Zuo Mo slowly opened his eyes, unable to hold back a groan, his entire body in unbearable pain.

  "Senior brother, you're awake." A strange woman stood beside the bed, her expression respectful, but Zuo Mo noticed a hint of reverence in her eyes. Judging from her attire, she should be an outer sect female disciple, but Zuo Mo didn't recognize her.

  "Where is this?" Zuo Mo struggled to sit up.

  "This is Huifang Courtyard, because you were injured, the courtyard master had you brought over." The outer sect female disciple hastily replied.

  "Oh, it's Master. Relaxing a bit, he felt hungry in his stomach, so he raised his head and asked: 'Is there anything to eat?'"

  The outer female disciple hastily nodded: "Please wait." She turned around and went out, after a while, she brought in a bowl of rice and several small dishes.

  The aroma of the dishes wafting out of the spiritual energy, Zuo Mo's spirit suddenly felt a stir, and his stomach felt even hungrier. Without saying another word, he began to wolf down the food. The rice in the bowl was not the ordinary rice he usually ate, but was cooked with spiritual grains, and the few small dishes were also made from spiritual vegetables, with a rich spiritual energy that was very suitable for Zuo Mo's recovery after being injured.

  How could a poor guy like Zuo Mo have ever tasted such high-class stuff? He had a steady supply of spiritual grains every month, but he didn't know how to process them.

  The processing of spiritual food requires extremely professional skills, and this process is also called refining food. Various ingredients rich in spiritual energy, after special matching, meticulous and professional processing, the spiritual energy in the ingredients will be thoroughly activated and easily absorbed. The spiritual power absorbed from spiritual food is much milder than that absorbed from crystal stones.

  However, this is also something that can be enjoyed by people who have a lot of money.

  Compared to other high-end spiritual food, Linggu is the most ordinary and widespread. However, Zuo Mo sells off his monthly Linggu for crystal stones every month. With his possession of the Stone Room Spiritual Pulse, Linggu doesn't have much effect on him.

  But this treatment, he was enjoying for the first time. The person who refined the food had exceptional skills, and the spiritual energy was lively and rich. Just smelling it made Zuo Mo feel refreshed and invigorated. When he took a bite of the spiritual food, he almost swallowed his tongue in surprise.

  The wind swept away the remaining clouds, and the spiritual food on the table was swept clean by him, leaving nothing behind.

  Zuo Mo stretched his waist lazily, still feeling a bit unfulfilled. At this moment, the female outer sect disciple reminded him: "Senior brother might as well sit down and enter meditation, it's more beneficial for absorbing spiritual energy."

  Upon hearing this, Zuo Mo hastily sat down cross-legged in meditation.

  The female disciple saw this and quietly cleaned up the things on the table before closing the door and retreating.

  After waking up from meditation, Zuo Mo only felt refreshed and comfortable. Thinking about the spiritual food he had just eaten, Zuo Mo couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion. This meal of spiritual food was even more effective than his two hours of meditation in the stone room. However, the spiritual energy in the stone room was completely free, while this portion of spiritual food may not look like much, its price was absolutely not cheap. If it weren't for the sect's reward, he himself would never be able to afford it.

  Push open the door and walk out of the room.

  Outside the door was a small courtyard, and at this moment, Zuo Mo suddenly realized where he was. This place was a secluded small yard in Xiang Fang Courtyard, which he occasionally passed by and looked familiar.

  He decided to go see his master.

  Walking out of the small courtyard, I saw many female disciples from other sects along the way.

  Zuo Mo immediately felt their attitude towards him was completely different from before.

  Before, they were also very respectful to themselves, but now, in this respect, there is a sense of awe. This heartfelt awe also makes them bow their heads even lower and be more cautious in their attitude. This made Zuo Mo feel somewhat unaccustomed.

  Xu Qing saw Zuo Mo and hastily bowed: "Senior brother! Master is waiting for you!"

  Lian Xuqing also addressed him as "you", Zuo Mo felt uncomfortable in his heart, he shook his head and said: "It's not good for Shizhi to address me like this, it's too distant!"

  "Brother Shī said it's true, Xǔ Qíng is indeed a good match!" Xǔ Qíng smiled and showed her face, making people feel refreshed like a spring breeze.

  Before that, she helped Zuo Mo but didn't think much of him. Who would have thought that Zuo Mo could actually fight to a draw with Luo Li Shixiong? To be honest, when she saw that scene, she was thoroughly stunned and even now still finds it hard to believe. This matter also made everyone in the Xian Fang Institute look at this zombie Shixiong with new eyes. Xu Qing is clever and knows that this battle has completely established Shixiong's position in the Xian Fang Institute and within the sect.

  For example, Senior Sister Hao Min was quite arrogant and domineering in our academy before. From now on, she will definitely become much more subdued. If she still doesn't become subdued, then she would be too foolish. Left Mo Shixiong seems to be dull and uncommunicative, but whether it's in terms of cunning or actual strength and innate talent, he far surpasses Hao Min.

  The infighting among the inner disciples was also well understood by Xu Qing, and as an outer disciple herself, she naturally felt closer to Wei Shengzuomo and others who used to be outer disciples.

  But Xu Qing was still cautious and kept her place, many people are different in temperament when they are down and out and when they are successful, being careful never goes wrong. However, Zuo Mo's temperament was much better than she had imagined.

  Zuo Mo's zombie-like face remained expressionless as he nodded at Xu Qing and then headed towards Master's Dan room.

  He pushed open the door and saw his master, Shi Fengrong.

  "You're finally showing off now!" Shi Feng Rong scolded as soon as she saw him, without any courtesy: "Why didn't you just admit defeat earlier? Did you have to hurt yourself so badly?" She completely forgot that she had given Zuo Mo an order not to lose.

