In stillness, sit with legs crossed and enter meditation.

  He is desperately practicing [Fetal Breathing Cultivation], that damned [Fetal Breathing Cultivation]!

  Damn it, Puyo!

  He cursed the pervert countless times. Last night, he went on a rampage and was brutally suppressed, his divine sense suffered another heavy blow, and was beaten by the evil spirit until he was disfigured. The result of his divine sense being disfigured was heart-wrenching pain, this time, without the evil spirit's urging, he had to desperately cultivate [Fetal Breathing Divine Cultivation].

  Leng Jingxia's eyes were about to well up with tears, but that night, he should not have gone to Lingtian. As soon as he thought of Pu Yao, the chilling and eerie aura that could seep into his bones made him feel like a snake was slowly crawling up his pants leg, and the uncontrollable fear spread throughout his body.

  Yesterday's suppression also made him deeply aware of the unbridgeable gap in strength between the two sides.

  A powerful, perverted madman!

  Zuo Mo could already foresee his own future being a bleak one.

  This guy has been up to no good from the very beginning. From the Black Sea, to the sword energy, his own divine consciousness was injured, and then to [Fetal Breathing Cultivation], he was led step by step, without any struggle, becoming a lamb waiting to be slaughtered under his paw.

  Poor me, I thought it was just a neighbor with a bad temper living inside, but it turned out to be an evil demon.

  If it was just suspicion before, then now he is 100% sure that Pu is a demon, apart from demons, who else would be so evil?

  Slowly waking up, as if in a state of primordial chaos, I hesitated to open my eyes, and gently exhaled the breath that had been circulating inside me.

  This breath is long and far-reaching, when exhaled, it condenses like an arrow.

  Zuo Mo felt slightly relieved in his heart, this "Fetal Breathing Tactic" was indeed extraordinary, the pain of his divine sense had decreased a lot. Moreover, he could clearly feel his divine sense gradually stabilizing, last night Pu Yao had only lightly snapped his fingers and Zuo Mo's divine sense had almost been scattered.

  [Tai Xi Lian Shen] I don't know where it came from, the language is obscure and difficult to understand. The sentence structure is similar to that of the jade slip brought by Zuo Mo, which took him a lot of effort to barely understand the first chapter.

  He didn't think of going to ask Pu Yao, the lessons of blood and tears told him that if he wanted to take advantage of that guy, he would be waiting to be killed.

  The first chapter is called "Ding Shen Pian", which talks about how to calm the mind and stabilize the spirit.

  This is exactly what Zuo Mo needs right now, continuous injuries have left his mind almost shattered, if he doesn't repair it soon, he's very likely to fall into madness. As for Pu Yao's "one breath", it refers to being able to complete a full cycle of breathing.

  Tai Xi is the most core and basic cultivation method of "Tai Xi Lian Shen", as well as a kind of breathing and exhalation method that even Mo Lian has never heard of. It is said to originate from human fetal breathing, which does not use mouth and nose to breathe, but rather uses all body orifices, converting air into threads, slowly inhaling, dispersing into the body. These hundreds of tiny airflow circulate inside the body, gather, and then exhale through the mouth and nose.

  The human body has countless orifices and acupoints, like the stars in the universe. The mouth and nose are the largest, followed by the numerous acupoints all over the body, but the most numerous are those tiny, invisible, and ubiquitous micro-orifices that cover the entire body.

  Zuo Mo was very curious, how did the predecessor who created this mental method come up with such an absurd idea. As expected, birds of a feather flock together, the mental method that Pu Yao, this perverted lunatic, came up with is also perverted just like him.

  He still can't complete a full fetal breath.

  Pu Yao's words were not just intimidation, it was clearly recorded in "Fetal Breathing and Spiritual Refining". These past few days, he had actually still been using his mouth and nose to breathe. No matter what, first stabilize the divine sense before doing anything else. If the divine sense is unstable, even if it's just occasional pain, it would be enough to take Lin Mo's life.

