never forget."

  Ice-cold fingers drew a bloody line across Lemo's neck, Pu's face twisted into a maniacal grin as his crimson eyes flashed with madness.

  Zuo Mo's entire body was trembling, he desperately told himself not to be afraid, but the fear was like a spring that couldn't be blocked no matter how hard he tried, and it burst out uncontrollably. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't help but move slightly.

  "Struggling is pointless." The Pú Yāo continued to smile, her eyes icy cold: "Your foolishness really disappoints me. Don't you know that pets should have the awareness of being a pet?"

  Hate this feeling!

  The feeling of being manipulated, controlled, and having no control over one's own body...

  Something ignited in Zuo's heart, fear was quickly replaced by anger, and his blood suddenly boiled. He couldn't help but curse loudly: "Go to hell!"

  "What a stubborn little thing." The Pú Yāo shook his head and chuckled, his right hand gently grasping.

  "Ah!" Zuo Mo let out a miserable cry, his entire body as if being tightly constricted by an invisible hand, his body twisting into a strange shape.

  His entire body was wracked with intense pain, like countless fine needles suddenly piercing his flesh, and he felt dizzy.

  At this moment, a warm current suddenly rose from Lemo's chest.

  "Want to cause trouble?" The pú yāo seemed to see a mischievous little fellow, and lightly chuckled, but suddenly disappeared from his original spot, reappearing beside Zuǒ Mò, his right hand gently inserted into Zuǒ Mò's chest!

  With an air of nonchalance, he withdrew his hand from Zuo Mo's chest, and a small, colorful bead appeared between his fingers.

  This bead is as big as a green bean, like colorful glass, with flowing light inside.

  She carefully placed the small bead in front of her and examined it for a while, muttering to herself: "So it's this thing." After that, she accurately pinched the small bead into pieces.

  At this moment, he suddenly stopped his movements.

  A wisp of black smoke emerged from the tombstone, slow and fast, in the blink of an eye, the sky above the sea of fire was shrouded in dark clouds.

  The raging flames, as if intimidated by these fleeting black clouds, rarely faltered. The star in the void also had its light stolen by the dark clouds, dim and extinguished.

  The pú yāo stood there, motionless, its blood-red pupils flashing with complex emotions: sorrow, joy, nostalgia, and anger...

  After a long time, he said in a low voice.

  "Do you really want to choose such a useless person?"

  Dark clouds surged and churned, layer upon layer, the endless sea of flames was suppressed, almost extinguished, and the star in the void also nearly disappeared.

  The reeds stand upright, as if unaware.

  The dark clouds grew thicker, and the entire sky was now a deep black, so dark that you couldn't see your hand in front of your face.

  He suddenly sneered, his right eye gleaming with a fierce light: "You know, it's not that easy to persuade me."

  The surroundings were quiet and still, with no reaction from the black cloud, and both sides fell into a stalemate.

  After an unknown period of time, the light in Pu Yao's right eye gradually dimmed. He suddenly chuckled and said with a sense of helplessness, "It always ends like this, how boring."

  With a flick of her finger, the crystal bead on her hand entered Mo's body.

  The dark cloud vanished in the blink of an eye.

  The sea of flames that had been suppressed reignited with a roar, and the star in the void also burst into radiance.

  The peony demon gazed at the tombstone for a long time, silent and speechless.

  Zuo Moyu slowly woke up, opened her eyes, and quickly checked her body. Seeing that she was unharmed, she finally let out a sigh of relief.

  What happened after all? How could Pu Yao let me go?

  Just as he was in doubt, the pao yao appeared.

  "It's taking you a long time to wake up." The Puyao deity was filled with ridicule: "What a fragile divine consciousness, I originally wanted to have some fun and haggle over prices, it's been thousands of years since I've done that, but you're ruining my mood. But thinking about it, it's normal, without even a human form or consciousness, the heart is naturally weak. Pitiful me."

  His face remained calm, but his fists clenched involuntarily.

  "There's a place with a soul, you don't have to kill anyone, but it's very dangerous, how about it? Are you interested?" The Pú Yāo's expression was serene.

  "Where is it?" Zuo Mo couldn't help but ask, the words of Pu Yao earlier piercing his heart.

  "Heh heh, you don't need to know that now. Don't worry, I won't make you kill anyone. You just need to say whether you agree or disagree. As for the reward, once your conditions are met, you'll naturally be satisfied."

  "I agree." Without another thought, Zuo Mo nodded. As long as he didn't let him kill people, he wasn't afraid of danger.

  He has nothing left to lose.

  "Ah, finally completed this transaction. For a few souls, it's not easy at all. This business, too long without doing it, indeed will decline." The old gourd demon sighed with an air of pride and complacency.

  Zuo Mo didn't know what to say.

  "Alright, let's discuss another deal."

  "Another deal?" Zuo Mo's heart was filled with vigilance and some inexplicable unease.

  "Jing Shi, I want Jing Shi." The Pu Yao smiled slyly and said: "Want to experience the sword intent? Ten second-grade Jing Shi at once, how about it, very cheap, right?"

  Left speechless with eyes wide open and mouth agape.