Daheliwan, no, Jīnwūwán, the improvement of Zuo Mo's situation is obvious, especially that it can greatly alleviate his financial crisis. However, whether it is Xu Yishi or Yan Le Shibo, they seem to still not look favorably on Zuo Mo, this point can be seen from the magical artifacts they sent. One sent a protective wristband, one sent a spiritual armor, all of which are defensive in nature, it's very clear that the two were just trying to make things less embarrassing for Zuo Mo.

  The problem now facing Zuo Mo is very serious.

  One is earning crystal stones, and the other is practicing sword techniques.

  He is now burdened with foreign debt, and earning crystal stones is undoubtedly the most urgent need. No matter what time, earning crystal stones is the first thing he needs to face. And practicing swordsmanship determines to a large extent what kind of challenge he will face from Luo Li during the door assessment.

  Both of these things involve a direct issue, that is time. If he were to refine the elixir, then the time spent cultivating the sword manual would be greatly shortened. Originally, he didn't have much chance of winning, and now, Zuo Mo felt that his chances of winning had dropped to zero.

  Is it about the crystal stone or is it about winning that one breath?

  Zuo Mo fell into a difficult situation.

  "Grandfather, what have you been busy with lately?" A pink paper crane fluttered in, with the same elegant handwriting as always.

  "Practice sword!"

  "Wow, when did grandpa become so energetic? I'm really not used to it."

  "I've had it with this cold-blooded, lustful and despicable man!"

  "Hehe, what's going on?"

  "He flirted with me, I slapped him, and he's looking for trouble." Zuo Mo slightly "processed" it. Hmm, that counts as flirting too, thought Zuo Mo.

  "Kill him!" The two big red characters seemed to exude a strong and evil aura, making Zuo Mo's face turn pale with shame.

  "Now there's a great opportunity to make a fortune with crystals." Zuo Mo inadvertently wrote down the difficult problem in his mind.

  "A gentleman can be killed but not humiliated. This humble crystal, don't let a slave look down on me."

  A mere crystal, indeed, the full know not the pangs of the hungry. Zuo Mo couldn't help but reflect on himself, wondering how he had asked such an unreliable person. He disdainfully replied: "Woman, what kind of scholar are you?" However, his gaze involuntarily lingered on the six words "Scholars can be killed, but not humiliated".

  "Hehe, I just hope Master's prestige will be greatly enhanced!"

  "Grandfather is busy and won't be back." Zuo Mo wrote down these few words, then tossed the pen aside.

  Zuo Mo spent the whole day in his dan room, bitterly practicing and refining his Golden Crow Pills. He handed all of them over to Yan Le, to help alleviate Li Ying Feng's urgent situation.

  Before the assessment at the gate, Zuo Mo didn't plan to refine anymore. He planned to spend all his time practicing swordplay. Just thinking of Luo Li and Hao Min's faces filled him with fighting spirit. What was the point of earning crystal stones? Wasn't it to become stronger, wasn't it to find answers after becoming strong?

  After figuring it out, he no longer hesitated.

  Hesitation and perplexity vanished in an instant. Suddenly, everything felt clear and bright, with a sense of comfort that was hard to put into words.

  Returned to Xifeng Valley, raised the Ice Crystal Sword, and practiced "Lishui Jianjue" over and over again.

  The valley entrance was sealed off by him and a "Do Not Disturb" sign was hung up.

  This also quickly became a joke in the Wu Kong Gate. As an outer door disciple of Zuo Mo, Hao Min's affair made many people feel that he was too arrogant, and with the hot sale of Jinwu Dan, there were many people who were jealous of him, and many people were waiting to see him make a fool of himself.

  That's the difference. Luo Li has always been cold and arrogant, and people just have a respectful fear of him, so they think it's justified. But Zuo Mo slapping Hao Min, although Hao Min was wrong first, still makes many people look down on him.

  At this moment, Qin Cheng Shixiong returned. Qin Cheng Shixiong was the disciple of the sect leader, his cultivation was not the highest, and his combat power was not the strongest, but he was born with a majestic aura, deeply trusted by everyone, and had a very high reputation.

  Luo Li and Qin Cheng sat facing each other. Qin Cheng's face was stern, his eyebrows furrowed, and his clothes were covered in dust, his expression also revealed a hint of fatigue, but he sat upright, exuding a calm and composed aura.

  Qin Cheng rebuked him, "You've gone too far this time. Taking Hao Min out for so long without returning, it's no wonder the sect leader is furious."

  Facing Qin Cheng, Luo Li's cold expression softened a lot, and he had an indifferent face: "As long as she is happy."

  For his junior brother, Qin Cheng was more helpless. He also knew the temperament of his junior sister, Hao Min, so he could only change the subject: "Have you made any progress recently?"

  "The fifth floor."

  Qin Cheng revealed a relieved expression, and from his bosom he took out a jade slip: "This is the 'Formless Sword Manual', take it and study it carefully."

  Luo Li's eyes burst with radiance when he heard the four words "Invisible Sword Manual".

  "Wei Sheng was sent to Jian Dong, the leader of the sect had high hopes for him, probably hoping that he would restore the 'Wu Kong Sword Manual'. Qin Cheng glanced at Luo Li: 'He used to be your sword servant, don't lose to him.'"

  Lu's face suddenly turned ugly, his fists clenched, and his fingernails dug into his flesh without him even realizing it. This matter had always been a thorn in his heart. That despicable guy he used to order around was actually valued far more than him by the sect, and every time he thought about it, it felt like insects were gnawing away at his heart.