  However, when Zuo Mo's mind stabilized slightly, he had to face a problem - how to complete a fetal breath. One breath was the sign of entering the gate of "Fetal Breath Spiritual Cultivation".

  A three-month deadline loomed over him like a dark shadow.

  When thinking of Pu Yao mentioning cruel torture, the crazy light flashing in his eyes. Zuo Mo dared not confirm that if he really didn't reach the state of one breath within three months and faced the reversal of blood vessels, Pu Yao would be on the side, enthusiastically appreciating the scene of himself being in unbearable pain.

  What a miserable life!

  Zuo Mo gritted his teeth and silently cursed that demon in his heart, burning with anger.

  Suddenly, a message from Yin Gui by his side caught his attention.

  "After last month's price increase in Linggu, the price of Linggu has risen again this month, with a significant surge in demand for high-quality Linggu, which has also driven up the price of low-quality Linggu..."

  He had a sudden inspiration, and the price of Lingguo rose! This was undoubtedly the best news he had heard in these days.

  "A very interesting thing."

  Zuo Mo's eyes widened in shock and he was stunned for half a day before reacting, pointing at Pu Yao and speaking incoherently: "You you you how can you run out?"

  He blinked his deep red right eye: "Why can't I run out?"

  "Aren't you just in the Sea of Consciousness?" Zuo Mo asked dully.

  "Who told you?" The pao yao turned his face around with a strange expression and asked.

  Zuo Mo was speechless, but in his heart he couldn't help but lament. It seemed that he didn't even have the last chip left, and it turned out that others really could move house...

  Pu Yao listened for a while and yawned: "Hmph, it seems like we're going to fight."

  "Fight?" Zuo Mo was perplexed.

  Pu You didn't explain and casually pulled Yin Gui into her hands, lightly saying: "This thing is given to me." Before the words fell, she disappeared with Yin Gui.

  "Dead demon!" Zuo Mo's furious roar echoed through the empty courtyard.

  At this moment, he suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.

  Zuo Mo wondered who it was. Normally, no one would come to his place. He ran over and opened the door to find Xiao Ya standing pitifully outside.

  She held a clay pot in her hands and when she saw Zuo Mo, her body suddenly shrunk back, timidly calling out: "Shixiong."

  "What's wrong now?" Zuo Mo was in a bad mood over this small trouble. He didn't know why, but every time he saw the timid expression on Xiao Guo's face, he couldn't control his tone.

  "No, no!" Xiaoguo's head shook like a rattle drum as he hastily explained: "Xiaoguo came to deliver something to Shixiong. Last time Shixiong helped Xiaoguo, Xiaoguo hasn't thanked Shixiong yet."

  As she spoke, her small mouth pouted and misty air rose in her eyes, and with a sobbing tone, she murmured: "Xiao Guo doesn't have the crystal..."

  At first glance, something didn't seem right, so Mo Li hastily shouted: "Stop!"

  Xiao Guo was frightened and shrank back again, but the crying sound stopped immediately.

  She carefully placed the clay pot in front of Zuo Mo, then hopped back like a rabbit. She looked at Zuo Mo timidly, mustered up her courage and said: "This is Xiao Guo's simmered soup, Shixiong...Shixiong, just take one sip, just one sip..."

  She hadn't finished speaking when she became incoherent, her face so anxious that it seemed to be on the verge of bleeding, and she could no longer bear it, covering her face and turning to run away.

  She ran tens of steps away before suddenly stopping and hesitating for a moment, then turning around to shout: "Senior brother, if it really doesn't taste good, you...you can just pour it away..."

  Zuo Mo watched as Xiao Guo disappeared, then looked down at the ceramic jar placed by his feet and bent to pick it up.

  The soup is still warm.

  He picked up the clay pot and took a sip, the soup was very thick and fragrant.

  "It tastes good." Zuo Mo muttered to himself, gulped down the last drop, and turned around to head back to his room with the empty jar.

