In the stone room, Zuoming's eyes were slightly closed, sitting cross-legged, with a wisp of clockwork fire floating in front of his chest. In the milky white flames, the yin pearl was faintly visible.

  He constantly changed his hand seals, and with each change in his finger movements, a stream of spiritual energy was injected into the flames.

  The key to refining the Yin Fire Bead is not spiritual power, but divine consciousness. His divine consciousness carefully controls the flames. The technique is extremely complex, and Zuo Mo immediately feels overwhelmed, especially since this state needs to be maintained for half an hour. Poor Zuo Mo, he doesn't know that generally speaking, refining the Yin Fire Bead isn't something that a foundation stage cultivator can accomplish.

  No one told him, Pu Yao didn't tell him, and "Yin Huo Zuan Pian" didn't write it.

  If he knew, he would never try.

  Sometimes, the ignorant are fearless. Zuo Mo, who was completely unaware, had never thought about whether his cultivation could refine the yin fire bead or not. He carefully refined the yin fire bead according to the records in the "Yin Fire Bead Chapter".

  One by one, mysterious light symbols were cast into the Zhong Chui fire and drilled into the Yin Zhu. However, neither the Zhong Chui fire nor the Yin Zhu showed any change.

  Time passed bit by bit, and sweat gradually appeared on Zuo Mo's forehead.

  Spirit energy consumption is too fast!

  At this speed, the spiritual power in his body will soon be depleted. Once his own spiritual power can't keep up, the Yin Pearl is bound to be scrapped.

  As soon as he thought of this, the signboard of "High Price Acquisition of Dark Jade" in the East Floating Free Market appeared in Zuo Mo's mind, and even the Golden Dan practitioners were willing to acquire it at a high price. What kind of price would that be? The more he thought about it, the more he felt a heartache, as if countless crystals were waving goodbye to him and flying further away.

  Damn it!

  This thing of Pu Yao is indeed unreliable! What kind of nonsense is this "Yin Fire Pearl Chapter", mistakes all over the place! What's going on now?

  Zuo Mo was both anxious and angry, and unwilling to accept this!

  Although this time my life was not affected, but so many crystal stones and I said goodbye with a wave of my hand, it's no different from cutting flesh with a small knife. If I wasn't in the middle of refining, Zuo Mo would have rushed to argue with Pu Yao right away.

  At this moment, in his sea of consciousness, the lotus demon carelessly raised its head: "Starting to refine so soon? Young man, you're really full of energy!" After speaking, it closed its eyes again, calmly listening to his sound.

  If Zuo Mo had heard this sentence, he would have probably vomited three liters of blood on the spot. Poor him, still unable to grasp the situation, the only thing he could confirm was that he absolutely hadn't missed a single word.

  The current situation is completely different from the description in "Yin Huo Zhu Pian". According to the description, he should have at least persisted for half a time unit, but his spiritual power has almost been exhausted. Is it that his cultivation is not enough? Zuo Mo finally thought of the problem, but by this time, enlightenment had come too late.

  He couldn't bear to waste this yin bead, gritted his teeth and persisted, holding on for as long as he could. He couldn't just watch it go to waste. Suddenly, he thought of when he was refining the dan, using his spiritual sense to observe, so he split off a part of his spiritual sense, carefully and stingily controlling the spiritual energy within his body.

  The consumption of spiritual energy suddenly decreased, but it's still unsustainable at this rate!

  Zuo Mo gritted his teeth again, and split out a thread of consciousness to carefully control a small stream of spiritual energy. In order to avoid conflicting with the constantly changing finger techniques in both hands, this small stream of spiritual energy was guided by Zuo Mo to the Yongquan point on the soles of his feet. Without this thread of consciousness, Zuo Mo wouldn't have had the energy to control this small stream of spiritual energy. Just the non-stop finger techniques alone were enough to make him spit blood. But with a thread of consciousness split out, Zuo Mo was now using his mind in three ways at once.

  That feeling of his brain being split into three pieces was extremely unbearable, and in just a moment, Zuomo felt a dull ache.

  This is a fairly familiar feeling!

  At first, the sword intent of Xin Yan's Shibo injured his spiritual consciousness, and it was this kind of feeling. It was also that time when he fell into Pu Yao's "Fetal Breath Refining Spirit" trap.

  But for the Crystal! For the Yin Pearl!

  Hang in there!

  With all his might, he controlled this small stream of spiritual energy to start rotating around the surging spring point, constantly accelerating the speed of the spiritual energy circulation. The rotation speed of this spiritual energy became faster and faster, and gradually it was like a small whirlpool, with an suction force seeming to come from the sole of the foot, and the surrounding spiritual energy began to slowly surge towards this small whirlpool.

  This was a method that Zuo Mo had never tried before, but for the sake of the crystal stone, he couldn't care about that anymore. To say it, this idea was still learned from the "Seven Whirlpools" move in the "Water Separation Sword Classic". If he absorbed spiritual energy at his usual speed, he would definitely be out of luck. In desperation, Zuo Mo thought of this adventurous method.

  The spiritual energy in the sole of the foot is accelerating continuously, and spiritual energy is being absorbed gradually.

  After being absorbed, the spiritual energy quickly joins the small whirlpool, and the whirlpool begins to grow bigger and faster. The surrounding spiritual energy is like a general, rushing towards the heel of Mo's foot in large quantities.

  Hiss!

  Zuo Mo's mouth sucked in a breath of cold air, the floating clock fire on his chest quivered violently, almost dispersing.

  He only felt that the sole of his foot was like being drilled by a drill bit, and the Yongquan hole, although it is one of the major acupoints on the human body, had never been used by Mo to absorb spiritual energy before, but now suddenly so much came in at once, it wouldn't be strange if it didn't hurt!

