Xifeng Small Yard has become another important place for Wu Kong Jian Men, especially for outer door disciples. Its importance far exceeds that of other inner door masters' yards. The vast majority of outer door disciples are engaged in planting, and what they fear most is the appearance of various spiritual field problems. The inner door has a Ling Zhi husband, and they also have a sense of security in their hearts. If something goes wrong, at least they can find someone to help.

  Inside the valley, a brand new courtyard appeared, with outer walls made of neatly arranged bluestones. The fine patterns on the bluestones and their icy hardness added a few points to the quietness of the small courtyard. Wisteria cascaded down like a waterfall, with tiny stars scattered among them, twinkling here and there. The pond in the courtyard was no longer the muddy pool he had lived in before. A variety of purple fire lotus were planted throughout, their purple flowers blooming like purple flames on the water's surface, emitting a hazy purple glow at night, extremely enchanting. Among the purple fire lotus, silver fish swam about with great joy, their movements flashing like countless knife blades, dozens of silver threads weaving together like arrows, dazzling and eye-catching.

  Zuo Mo didn't have the heart to appreciate these beautiful scenes, and as before, he went to Cold Mist Valley every day on schedule to practice his rain techniques. Now that he was an inner sect disciple, the rule of not being able to fly within the mountain gates no longer applied to him. With a Spirit Tracing Symbol stuck on him, he strode forward like flying, his speed not slower than those flying spirit beasts. Not only did it greatly save time, but he also felt extremely exhilarated.

  These days, every day during the daytime, he would tend to the spiritual fields as usual. At night, he would sneak into the stone chamber of Spiritual Pulse to meditate and cultivate "Fetal Breath Spiritual Refining".

  "Tai Xi Lian Shen" mainly cultivates the divine consciousness, but it also greatly enhances one's spiritual energy, far surpassing "Shi Zheng Xin Fa". With the help of the spiritual veins, his progress has been incredibly rapid over the past few days. Unbeknownst to him, his cultivation had quietly broken through to the 9th layer of the Qi Refining stage.

  The stone room's spiritual pulse also became Zuo Mo's biggest secret, aside from Pu Yao. He was extremely careful to conceal the entrance, not only using a boulder to seal it but also planting large amounts of weeds and shrubs around it. From the outside, nothing seemed out of place. His only worry was that his master or sect leader would come to visit him. Therefore, he didn't dare set up any seals. With his level of skill, setting up seals would be useless against the sect leaders and might even attract their attention.

  He is now living a very carefree life. Every month, in addition to the crystal stone supply, there will also be supplies from Linggu Valley. He has been planting Linggu for more than two years, but he has never eaten it before.

  Inside Ling Valley, there is a rich spiritual energy. After being absorbed and transformed into spiritual power, it becomes warm and gentle, unlike the spiritual power obtained from crystal stones which is overbearing. Moreover, if one goes to certain special places, such as the Blood Sky Realm. Three thousand years ago, the demon clan was defeated, in order to preserve their vitality, the remaining hundred or so high-ranking demons used their own flesh and blood as a guide, with seven middle realms as the axis, forty-nine small realms as a screen, creating the Blood Sky Realm, blocking the cultivators' path forward. Inside the Blood Sky Realm, all spiritual energy becomes extremely overbearing and chaotic, making it impossible for cultivators to absorb.

  Practitioners heading to the Blood Sky Realm often need to bring a large amount of crystal stones and spiritual grains. Crystal stones are used to supplement daily spiritual power consumption, but since the spiritual power inside the crystal stones is also quite overbearing, relying solely on crystal stones can easily lead to a collapse of one's realm. Spiritual grains, although not as dense in spiritual energy as crystal stones, have a gentle spiritual quality that can help practitioners stabilize their realm.

  Some disciples of the Dàgēn Sect take Linggu every day, which can speed up their cultivation.

  But for a small sect like Wu Kong Jian Men, they could only provide a certain amount every month, and only lower-grade Ling Gu. Yet even one of the highest grade Ling Gu, Zuo Mo had never eaten before.

  Zuo Mo was studying the jade slips left behind by Wei Nan. Although Wei Nan's cultivation was limited, many of the paths he had taken were worth Zuo Mo's reference, such as planting. Wei Nan had also been a ling plant husbandry expert and had studied dan-making, which was similar to Zuo Mo. Those obscure and isolated mental techniques Zuo Mo did not plan on touching for now; how to earn jingshi was what he needed to consider most at the moment.

  What is the easiest thing to plant in the Refining Qi period to earn crystal stones? How to plant it?

  It's not easy to have twenty mu of Sanpinling land, so naturally he wants to think carefully about it. He is now penniless and has been squeezed dry by Pu Yao. Although the monthly allowance from the sect is not small, for him, it is like trying to put out a fire with a cup of water.

  Lingmai and the like can't be directly converted into crystal stones, but even if they could be sold, Zuo Mo would never sell them. How could someone as cunning as him give up long-term benefits for short-term gains?

  Thinking of ways to earn crystal stones was one of the most important things for Wei Nan back then. In fact, for every cultivator, crystal stones were an unavoidable problem. The amount of crystal stones earned would directly affect the speed of cultivation.

  Treasures, Jade Sceptre, Materials...

  What doesn't need crystal?

  Even if Zuo Mo becomes an inner disciple now, the sect will focus on cultivating him and give him preferential treatment in all aspects, but this also has its limits.

  However, compared to Zuo Mo's situation, Wei Nan's situation was much more difficult back then. The path he explored has extremely high reference value for Zuo Mo.