  The pao demon suddenly emerged, its scarlet tongue, like a snake's letter, involuntarily licked its lips, and its eyes stared in the direction where Xiaoguo disappeared: "What a tender little girl."

  Zuo Mo stared at him in shock.

  The demon turned his handsome face, now resembling a greedy cat, with deep red eyes gleaming: "Good luck, this little girl's flesh must be extremely tender and delicious."

  Zuo Mo suddenly became furious and swung his right hand, slamming the empty jar he was holding towards Pu Yao.

  Bang! The clay pot shattered into four or five pieces, with fragments flying everywhere.

  "Get out!"

  A thousand feathered blessings moored in empty space.

  Lixi'er gazed out the window at the green moon and stars, her delicate eyebrows furrowed: "It seems that little demon has run away. Uncle Akano, is there any reply from the door?"

  "Miss, the demons suppressed under the Refining Demon Tower are likely in the tens of thousands, and the years are too distant to investigate. Most of them were captured by our sect's predecessors with unparalleled magical powers during that great war three thousand years ago. These demons were mostly of the caliber that could defy heaven, making it difficult to kill them, so they were suppressed under the Refining Demon Tower in hopes of slowly refining them. Who would have thought that these demons would be so stubborn? After three thousand years of refinement, there are still survivors!"

  Lixianner's eyes gleamed with a look of yearning: "Three thousand years ago, our sect was actually so powerful!"

  Akano Makoto said with a sigh, "It's not just our sect, 3,000 years ago, the various schools and factions of the cultivation world were far more powerful than they are today. Back then, the 100,000-strong demon army was also annihilated by our predecessors. It was precisely this battle that established the status of the cultivation world today."

  He immediately showed a look of regret: "However, although the demons were almost wiped out, the cultivators at that time also suffered heavy losses. Among the top ten masters, only one survived, and many sects perished in that great war. Countless heart methods were lost from then on. Three thousand years have passed, but the cultivation world still cannot recover to its former prosperity. However, compared to us, the demons received an even greater blow. In these years, have you seen them break through the Heavenly Blood Realm?"

  Lixi'er listened with rapt attention, although they were all historical events she knew, but every time she heard them, she still felt a sense of wonder and longing.

  "Grandpa called me back." She pouted, her face full of unwillingness: "It's not easy to catch an opportunity to come out, and it's not long before you're urged to go back. The little monster hasn't been caught yet, and if I have to go back, I'll wait until I catch the little monster before going back."

  Akano Makoto looked at her with a innocent face, and a hint of doting flashed on his face, but still advised: "Miss, the master is urging you to go back, I think there's something going on."

  "What's the matter?" She hummed softly: "I reckon it's another talented young man from some sect. Grandfather has been quite enthusiastic about those sword cultivators lately, but I dislike them the most, each and every one of them is arrogant and rude."

  Akano Makoto smiled and said: "Miss, wasn't it just a few days ago that you were having a great time with a swordsman?"

  "That silly fool you mentioned, who said he's a sword cultivator?" Lei Xian'er said with discontent.

  "The Tianyue boundary is the domain of sword cultivators, and among ten people here, nine are sword cultivators."

  "It's probably him, after all." Li Xian'er argued strongly, but suddenly revealed a worried expression: "Once I return, I won't be able to use Xiao Qianhe anymore. It's hard to find someone interesting, and now I won't have anyone to play with."

  Seeing her worried face, Akano Makoto couldn't bear it: "If the young lady likes, I can set up a transmission array in Tengetsu and send a famous disciple to guard it. The young lady's Senkōtsuru can be transmitted from the transmission array. As long as it comes over, Senkōtsuru will find its way."

  Lixi'er happily said: "Uncle Akano is the best! Hehe, he probably still thinks Xi'er's paper crane is an ordinary senbazuru."

  Akano Makoto was overjoyed and laughed, saying: "The Miss's self-created Thousand Cranes, the elderly in the family also highly praised."

  Lixi'er proudly pouted: "That's it!"