Zuo Moyu slowly came to, her head still throbbing with a dull ache, but compared to the excruciating pain of being cut apart earlier, it was much more bearable.

  He suddenly changed color as he recalled what happened before he fainted.

  He was originally a thorough and meticulous person, with a clear mind and extremely clear thinking, able to quickly understand the causes and consequences. Almost without thinking, it must be that black dandelion seed causing trouble.

  It was he who unsheathed his sword, and it was also he who threatened himself.

  At this thought, Zuo Mo's heart suddenly burned with anger.

  It's actually harming me, it's as if I don't want to live anymore!

  He suddenly thought of what he might have said before he fainted, and his face changed color. Wasn't it that he hadn't held on, and had given in?

  At the thought of this, he hastily calmed his mind and entered his own sea of consciousness.

  As soon as he entered the sea of knowledge, he was stunned.

  Undulating hills, with dense ancient trees in clusters, green grass like a emerald carpet, piece by piece. Delicate wildflowers, mixed among the green grass, add a few points of vitality.

  As if walking into a mountain forest.

  Previously, his own Sea of Consciousness was just a void, but now this vivid and thriving scene...

  Zuo Mo stood rooted to the spot, the scene before his eyes far exceeding his comprehension.

  He walked dazedly on the grass, feeling the softness of the green grass beneath his feet, and smelling the scent of the grass with the tip of his nose. He was just a low-ranking cultivator who had only refined his Qi to the eighth level.

  When his gaze fell upon a treeless hill, he immediately came back to himself from his trance.

  Set off at dawn and ran wildly towards those hills.

  On the hill, a man in black sat on a stone monument, surrounded by dark clouds, with one hand resting on his leg and the other supporting his chin, looking relaxed and content.

  As he walked closer, he saw a man in black clothes on his left.

  Perfect face!

  He had never thought that a man could be so handsome. His face was androgynous, with high cheekbones, black hair covering his left eye, and a narrow, knife-like right eye with deep red pupils like an unfathomable abyss. His thin lips were always curved in a faint yet sinister smile. Two small, dark red crystal studs adorned his earlobes, and the wide, black fabric of his clothes was soft and smooth to the touch, like his hair, shining with a mysterious allure that clung to his body.

  For a moment, Zuo Mo stood there stupidly, unsure of what to say. He was just an ordinary disciple of the small door sect, when had he ever seen such an extraordinary person?

  "My name is Pu." The pleasant, soft voice, he supported his chin, looked at Zuo Mo with great interest, the curve of his mouth more pronounced: "What's your name?"

  "Left Mo." He replied blankly, wondering if he was dreaming. Pu just sat casually, but all the brilliance in the hall seemed to be involuntarily absorbed by him. Not one of the Dongfeng female disciples that Zuo Mo had seen looked better than Pu.

  A man at this age should be crying too.

  When this idea emerged, Zuo Mo also came back to his senses. The enchanting and stunning atmosphere that Pu had created was instantly shattered by this absurd thought.

  It seems that Zuo Mo has come back to his senses, and Pu lightly smiles, not showing any displeasure. He continues using his voice that is like plucking a zither string: "Looks like we'll be together for a long time, but I believe we will get along well. Oh, right, this is for you."

  Pu casually threw a light ball to Zuo Mo, and countless symbols flowed on its surface.

  "What is this?" Zuo Mo subconsciously caught the light ball.

  Boom.

  He was like being struck by lightning, his body stiffened, and countless characters suddenly flooded into his mind, constantly circulating.

  "【Fetal Breathing Cultivation】 is just a small trick, it can repair your spiritual awareness, consider it a gift for meeting me." Pu said lazily: "Although I also want to freeload, but no way. Who made your sea of consciousness fragmented and broken? Hurry up and fix your sea of consciousness, or else I'll have to go find another place again."

  He waved his hand elegantly, and the stunned Zuo Mo only felt a tightening of his body before he opened his eyes to find himself retreating from the Sea of Consciousness.

