He also didn't know if "Fetal Breathing" was correct. Although he didn't want to admit it, with Pu Yao's methods, if he wanted his life, it would be as simple as snapping his fingers, no need to use a half-true, half-false technique to deceive him. But with Pu Yao's perversion and bad taste, thinking of ways to torture him, this was almost a certainty.

  However, Pú Yāo is usually very quiet and doesn't make any other moves except forcing Zuǒ Mò to practice "Fetal Breathing Spiritual Cultivation". There's no sign of torture at all. Zuǒ Mò can't understand Pú Yāo and can't figure out what his purpose is.

  The Pao You must have some purpose.

  Sometimes this idea was so clear and firm in his mind. But every time he racked his brains to think, it seemed like facing the vast ocean, you never know what's hidden at the bottom of the sea.

  Perhaps Pu was really trying to help himself, Zuo Mo knew how difficult it was to heal a damaged divine sense. If it weren't for the "Fetal Breathing Cultivation", whether his own life could be prolonged or not would still be a problem.

  It seems unreasonable to blame Pu Yao for this.

  All I can say is that Pu's weirdness and abnormality make him instinctively wary.

  The most tragic thing is that, no matter what, he has no room to struggle. Whether this "Fetal Breathing Cultivation" is true or not, whether the Pú Yāo has any purpose, he has no room for resistance. In front of such a high-level and powerful existence as Pú, he is weak and pitiful. The only thing he can do is to grit his teeth and charge forward, hoping to find that one thread of light.

  If it was indeed torture, he who had already entered the arena would either sink into the torment of the evil spirits or struggle on in the midst of the torture.

  Damn it! How did I get myself into this kind of trouble!

  Time ticked by bit by bit, accompanied by a strong sense of suffocation, and fear emerged uncontrollably.

  His consciousness began to blur, and he had no idea that his legs were instinctively kicking frantically, trying to float up to the surface. However, he had been sinking all along, and now the distance from the water's surface was too far away.

  Am I going to die?

  Even this idea seems incomplete, he seems numb and powerless, swimming in the endless ocean.

  No way!

  I don't want to die!

  He struggled, trying to rouse his own consciousness.

  But all of this was in vain, under the suffocating feeling, consciousness gradually dispersed and blurred.

  Are you going to die...

  In his daze, he seemed to hear someone shouting.

  "Don't forget!"

  ……

  "Even death cannot make me forget!"

  ……

  For some reason, these two sentences were like an echo of his dream, and at this moment, they seemed to be a huge invisible hand that suddenly pulled him back from his lost state.

  I don't want to die!

  Zuo Mo used his last bit of strength to silently scream in his heart! His body shook violently like a sieve, the blood vessels under his skin expanding at a visible rate, black and thick, curving and twisting like earthworms, covering his entire body in an unspeakably terrifying manner.

  The breath between his chest had become extremely weak, and suddenly turned into a candle flame, a candle flame that could be extinguished at any time.

  However, this weak spark ignited a prairie fire in the sea of knowledge - just like igniting dry and oil-soaked firewood. The deep red flames swallowed and spat out tongues of fire, rolling forward along the surface of the sea of knowledge. Grass and trees turned into flying smoke in an instant, nothing could stop it.

  In the blink of an eye, the sea of consciousness was like a burning hell, with endless deep red flames dancing in every corner of the sea of consciousness.

  A brilliant and fierce red sea of flames danced wildly, on the mysterious dark green stone tombstone surrounded by black clouds, sat a handsome man with an eerie and chilly aura, a stunning and ghostly scene that no one could forget.

  The sound of the guqin on his knees was dense and intense, like a raging storm that left one breathless!

  A sea of red flames burned silently, and the hair that covered half of her face, thin lips like a knife edge imperceptibly curled up to one side, as usual, strange and icy.

  Zuo Mo curiously looked around, and after a brief moment of breakthrough, his perception of the surroundings underwent a significant change. It was hard to describe in detail, but it felt as if the surroundings had been thoroughly cleansed and refreshed. This feeling was quite strange, and it took him half a day to gradually get used to it. Another change was the Sea of Consciousness, which had now transformed into a boundless, unpredictable expanse that seemed like it could extinguish at any moment.

  Apart from this, he had no other discoveries. However, whether "Tai Xi Lian Shen" has any wonderful places, he didn't have much expectation anyway. As a guy who aspired to be a Ling Zhi Fu, why would he need such a powerful divine consciousness? As long as he could pass this level and keep his life safe, he was satisfied.

  The game is too dangerous, I'm out of here.

  He still has lingering fears about yesterday's danger.

  However, the sword of Damocles hanging over his head disappeared, and he could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He had made up his mind that no matter what the Pú Yāo gave him next time, he would rather die than accept it. This painful experience taught him a profound lesson: trying to take advantage of the Pú Yāo was suicidal behavior.

  Zuo Mo cherished his little life.