  "In those years, the 'Wu Kong Jian Jue' was split into two sword manuals: 'Wu Xing Jian Jue' and 'Kong Jian Jue'. If a manual can be split, it must also be able to be recombined. Wei Sheng's talent is indeed outstanding, but your talent, my junior brother, I have always firmly believed in. Qin Cheng said solemnly and slowly: "I hope to see the style of our ancestors reappear in your hands, my junior brother."

  Luó's breathing became rapid, he stared at the jade slip in his hand, his expression changing unpredictably.

  "Wu Kong Jian Jue", the name he had dreamed of countless times, was the highest and most profound skill created by his sect's founder! Among the countless ultimate skills in the world, it ranked sixth in terms of power, with no equal to match its might!

  Reappear the style of the ancestors...

  His brother's words were like thunder on the ninth heaven, echoing in his ears again and again, as if all the blood in his body was burning. He seemed to see himself standing in the clouds, proudly looking down on the world!

  With a strong restraint of his inner excitement, he accepted the crystal stone and bowed solemnly: "Younger brother must exert all his strength!"

  Wu Kong Tang, Pei Yu Ran and Xin Yan were drinking tea together. Since the last time they slew demons at Ling Tian, they had some leisure time and often gathered to taste tea and chat.

  "What a pity that Third Brother is not here, or else the three of us would have been together again." Pei Yuanran smiled and said: "I reckon he's busy with something during this period of time."

  Xin Yan drank tea in his own way, completely different from others. He didn't have the slightest hint of leisureliness, but as long as Pei Yuan Ruo filled his cup for him, he would raise it and drink it all in one gulp, neat and efficient. Later on, he simply poured himself a cup and drank it by himself, one cup at a time.

  "With your way of drinking, it's really a waste of my good tea." Pei Yuanran showed a look of heartache.

  Xin Yan didn't even glance at him, without pausing for a moment, and said: "What did Tiansongzi say?"

  Pei Yuuran's expression turned serious: "Not without reason, Third Brother has been complaining about the skyrocketing prices in Linggu Valley recently, there seems to be some clues. What do you think?"

  Xin Yan stopped for the first time and nodded: "I think it's true."

  "Why?"

  "It's getting harder to hunt demons." Xīn Yán said: "In the market, the number of demon beasts' internal elixirs is decreasing, and the price has risen several times."

  "I had forgotten, you're still refining equipment." Pei Yuanyan nodded in agreement: "Indeed, the number of people willing to hunt demons is getting smaller and smaller. Even those major sects have shifted their focus to searching for new realms."

  Between the two, their words were filled with worry. Since the Three Thousand Years, the cultivators had suffered a great defeat at the hands of the demons, and the remaining powerful demons used their own flesh and blood as bait, taking the Seven Realms as the axis, and the Forty-Nine Small Realms as a screen, to cast the All Heaven Blood Domain. The All Heaven Blood Domain was lacking in spiritual energy, extremely unfavorable for cultivators, but the demons were unaffected, which also made the All Heaven Blood Domain the most trusted defensive zone of the demons.

  But for three thousand years, cultivators' attacks on the Blood Heaven Domain have never stopped, and the Blood Heaven Domain has become a fixed battlefield, where countless cultivators have made their names.

  Many things on the body of the demon are rare materials for practitioners, and they are all very useful for refining instruments, alchemy, and cooking. The more powerful the demon, the higher its value, so many people rush to hunt demons, and this activity also has a special name: Demon Hunting.

  However, for a long time recently, the number of demon-hunting cultivators has been decreasing. The constant emergence of powerful demons has caused heavy casualties among demon-hunting cultivators. With high risks and diminishing returns, the number of participating demon-hunting cultivators has sharply declined.

  In recent years, the scope of the cultivators' activities has been retreating step by step in the world of Tianxue. The demons have also launched attacks on the cultivators from time to time. All signs indicate that the demons have recovered their vitality.

  All far-sighted cultivators are filled with worry.

  If the demons were to squeeze the cultivators out of the Blood Sky Realm, it would mean that they could launch an attack on the cultivators at any time!

  There is no room for negotiation between the cultivators and the demon. Three thousand years ago, the cultivators almost exterminated the demons, until today, they have just recovered, and the hatred between them is like a sea.

  If another war like the one three thousand years ago were to happen again, no cultivator would be able to stand alone.

  "He wants to host a Floating Swordsmanship Convention? Why would Tiansongzi mention Zuo Mo's name?" Xing Yan asked: "He is just a spirit plant husband."

  Tian Songzi's letter to Pei Yuanran mentioned that he planned to hold a trial sword meeting, and also specifically mentioned the names of Wei Sheng and Zuo Mo.

  "I don't know." Pei Yuanyan sighed with a bitter smile: "I guess it's because the recent Golden Crow Pill incident was too big, and it caught Tian Songzi's attention. By the way, what do you think of Yu Bai, that young man?"

  "Not bad, better than Luo Li."

  "What about Bie Weisheng?"

  "It's hard to say."

  "It seems that the Tian Songzi lineage also has a successor. Pei Yuanyan said leisurely: 'The disciples of Zuo Meitian are not bad either. If the Dongfu Swordsmanship Competition is really held, it will be interesting.'"

  Xin Yan didn't say a word and started sipping his tea cup by cup. After a while, he raised his head: "You promised?"

  "No rush, we have to wait for Wei Sheng to come out of the Sword Cave anyway, and besides, the Gate Exam is about to start soon." Pei Yuanyan smiled and said: "Have you heard about Luo Li and Zuo Mo's matter?"

  "Victory is not martial." Xinyin spat out four words.

  "Haha, that's true." Pei Yu ran laughed loudly and after a while said: "Luo Li has a good talent, but unfortunately his personality is slightly worse. If he could be like Wei Sheng..."

  Xin Yan rolled his eyes: "Don't be too greedy."

  "Haha......" Pei Yu Ran burst into another fit of loud laughter.