  He suddenly felt a sense of fear in his heart, and Pu seemed to be more formidable than he had imagined. Such an uncontrollable person was not in control of his own mind, but rather controlled by it! Zuo Mo, who had obtained the "Fetal Breathing Technique", did not feel any joy, and fear spread through his body like snake venom.

  He swallowed hard and suppressed the fear in his heart, thinking of a way out.

  Reporting to the master?

  In these two years, he had only seen the sect leader once, which was when the sect leader brought him back and he opened his eyes. As for the other senior masters and uncles, he hadn't even caught a glimpse of them.

  What he worried about most was another guess.

  He was very suspicious, Pu Ji might be a demon!

  This beautiful demon made him somewhat unbelievable, but somehow this suspicion was like a maggot attached to his bones, firmly staring at his mind, and couldn't be shaken off.

  Zuo Mo had never seen a demon, all his concepts about demons came from Gu Zong. It seemed that as soon as he mentioned demons, it was killing, death and bloodshed. But the mortal enemy relationship between demons and cultivators, he was very clear about. Eliminating demons was every cultivator's duty, no matter where they were from.

  However, Zuo Mo was only a beginner cultivator who had just reached the eighth layer of Qi Refining, let alone eliminating demons, and it's likely that demons wouldn't even bother to eliminate him.

  What worried him even more was that once others knew there was a demon in his body, he would definitely be exorcised by the Demon-Slaying Sect, and not even a single speck of dust would remain. To those high-level cultivators, he, a mere Qi Refining Eighth Layer cultivator, wasn't even worth considering as cannon fodder.

  Maybe he would even throw himself directly into the alchemy furnace and refine with some demons...

  He involuntarily shuddered, his heart racing wildly, and hastily stopped these terrible conjectures.

  Dazed and confused, for two consecutive days, everything seemed as if it were not in the mortal world.

  【Fetal Breathing Cultivation】It's necessary to cultivate, otherwise, before being crippled by the evil spirit, one will cripple themselves first. Evil spirit, this is a new definition given by Zuo Mo for Pu Yao, no matter if he is an evil spirit or not, just his appearance alone is enough to be considered as an evil spirit.

  The effect was very good, and after a few days, his divine consciousness had improved by more than half. However, Luo Mo didn't have the slightest bit of gratitude towards Pu Yao. Because he remembered that it was precisely because of Pu Yao's mischief that his divine consciousness had been injured in the first place.

  These days, he didn't go to Shi Hai again.

  If it was said that at first glance, Pu Yao left Zuo Mo with the deepest impression of being eerie, then now, the eeriness had transformed into malevolence!

  What does this guy want to do?

  This is the real root of fear!

  Zuo Mo soon discovered that his life had become extremely miserable. For a cultivator who only aspired to be a spirit plant husband, life was the most important thing.

  He decided to have a talk with Pu Ye.

  Pu sat leisurely on the stone stele, still dressed in black. When he saw Zuo Mo, he smiled. The smile amidst the swirling black clouds made him look full of evil aura. Suspicions that Pu was a demon once again involuntarily emerged.

  Zuo Mo's heart skipped a beat, he wasn't lacking in courage, but to show bravery in such an utterly hopeless situation was something he wouldn't do. He suddenly noticed the stele under Pu's feet, the half-person-high stele surrounded by swirling black clouds, and when his gaze inadvertently swept across the surface of the stele, he couldn't help but pause.

  Tomb!

  This is a grave!

  It's not a stone tablet, it's a tombstone!

  He was startled and his heart beat a little faster.

  "What? Want to chat with me?" The lazy voice, it's unclear whether it was the tombstone that was haunted, but Zuo Mo always felt that Pu's voice had a chill to it, one that could easily seep into people's hearts.

  Zuo Mo forced a calm expression and put on a flattering smile: "Big brother, look at me, my cultivation is so low, I'm all skin and bones, not even a few pounds of meat, not good to eat."

  "Eat?" Pu suddenly smiled, opening his deep red right pupil, and said leisurely: "Speaking of delicious human flesh, hmm, it's been a while. Top-quality human flesh has its own set of standards, 16 or 17-year-old girls are the best, tender meat and crispy bones, yum."