  Pú Yāo seems to be indifferent to his cultivation of "Fetal Breathing and Spiritual Refining", every day he guards the new bought sound jade, playing with great joy.

  Although every time he saw that brand new sound jade that was even higher than his own, he would feel a pang of heartache. Ten second-grade crystal stones were spent in vain, and he could only grit his teeth with hatred, feeling sour and bitter as he took back the old sound jade that Pu Yao had prepared to throw away, which was the one he had snatched from his hand before.

  He has another bad habit of liking new things and hating old ones, which he found on Pu Yao.

  But then again, does Pu Songling have good habits?

  "Tai Xi Lian Shen" is like a small interlude in life, and Pu Yao seems to have put away his perverted quirks, quiet as a maiden, which makes Zuo Mo somewhat unaccustomed. However, vicious remarks like "You think you can become a woman just by not speaking? A freak is still a freak!" are naturally unavoidable.

  What delighted him was his rapid progress in the five techniques. He didn't know if it was due to breaking through a bottleneck, but many places that were previously obscure were now exceptionally clear and could be easily achieved with ease.

  He became more diligent.

  He had no interest in this weird thing called "Fetal Breathing". What he loved was the "Gengjin Jue" that could bring him real crystal stones.

  He lived a very dull life like an ascetic monk, cultivating the "Ten Righteous Heart Method" and accumulating spiritual energy. He practiced various techniques and fingerings repeatedly without getting tired of them, just like when he was cultivating the "Small Cloud Rain Technique", he cultivated crazily.

  The greatest progress is the "Geng Jin Jue". Now, the Geng Jin Qi's color is like dark gold, with a subtle and restrained light. It can change at will, and also has an added hint of a stern aura, although this aura is extremely faint. However, in practical use, its effect is doubled, which makes Zuo Mo overjoyed beyond expectation.

  The progress of 《庚金诀》 is not surprising, after all, 《庚金诀》 focuses on spiritual awareness. Although he only completed one breath in 《胎息炼神】, his spiritual awareness must be much stronger than before, so the progress of 《庚金诀》 is natural. What surprises him more is that 《地气诀》 has also made significant progress.

  "Di Qi Jue" emphasizes communication and resonance, does it mean that divine consciousness also helps with communication and resonance?

  He had no way of knowing, but since it was a good thing, he went along with it and didn't investigate further.

  Zuo Mo was intensifying his cultivation of the "Geng Golden Body" in the courtyard when a calm and majestic voice echoed through the Wujin Mountain.

  "Outer door disciple Li Yingfeng, diligent in practice and not lazy, broke through the foundation-building stage. From today on, she will be officially accepted as an inner door disciple of our sect. All outer door disciples should take this as a model, cultivate diligently without stopping, and strive for the right result!"

  The sound was not loud, but clear and audible, with a lingering echo in the empty mountains that reverberated endlessly.

  Li Yingfeng Shijie has successfully built her foundation? Zuo Mo couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy, and also felt happy for Li Yingfeng Shijie. Although he hadn't been in contact with Li Yingfeng Shijie for long, and there were still some small misunderstandings between them, he greatly admired this straightforward and efficient Shijie. This is what a true Shijie should be like! In comparison, Hao Min Shijie was far inferior.

  His life was not affected by this message. His interest in building the foundation is far less than his interest in spiritual cultivation. Building the foundation is the first major hurdle of cultivating truth, but unless one achieves the golden elixir, there won't be much difference between one's lifespan and that of ordinary people. As for the golden elixir, let's not even mention it - how many inner disciples can achieve it, let alone an outer disciple like him?

  But as long as I become a spirit husband, that's a real crystal stone.

  He continued to practice his own skills diligently. For the things he chose, he never slackened. Just like when he practiced "Little Cloud Rain Technique", no one guided him. He just released it repeatedly, and didn't know how many tens of thousands of times he had released it, using "Little Cloud Rain Technique" to fill up the big pond in the yard, only then did he break through the third layer of "Little Cloud Rain Technique".

  His cultivation was interrupted by an unexpected visitor, who turned out to be Li Yingfeng, a senior sister who had just been promoted to the inner sect.

  "Congratulations on building a solid foundation!" Zuo Mo's face was expressionless as he congratulated her, but his words were sincere.

  "Master brother is too polite." Li Yingfeng's face was filled with joy, and she smiled: "I estimate that it won't be long before we hear good news from Master brother." In Li Yingfeng's heart, the master brother in front of her, who had been hiding his true abilities, would not surprise her if he successfully built his foundation. Behind her, there were three female disciples following, and Xiao Guo was among them.

  Zuo Mo hastily said: "I'm still early, I'm still early. Please, Master Sister."

  Xiao Guo's lovely and tender apple-like face still had some shyness. Zuo Mo suddenly felt that this little girl was really shy enough, taking advantage of Li Yingfeng's turning around, he winked at Xiao Guo, and sure enough, Xiao Guo's face turned bright red.

  After everyone sat down, Li Yingfeng explained his intention: "This time I came, there is something to ask of you, younger brother."