  Riding on the gray goose assigned to him by Menpai, Zuomeng carried a large and small package, sitting on the back of the goose with ease. These things were all gifts given to him by others, but he couldn't use them. He planned to exchange them all for crystal stones, although he wouldn't get many crystal stones, but at present he had no other way. Hoping that Pu Yao would spit out crystal stones was absolutely impossible.

  Pú Yāo sat with his eyes closed on the tombstone every day, as if he was meditating. Did he also need to cultivate? Zuǒ Mò was very curious.

  He will never take the initiative to provoke him. The nature of the bamboo demon is unpredictable, cold and crazy, and his strength is unfathomable. With such a guy, you'll never know what he's going to do next, you'll never guess what he's thinking in his heart, and you'll never know what his purpose is.

  Zuo Mo thought that Pu Yao was a true demon, he would give you soul-stirring temptations, and also make you fall to the lowest level of hell when you were most satisfied.

  Pu Yao's torment, Zuo Mo had hated, had been angry, had despaired, but when his master suddenly revealed that he had been altered and recognized, all these emotions that had once troubled him seemed to vanish into thin air.

  Because he needs strength!

  Because he needs an answer!

  What's the big deal about this little bit of suffering?

  He remembered very clearly the feeling of strangeness when he first opened his eyes two years ago. In those two years, the voice that appeared in his dreams had tormented him countless times. He was afraid, terrified, bewildered and lost, and he had thought about going to find answers, but there were no clues, so he had nothing to start with, and thus he lived a muddled life, never happy.

  He is awake now.

  He had only one thought in his mind, he wanted to find out who was responsible for all this!

  Absolutely unforgivable!

  The grey goose on his back, Mo Wang gazed at Dong Fu who was half-hidden in the distance, and clenched his fists.

  Dong Fu and as usual, people flowed back and forth. Zuo Mo rushed straight to the Free Market, looking for Pu Jin.

  His eyes were extremely sharp, and he saw the Chunyuyan badge at Zuo Mo's waist. He was stunned for a moment before reacting, his eyes still filled with shock, but a smile quickly spread across his face: "Congratulations, Little Mo! Congratulations, Little Mo! Tsk tsk, such a young Ling Plant husband, Little Mo is indeed extraordinary! Come in, come in!"

  Zuo Mo didn't bother with pleasantries and tossed the large package at Fu Jin: "Help me sell these things."

  "What is it?" Jin asked with his mouth, but his hands quickly opened the cloth bag. With just a glance, he roughly judged the value of these things. Although there were many things that looked valuable, they were actually worthless. It was normal to think about it, and the outer disciples of the Refining Qi period couldn't afford to give away anything valuable.

  His mind turned extremely fast, and he reported a generous price: "Fifty second-class crystals. How about it?"

  Zuo Mo also knew the market price. These things were absolutely not worth fifty second-grade crystals. He shook his head: "Too many, thirty would be enough."

  "Alright." Xing gave the crystal stone to Jing with a refreshing smile, put away his things and said: "Little Mo brother is now prosperous, you must help your little brother more in the future!"

  The two of them chatted for a while, and Zuo Mo listened very carefully. Although Fu Jin was just a small businessman, his senses were extremely sharp, and he could detect even the slightest changes in the market. As they talked, Fu Jin seemed quite worried. Recently, the price of Ling Valley had been rising continuously, which was unprecedented in recent years. Every year, people would go to Du Tian Blood Domain to hunt demons, but the price of Ling Valley had never been so out of control before. When combined with some rumors from Du Tian Blood Domain recently, it made people even more uneasy.

  According to Fugui Jin, it's not just the Tianyue realm, but also the Linggu Valley in other realms whose prices are constantly rising. All of this indicates that the conflict in the Tiān Xuě Realm is escalating.

  Are the demons going to start counterattacking?

  After listening to Fu Jin's words, Zuo Mo's heart also became somewhat heavy. For low-level cultivators, what they feared most was turmoil. If a war like the one 3,000 years ago really broke out, low-level cultivators would be the first to die, becoming cannon fodder.

  "Hey, indeed it's true that 'the mountain doesn't move but the water does', and 'those who are destined to meet will meet'. A strange and eerie voice broke into Zuo Mo's thoughts."

  He lifted his head and suddenly got a headache.

  In front of him were two people, one of whom was the Eastern Qi Sword Sect disciple he had struck with his flying sword last time. The other person looked unfamiliar and was probably his senior brother, whose aura was clearly stronger.

  Fu Jin's eyes narrowed as he took in the scene before him, his heart secretly crying out in anguish. Yet, a smile spread across his face: "Gentlemen, please, let us sit down and have some tea..."

  Bang!

  The voice stopped abruptly, and Fei Jin was like a sandbag being sucked out and flew backwards.

  "What are you talking about! Do you have the right to speak?" The man withdrew his hand and said coldly.

  Zuo Mo hadn't expected the other party to be so quick to violence, and for a moment he didn't react in time. He hastily ran over to help up Fu Jin. Seeing the palm print on Fu Jin's face and the blood oozing from the corner of his mouth, Zuo Mo's eyes suddenly turned cold. Carefully supporting Fu Jin, he slowly turned around.

  "Who's so reckless as to let their dog out like this?" Zuo Mo glared at the guy who had just made a move, his thumb lightly rubbing against the golden sword ring.

  The guy who was about to act turned pale like a pig's liver and burst into anger: "You damn..."

  The sound stopped abruptly.

  A sword tip shrouded in a faint mist of frost, pointing directly at his brow!