  Scarlet tongue licked lips, expression filled with aftertaste.

  He looked left and right, his heart racing with excitement, and forced a smile: "Yes, yes, don't you think you're a different person?"

  "Switch?" Pu Wei turned his head, staring at Zuo Mo: "What? You're not happy? Think I'm taking your place?"

  Being stared at by Pu's deep red right pupil, Mo's heart was chilled to the core, and he shook his head repeatedly: "No no! It's my honor! Honor!"

  It seems that Zuo Mo was satisfied with this answer, and he withdrew his gaze, closing his right eye again. His mouth casually said, "How many Golden Core disciples do you have in this generation? Ten?"

  Zuo Mo shook his head.

  "Eight?"

  Don't keep shaking your head.

  "Five?"

  Zuo Mo finally couldn't bear it, feeling that the other was making fun of him: "Not a single one. Fellow disciples of the same generation, my cultivation is at most at the end of the Foundation Establishment stage."

  Pu's face, with his right eye slightly closed, showed a stunned expression for the first time, which made Zuo Mo very pleased.

  After a while, Pu shook his head and sighed: "No wonder you're so bad."

  Zuo Mo almost spat out blood.

  Pu opened his eyes and his gaze fell on Zuo Mo again, sizing him up from head to toe. He propped his chin with his hand and muttered to himself: "His body is really weak, huh?"

  The other person scrutinized himself like an object, making Luo Mo feel very uncomfortable, but Pu's "hmm" made his heart skip a beat.

  "Is there a problem?" he asked in an urgent voice. He knew his body was not normal, with a stiff face like a zombie and the dream that had appeared countless times, piercing his heart like a thorn.

  Pu raised his head, the hair on his forehead almost covering half of his left face. The bright red pupil that wasn't blocked looked at Zuo Mo's face, and the corner of his mouth rose: "No problem."

  "Alright, you're pretty bad, but not beyond salvation." Pu said with a lazy tone.

  "What I want to ask is..." Zuo Mo decided and asked Pu Yao, he wanted to figure out what Pu was trying to do.

  "Oh, right." Pu interrupted Zuo Mo, narrowing his crimson right eye, his thin lips curling up to one side: "Let's start practicing [Fetal Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] now. How is it? The effect isn't bad, right? I almost forgot to tell you, [Fetal Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] is good and all, but it has a flaw."

  Zuo Mo's heart skipped a beat as he had an ominous premonition.

  "Once you start practicing [Taixi Lian Shen], you can't stop. It's said that if you haven't reached the level of one Taixi in three months, there will be some minor issues."

  He raised his right hand, spreading out five fingers, and the corners of his mouth rose even higher. The bright red pupils seemed to shine even more brightly: "Actually, it's just some minor pain like blood vessels bursting. Hmm, you know, I used to have a very creative friend who was in charge of prisons."

  He spoke as if telling a story, with a smooth and fluent tone.

  "There was once a very stubborn and hard-headed guy. He tried every means, but couldn't get this guy to open his mouth. So he came to me for help with this technique. He sent one of his men, disguised as a prisoner, to get close to the guy. Then, through his man's mouth, he transmitted the technique to him. Hmm, you should know that I've always admired him, so creative and patient."

  He said with some excitement, "Unfortunately, that prisoner was not talented. Three months passed and he still couldn't cultivate even a single breath. Hmm, I've always thought that my friend must have intentionally left out one or two sentences."

  "What's next?" Zuo Mo asked in a trembling voice.

  "Later?" Pu's smile grew even brighter: "He lasted three months and one day, but my friend took pity on him and didn't kill him. He hung in the air for three whole months, begging my friend to kill him every day. Listening to those delicate, mournful wails was such a delightful thing! They say that when he died, oh, his soul burst open like fireworks, it was incredibly beautiful."

  A chill ran down Lemo's entire body.

  His poor nerves were like a compressed spring, all the accumulated anger suddenly burst out, he lost his sanity on the spot and roared towards Pu.

  "You freak! I'm going to take you down!"

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