  Zuo Mo didn't dare mention it and only nodded repeatedly. He didn't have the guts to argue with her elderly self.

  "However, you didn't make me lose face either, that's good." Zuo Mo heard this and thought to himself, "This must be what you really think, old man."

  Shi Fengrong was still quite satisfied with this apprentice. Although he was just a spiritual plant husband before, his talent in alchemy surprised her, and he was able to refine the Golden Crow Pill as soon as he started learning alchemy. When Zuo Mo first refined the Golden Crow Pill, it could be understood that he had good luck, but afterwards, he was able to find a specific refining method, which surprised Shi Fengrong, although she didn't say anything out loud. Seeing his outstanding talent, Shi Fengrong's demands on him became even stricter.

  The trial between Zuo Mo and Luo Li, she didn't have any hope for him, even though she had given the order not to lose. The strength of both sides was not on the same level, she knew that very clearly. However, Zuo Mo once again gave her a huge surprise, although he didn't win, he indeed managed to not lose.

  In just three short months, he actually grasped the sword intent! This talent for cultivating swords was so astonishing that even Second Brother, a cold and unfeeling person, couldn't help but be moved. The sect leader and Third Brother were also left speechless, and she felt quite pleased with herself.

  "In three months, you can grasp the sword intent and your talent for sword repair is not weak. If it's buried, it's a bit of a pity." Shi Feng Rong said slowly: "From now on, you can go to your second master's place to learn about sword repair. I'll tell you, when you go to your second master's place, don't make me lose face. If I find out you're lazy and slacking off, humph!" The last sentence was accompanied by a cold snort, with a chill spreading in all directions.

  Zuo Mo's heart secretly felt bitter. Being able to go to Second Master's place to learn sword repair, this kind of treatment, in the Empty Sword Sect, was absolutely generous and also something that every single disciple yearned for day and night. If it were in the past, Zuo Mo would have hurriedly nodded his head in agreement, but now...

  Just thinking of the calm and peaceful Pu Yao in the sea of knowledge, then thinking of the cold and stern gaze of Second Master...

  Zuo Mo suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an icy pit.

  He still remembered the night he first met Pu Yao, the snow-white sword intent of Second Master's breaking through the Black Sea! Even a powerful demon like Pu Yao was no match for Second Master. If Second Master were to discover the Pu Yao in his own sea of consciousness, his own fate would be absolutely miserable beyond description!

  What others consider preferential treatment, you can't avoid it even if you want to.

  "The disciple just wants to follow his master and learn how to refine the elixir..."

  Zuo Mo hadn't finished speaking when he was interrupted by Shi Feng Rong: "Refining pills is refining pills, cultivating swords is cultivating swords. No one says that refining pills means you can't cultivate swords! Don't waste words, I told you to go so just go!"

  "But..."

  "Huh?" Shi Feng Rong looked at Zuo Mo suspiciously: "What's wrong with you?"

  Under the gaze of his master, Zuomo's heart was racing wildly, but he must not let his master see anything! He shook his head repeatedly: "No! No!"

  "If not, then go earlier!" Shi Fengrong waved her hand impatiently and chased Zuo Mo out.

  As he walked out of the Dan room, Zuomo's heart was filled with anxiety. Among the four seniors, the one he feared the most was Master Xin Yan. Every time Master Xin Yan looked at him, Zuomo felt like he was being seen through, and all his secrets were laid bare in her eyes.

  But this pass, apparently can't escape.

  Zuo Mo nervously arrived at the residence of Second Master Shi. Second Master Shi was skilled in two areas, one being sword repair and the other being artifact refinement. Wei Sheng Shixiong had been personally instructed by Xin Rong Shishu, Luo Li had also received his guidance before, and apart from that, Xu Yi Shixiong was Second Master Shi's only disciple, following him to learn artifact refinement.

  Zuo Mo had no choice but to head towards Second Master's residence.

  Er Shi Bo had always lived alone on Wang Yang Peak, a place that Zuo Mo had never set foot in. Along the winding mountain road, Zuo Mo was extremely cautious and trembling with fear. When he climbed to the top of Wang Yang Peak, he was stunned.

  The terrain at the summit is open and vast, but there is only a small thatched cottage, with no grass growing anywhere else.

  About one hundred and fifty paces from the thatched cottage, these one hundred and fifty paces made him walk with a thumping heart, several times he almost turned around to escape.

  There wasn't a single inch of intact land under his feet. In fact, it wasn't just under his feet, the entire top of Wangyang Peak didn't have a single complete piece of ground. The crisscrossing cracks on the ground at the top of Wangyang Peak were like they had been plowed through countless times.

  Her foot stepped on the turned-up mud, and her heart suddenly contracted!

  Sword Intention!

  The ground beneath his feet, churned up like rotting mud, was imbued with an extremely cold and sinister sword intent! They swarmed out, as if they were about to cut off Lu Mo's legs, or as if they were going to drill into his body from the soles of his feet. The icy killing intent stimulated Lu Mo's entire body, causing all the hairs on his body to stand on end.

  He involuntarily swallowed his saliva, strongly suppressing the urge to draw out the Ice Crystal Sword, and gritted his teeth as he moved forward.

  Step by step!

  Underfoot was like treading on countless sword tips, every step was cautious.

  Zuo Mo had thought of taking out his Ice Crystal Sword countless times, it was an instinctive reaction, but each time, he restrained himself!

  This patch of rotten land, secretly hiding countless sword intents. If I really summon the Ice Crystal Sword, that would be poking a hornet's nest! Those hidden sword intents will then spread out and tear me to shreds.

  Damn it!

  What a terrible place!