  Zuo Mo was somewhat surprised.

  It seems that Zuo Mo's confusion was evident, and without waiting for him to ask, Li Yingfeng herself lifted the veil, lightly sighing: "Once I enter the inner sect, I'm afraid I won't have time to take care of these sisters from my past days again. My junior brother's planting skills are unmatched within the sect, so I had no choice but to ask with a thick face."

  Zuo Mo hastily said, "Sister, please give your orders." From then on, Li Yingfeng was an inner sect disciple. As long as Zuo Mo remained in Wu Kong Sword Sect, he would absolutely not offend them.

  Li Yingfeng took out a small bag and placed it on the stone table, saying: "This is twenty pieces of second-grade crystal stones, it's a little token from your sister. Don't decline, brother. When you have time, go to East Peak often and take care of them. They struggle to survive, if there's another problem like last time, with your help, they won't be left with no one to turn to."

  She was beside a small fruit mouth flattened, eye sockets instantly red, and the other two were also slightly red.

  Zuo Mo sighed in his heart, compared to Wei Si Master Brother who was a hardworking and dedicated master brother, Li Ying Feng this master sister was undoubtedly more suitable. He now understood why her prestige among the female disciples was so high.

  After some thought, Zuo Mo pushed the small bag back in front of Li Yingfeng and said: "Fellow disciples helping each other is a matter of course, don't worry, I will do my best."

  Xiao Guo stared at Zuo Mo with wide eyes, the other two women also had a strange expression on their faces. They couldn't understand how this greedy zombie had suddenly changed his ways?

  Li Yingfeng shook her head and pushed the crystal stone in front of Mo: "Junior brother, don't decline. The sect provides for its inner disciples every month, so I won't be lacking in crystal stones. On the contrary, junior brother is not far from building his foundation, and he might need them soon. Having some extra crystal stones on hand can't hurt."

  The three women's strange expressions quickly turned into shock.

  Is the foundation being built? The zombie senior with a bad temper is about to build his foundation?

  To be called a quick foundation, at least it should be above the eighth level of refining qi. They were obviously intimidated by their senior sister's words. The cultivation of refining qi to the eighth level is rare among outer disciples. Even Guo Lu, a senior brother, only had a seventh-level refinement. Among the female outer disciples, except for Li Yingfeng who had just established her foundation, the highest was only at the sixth level of refining qi. Among the outer disciples, except for Wei Sheng, Zuo Mo is now considered the strongest.

  This zombie face is actually the second-in-command of the outer sect disciples!

  This is what they never expected.

  Zuo Mo saw the situation and didn't stand on ceremony anymore. He took the crystal stone: "Then thank you, Shijie."

  "It should be me who thanks you instead." Li Yingfeng smiled and said, "After I left Dong Feng, I handed over the task of contacting Shidi to Xiao Guo. She is gentle and obedient by nature, don't bully her, Shidi."

  Zuo Mo couldn't help but laugh: "Sister is talking nonsense. I have the best temper."

  "That's good." Li Yingfeng nodded. Xiao Guo wrinkled her cute little nose on the side, apparently expressing disagreement with this sentence.

  She turned her face to the three and said in a low voice: "In the future, if you have any questions, you can directly find Left Mo brother, he will help you solve it. Left Mo brother's words are equivalent to my words, if someone doesn't listen, I will personally punish them!"

  "Yes! Elder Sister!" The three women replied in unison.

  As expected of Master Sister, this demeanor alone is unmatched among the younger generation of disciples. Zuo Mo couldn't help but secretly admire her.

  After chatting for a while, Li Yingfeng finally left with the three women.

  Zuo Mo suddenly lost interest in his cultivation. This was a society with strict class divisions, like Li Yingfeng Shijie, who had successfully built her foundation and would have to bid farewell to the life of an outer sect disciple. She needed to strive for higher goals, whether it was her will or the needs of the sect.

  The yuan shou of the Golden Elixir stage can have three hundred years, before that, the yuan shou of the foundation building stage, coagulation pulse stage and Lianqi stage are no different.

  The green and yellow are disconnected, and this has been going on for a long time.

  Including the leader, all the masters are in the Golden Elixir stage, which is also the fundamental reason for the good development of Wu Kong Sword Sect in recent years. However, even the youngest, Shi Feng Rong master, has exceeded 200 years old. And among the second-generation disciples within the sect, there isn't a single one who has reached the Condensing Aperture stage, let alone the Golden Elixir stage. If there is no one to inherit, the already small Wu Kong Sword Sect will quickly decline.

  No matter in which field or sect, once a school declines, it is more difficult to turn over than to ascend to heaven.

  Why did he become so sentimental all of a sudden? Zuo Mo shook his head, and suddenly remembered the three-product fire dragon grass that Wei Sheng had entrusted to him. Li Ying Feng had already built her foundation, and Wei Sheng should be close too. As soon as he thought of this, he couldn't help but put aside his idea of going to Cold Mist Valley.