"There are three cultivators of the Condensing Pulse stage visiting." Li Yingfeng's words also stunned Zuo Mo.

  Three cultivators of the Condensing Pulse stage...

  From the start of this business, there have been no Condensed Pulse Cultivators coming to his door. Like last time, when he needed to cut a Cold Iron helmet for a customer, it should have been a Condensed Pulse Cultivator. When a Condensed Pulse Cultivator comes to his door, Zuo Mo is both delighted and resentful. He delights in the fact that they can offer higher rewards than ordinary customers, but resents the fact that the things they need him to refine are always extremely difficult. High difficulty means high risk, and if he fails, those materials are not something he can afford to compensate for. As for trying to cheat them, it's not even worth thinking about - their strength far surpasses his own. If a conflict were to arise, the unlucky one would be himself.

  Now suddenly three people have come!

  "Hmph, a foundation-building period guy dares to put on airs in front of us! You're asking for trouble, I'll burn this place down with one move!"

  "Third brother, don't talk nonsense!"

  The voices from outside the door were very clear, and it was obvious that the three of them had already begun to show some dissatisfaction. Zuo Mo's head began to ache, so he raised his voice and said: "Please come in, all three of you!"

  Three men walked in. The first was a man in red robes, with the stride of a dragon and the step of a tiger, exuding an aura of authority. To his left was a man with an eagle nose, looking gloomy and not easy to talk to. On the right side of the man in red robes was a burly man with a face full of flesh, shaped like a mountain of meat, who looked around as soon as he entered.

  The red-robed man at the front smiled and nodded his head slightly towards Zuo Mo.

  "I've met three seniors!" Zuo Mo didn't dare to be presumptuous, stood up and bowed his hands in respect. The generations of cultivators are very complicated and difficult to clarify, so generally everyone takes their cultivation realm as the standard. Zuo Mo's cultivation realm was one stage lower than the other party's, naturally making him a junior.

  The three of them seemed quite satisfied with Zuo Mo's attitude, and even the eagle-nosed man's gloomy face appeared to have improved somewhat.

  "The left master is polite." The red-robed man smiled and said, "I came to visit with a purpose. I took out a black lotus seed as black as ink: "This four-product black lotus seed has an outer skin that is extremely tough and can't be damaged by flying swords. This time, I'm here to ask Master Left to refine its outer skin. We've also heard of Master Left's rules. The jade slip contains a set of 'Tian Huan Yue Ming Arrays', which is a fine product among the four-product arrays, with many subtle places. It's said that Master Left loves arrays, so this set of 'Tian Huan Yue Ming Arrays' will be used as compensation."

  "But let me tell you something ugly first, if you mess it up, I won't forgive you!" The burly man with a fleshy face said in a deep voice.

  "Third brother, don't spout nonsense!" The red-robed man rebuked, then turned his face to Zuo Mo and said: "Master Zuo, don't listen to his nonsense, just focus on cultivating peacefully."

  Looking at the three of them, Left Mo's back had already been soaked with sweat. The strength of these three was extraordinary, and even if there was only one, Left Mo wouldn't be a match for him. With all three together, he didn't even have the chance to run away. From being an outer door disciple to his current position, he was extremely skilled at observing facial expressions and body language. At first glance, these three were not good people. Although the red-robed man spoke with a smile, if he really ruined Mo Lian's cultivation, he would definitely not have a good ending for himself.

  On the left, Mo's divine consciousness surpassed that of ordinary people. The three people around him were surrounded by a faint aura of blood evil, although it was not as terrifying as the blood evil he had seen in the Sword Cave, but it still emitted an extremely faint and ominous atmosphere. Although the three people did not know how to conceal this aura of blood evil, how could they hide it from Mo's divine consciousness?

  This business is hard to take on! That was Lemo's first reaction.

  He shook his head: "I'm really sorry, causing three seniors to make a trip in vain. I am only at the foundation-building stage of cultivation, and my fire seed is only second-rate, four-product ink lotus seeds, and I am not capable enough!" His words were sincere, and he was not afraid of the three checking his cultivation and fire seed, so he spoke very calmly.

  The man in the red robe smiled silently, while the eagle-nosed man beside him spoke ominously: "Four-product cold magnetic iron can be refined, but how about four-product ink lotus seeds that cannot be refined?"

  A burly man with a thick beard and copper bell-like eyes glared at him, saying rudely: "I'm telling you, you're going to refine it today whether you like it or not! Otherwise, I'll tear down this broken shop of yours!"

  The man in the red robe chuckled and handed the jade slip to Zuo Mo, "Master Zuo, don't decline just yet. Why not take a look at the symbol array inside this jade slip first?" After finishing speaking, he raised his head and glanced at Li Yingfeng behind Zuo Mo, saying warmly, "Miss, it's better if you put down the transmission talisman in your sleeve. Let's not make things unpleasant for everyone."

  Zuo Mo's face turned dark, these three people had only spoken a few words, but they used all sorts of tactics to attack his heart. He was immediately unable to defend himself. Signaling Li Yingfeng not to be impulsive, he forced himself to say: "The information from the three seniors may be incorrect, I have indeed taken on a business involving fourth-grade cold magnetic iron, but it was only cutting, not refining."

  The man in red robes looked slightly displeased and said, "Is this how you treat me, Left Martial Uncle?"

  Zuo Mo suddenly felt his whole body stiffen, as if he was being restrained by something, unable to move. Li Yingfeng's face was pale and expressionless, staring at the three of them in shock.

  "Alright! I'll take it!" Zuo Mo gritted his teeth and forced himself to say.