  But for the crystal, brother endure!

  Zuo Mo was filled with grief and indignation as he continued to urge on his spiritual energy, accelerating the speed of his absorption of spiritual energy. The spiritual energy in the air, once absorbed into the body, needed to undergo a process of refinement and purification before it could be converted into cultivation. The more refined one's spiritual energy was, the greater its power would be, and the easier it would be to control; it wouldn't affect his temperament either. But at this moment, Zuo Mo couldn't care about all that - unrefined spiritual energy was still spiritual energy, at least it could alleviate his current predicament a bit. At this time, he was like a man who had abstained from sex for ten years and was extremely hungry; as long as there was even a little spiritual energy, he would pounce on it like a wolf.

  With new spiritual power replenished, Zuo Mo finally let out a sigh of relief.

  The quality of the refined Yīn Huǒ Pearl is no longer something that Left Mo needs to consider, being able to complete it is already a blessing from heaven.

  His life has always been so miserable! Zuo Mo's heart was filled with indignation and frustration, he had almost lost his life after taking a few mouthfuls of the Clock Fire. Refining the Yin Fire Bead also made him suffer greatly, the piercing pain from the soles of his feet, the faint splitting pain that seemed to split his consciousness into three, the chaotic and unclean spiritual energy coursing through his meridians like tearing pain...

  Why are there often tears in my eyes, because I love that crystal deeply...

  It still hurts!

  Zuo Mo was surprised that he still had the mood to mock himself, but soon he didn't have the mood. The unrefined spiritual power was too difficult to control, and the spells that he could easily complete before were now extremely difficult. His body was in a delicate balance, and if he wasn't careful, the balance would be broken and all his previous efforts would be wasted.

  So he endured the pain and held back his tears, carefully maintaining the balance within his body.

  In the stone chamber, Zuomo was like a whirlpool, with the surrounding spiritual energy rushing towards him frantically.

  As the spiritual energy entered his body, the flames in front of him suddenly surged violently.

  Zuo Mo's entire body of clothes fluttered without wind, rustling loudly. The sweat on his forehead never stopped. The thick spiritual energy in the stone room couldn't withstand Zuo Mo's frantic absorption, and it was swept away in an instant, leaving only a strand of spiritual energy flowing straight into the sole of Zuo Mo's foot.

  The poor sole is now a deep red, like it's been branded with a hot iron. If you look closely, you'll see that the leg, which was originally as steady as a rock, is now twitching and convulsing like someone having an epileptic seizure.

  When the last move was struck into the Zhong Chui Huo, Zuo Mo could no longer hold on and fell backwards with a loud thud.

  He was so tired that he didn't even want to move his fingers, and his whole body was like a frog that had just been struck by numbness, with his hands and feet involuntarily making some strange twitching movements.

  Ouch!

  As soon as he lay down, he let out a mournful howl. The pain of his meridians being torn apart, the damage to his divine consciousness, and that dull ache that seemed to be everywhere, not to mention the heart-piercing pain in the soles of his feet, all served to remind him just how precarious his situation was.

  After wailing for a while, Zuo Mo struggled to get up and almost rolled over to pick up that dark fire bead.

  The grayish shadow beads are now like transparent glass, with a few white threads mixed inside, just like a wisp of white cloud floating in the sky.

  So beautiful!

  Zuo Mo's eyes were intoxicated, his love for the bead was hard to relinquish. He felt that the suffering he had endured earlier was all worth it. As for the power of this Dark Fire Bead, he didn't know how great it was either. But seeing such a beautiful bead and thinking about how difficult it was to refine, how could he bear to use it to test its power?

  Take good care of it like a treasure.

  He struggled to get up, and suddenly let out a pained cry. His right foot had swollen to the size of a steamed bun at some point, and even light touches felt like needle pricks.

  It's indeed true that humans die for wealth and birds perish for food!

  Zuo Mo sighed as he hopped out of the stone room with an odd gait, one leg at a time.

  He paid a heavy price for this yin fire bead. The damage to his divine consciousness was relatively easy to deal with, as the "Fetal Breath Refining Spirit" technique specialized in treating injuries to the divine consciousness. What was more serious was the injury to his meridians, and he had no choice but to run to the Xuanfang Courtyard to ask Xu Qing for a few pellets of medicine, which he slowly nursed back to health with. Fortunately, injuries to the meridians were not uncommon among cultivators, so the sect did not lack such medicinal pellets.

  Xu Qing was shocked to see Zuo Mo in such a sorry state.

  Zuo Mo's reputation has spread far and wide, and the name of the Undead Scourge is still quite loud in these parts of Mount Wu Xue. The Ling Ying Sect's group of young masters haven't come to cause trouble for many days now. Who could have beaten Zuo Mo so badly?

  However, she didn't dare to ask, and hastily took out five top-grade elixirs, handing them over to Zuo Mo. Seeing Zuo Mo take the elixirs and turn around, she hesitated for a moment before weakly adding: "Senior brother, each of these elixirs is worth one third-grade crystal stone, so that's a total of five third-grade crystal stones."

  With a flick of his left sleeve, the lone Golden Rooster almost fell over, luckily he steadied himself. Moreover, from head to toe, not a single crystal stone was left on him, so he could only wave his hand and say: "Charge up!"

  A single crystal stone has defeated the heroic Han!

  "Oh." Xu Qing nodded, then reminded Zuo Mo: "Shixiong, in ten days, it will be the deadline for settlement. Shixiong don't forget! Shixiong currently owes me, let me see..." After finishing speaking, she took out a small notebook, flipped through two pages, and read aloud: "The cost of the materials for shixiong's dan-making from last time has not been settled yet, plus today's, the total is thirty third-grade crystal stones!"

  Zuo Mo only felt a darkness in front of his eyes...