  "Heh heh, Left Shifu is a clever person. Don't worry, as long as you can successfully refine it, this jade slip, the three of us will not let Left Shifu suffer a loss." The red-robed man laughed heartily, as if nothing had happened.

  Zuo Mo's body relaxed, looking at the red-robed man, he felt a chill in his heart. This person seemed gentle, but was actually ruthless, if he didn't successfully refine it today, the consequences would be severe. Wu Kong Mountain was far away, if something really happened, even Master Uncle from the sect wouldn't be able to rescue him in time.

  He didn't go to pick up Yu Jian, but instead picked up Mo Lianzi first. As for Yu Jian, he no longer cared about it; being able to save his life this time was already a great fortune.

  The man in red robes showed a hint of appreciation, and the three retreated to one side, while the eagle-nosed man glanced at Li Yingfeng with an air of warning.

  Zuo Mo didn't waste words and began carefully examining the ink lotus seed.

  The ink lotus seed is the fruit of the ink lotus flower after it has borne fruit. The ink lotus flower is a very rare kind of spiritual grass that grows in extremely evil places, such as treacherous swamps. Due to years of absorbing various toxins, its leaves are white and rotten, while the flowers are black like ink. Among them, the most precious one is the ink lotus seed that has been formed.

  The various toxins absorbed by the ink flower are gathered and merged in its body, forming a new highly toxic substance. When the ink lotus bears seeds, all the highly toxic substances in its body are gathered in the small ink lotus seeds. The ink lotus seeds fall into the rotten mud, sprout again, grow into new ink flowers, absorb the surrounding miasma toxins, and form new ink lotus seeds. With each cycle of growth, the resulting ink lotus seeds increase by one grade.

  This lotus seed in front of me is a four-product, which means it has gone through at least four cycles of growth, extremely rare. And the toxicity inside the lotus seed must be to what extent surprising!

  He held the ink lotus in his hand, and his mouth was a little dry. This was his first time refining such a highly toxic spiritual herb, and it would be a lie to say he wasn't nervous. The outer skin of the ink lotus was extremely hard, which was also why this layer of flying sword was difficult to damage, and the toxicity inside had not leaked out at all. Otherwise, Zuo Mo's fingers would quickly rot and die, and the toxicity would spread rapidly, turning him into a pile of dry bones in a short time.

  Even Sanpin's antidote pill couldn't stop Mokuren's deadly poison, let alone Zuomo's second-rate antidote pill.

  Li Yingfeng usually managed the store, and she had naturally heard of Mo Lian's notorious reputation. Her face turned pale, and she looked at Zuo Mo with a tense expression. She relaxed her grip on the transmission talisman in her sleeve, while the hawk-nosed man opposite her stared at her with an unhidden fierce glint in his eyes. If she showed even a hint of resistance, these people would probably take action immediately.

  I don't know where this thug came from! He actually dares to be so arrogant and unscrupulous in Dongfu!

  Li Yingfeng gently bit her lip, looking at Zuo Mo with a worried expression. The difficulty of refining the Black Lotus was far beyond Zuo Mo's abilities. Last time, he had already struggled to cut the fourth-grade Cold Ice Iron. Refining was even more difficult than cutting, and this was an extremely toxic substance. If he wasn't careful, he would be invaded by the poison and die. She noticed her brother's back was soaked with sweat, and her heart rose to her throat.

  It would be great if Master was here...

  She was extremely anxious in her heart. If the master rushed over, with his Jindan period cultivation, he would be more than enough to deal with three condensed pulse cultivators!

  Zuo Mo also had the same idea as Li Yingfeng, but after dragging it out for a while, he noticed the sinister gaze of the burly man and knew that he couldn't drag it out any longer.

  With a flick of his hand, Zhong Sun Huo quickly wrapped himself around Mo Lian Zi. The hostility in the eyes of the three people gradually dissipated, and they stared at Zuo Mo with some tension, their feet unconsciously moving towards the entrance of the store.

  Zuo Mo didn't know that they were afraid of the toxicity of the ink lotus, the four of them knew how severe the toxicity was. Even if three people reached the Cong Mai stage, they wouldn't be able to withstand it if they came into contact with it. Zuo Mo also wanted to throw away the ink lotus in his hand as far as possible, but unfortunately, the situation was stronger than humans.

  If I hadn't refined this ink lotus seed today, I'm afraid...

  A milky white flame enveloped the jet-black ink lotus, as if a black core had been added to the white flame, looking quite eerie.

  Don't think about it, just go for it, get rid of all distractions, no turning back, whether you succeed or fail is beside the point.

  All of his divine consciousness was mobilized by him, and the other empty hand took out five three-product crystal stones and laid down a symbol array under his body.

  The burly Han man took a glance at the red-robed man, who waved his hand. He recognized this symbol array as one that merely supplemented the cultivator's spiritual energy. Watching Left Mo Ru's cautious and skilled movements, he couldn't help but reveal a hint of anticipation.

  Quickly set up the Five Elements Supplementing Spirit Array, put the left Mo back in your left hand, place it flat on your knees, relax your whole body, but keep your eyes fixed on the clock without blinking.

  A milky white flame, emitting an overbearing chill, enveloped a jet-black ink lotus seed, dancing eerily.

  The sweat on his back had dried, and after Luo Mo entered a state of focus, he wasn't tense anymore. In his mind, there was only one thought: how to refine this fourth-grade ink lotus seed?

  He made his decision quickly, as he didn't have many options.

  The only way he can think of now

  He barely managed to touch the edge of the four-turn fire array!

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  Make up for yesterday.