Zuo Mo's verbal abuse was like a raging storm, leaving Pu Yao completely stunned.

  "Not trash......" The confused Puyao wanted to explain.

  "What's not rotten?" Zuo Mo stared with wide eyes.

  Feeling himself being overpowered by the aura of the left, Pu Yao suddenly became somewhat irritated. He narrowed his right eye, revealing a red color like a narrow and long blood knife, and said in a cold voice: "Hmph, what do you want to say?"

  Zuo Mo didn't dare to look at him, and when he touched the icy and eerie gaze of Pu Yao, he immediately shrank back: "I... my meaning is... you want to give me... something with no side effects..."

  "I am a demon." Pu Yao said calmly: "I understand the path I'm taking is different from yours, cultivators. There are some side effects, it's normal."

  Pu You's meaning is very clear, there are side effects that can't be blamed on him, and it's obvious that the things given in the future will still have side effects.

  Once Pú Yāo decided not to be reasonable, Zuǒ Mò was at a loss. The two sides had vastly different strengths, and naturally, their right to speak was not equal.

  Zuo Mo had no choice but to remain silent.

  The gaze of the Pú Yāo grew increasingly sinister, and Zuǒ Mò steeled himself, knowing that if he retreated every time, his right to speak would only dwindle further, and his fate would become increasingly bleak. Rights are won through struggle, and even if it means taking a certain risk, it is an unavoidable necessity.

  Facing Lao Mo's stubborn silence, Pu Yao also started to feel a headache.

  If you want a horse to run, you have to feed it grass. It's hard to cheat this guy who only has crystals in his eyes and is getting more and more cunning, like before.

  At your own pace...

  At the mere thought of this, Pu Yao's mood became extremely irritable. Looking at the guy in front of him who was causing trouble for himself, he really wanted to directly blast Zuo Mo into pulp. However, he still forcibly restrained his impulse, his temper was bad, but he wasn't stupid.

  "The demonic heart method, humans will have problems when cultivating it, which is not surprising." The fierce light in Pu Yao's eyes gradually faded away, and his tone also returned to its usual calmness: "However, I have some cultivators' methods on hand, from now on all rewards will be exchanged for these techniques, if there are any side effects, don't blame me."

  Zuo Mo was overjoyed in his heart, but he still corrected himself: "It's a transaction!" Transactions and rewards are two completely different things. A transaction is one's reasonable gain, but if it were a reward, that would be a different story altogether.

  "Whatever." The púyāo's face was nonchalant, but in his heart, he was secretly worried. Zuǒ Mò was becoming increasingly difficult to deal with.

  "However, you need to speed up!" The Pao You's tone became quite dissatisfied: "You're earning crystal stones too slowly, I need more crystal stones!"

  "I'm just a foundation-building cultivator." Zu Mo couldn't help but stress this fact.

  Pu Yao was choked by Zuo Mo's words, he knew that Zuo Mo had always been resentful about his own cultivation not being able to advance. Moreover, what Zuo Mo said was also the truth, among the foundation building cultivators, there were only a few who could earn more crystal stones than him.

  This guy who is enthusiastic about making crystal stones, but has a very stubborn personality, Pu Yao didn't have any good way to deal with him. If it were someone else, to be honest, Pu Yao didn't think he would do better than Zuo Mo, this guy was born to make crystal stones. Pu Yao discovered that Zuo Mo was extremely sensitive to all the factors related to himself, he knew when to strive for something and wouldn't provoke the other party, he knew how to give and take, what a clever guy.

  Even among demons, there aren't many as clever as you.

  The potential that Zuo Mo had been displaying was gradually changing Pu Yao's attitude, he suddenly thought of a certain guy who had picked out Zuo Mo from the very beginning and his mood instantly turned bad, just like he had swallowed a fly.

  He let out a cold snort and vanished into thin air.

  Pu Yao suddenly disappeared, and Mo couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Every time he negotiated with Pu Yao was extremely dangerous. Although Pu Yao was usually quite normal most of the time, his temper was unpredictable, and if he wasn't careful, his own outcome would often be disastrous.

  Fortunately, the result was good this time, and he was quite satisfied.

  However, he doesn't need to worry about earning crystal stones for the time being, as he is penniless. Moreover, there is still the final round of the Swordsmanship Competition in front of him.

  Kunlun Fu Zhen entered the Yu Jian, he was determined to get it. Although there were guarantees from Su, but Zuo Mo still couldn't put his mind at ease. In the final round, there were as many as 100 cultivators competing, but only 10 would be chosen, the cruelty of which could be imagined. Su's strength was indeed profound, and if he just relied on himself to protect himself, it wouldn't be a problem. But if he added another person to protect, that would be difficult to say.

  It's still better to rely on yourself.

  He already had a rough outline of the plan in his mind. The thought of it filled him with excitement and anticipation!

  But for now, he had to suppress the excitement in his heart, put the plan aside and face a more direct problem: treating his injuries.

  Last time he competed with Chong An, he won with weakness over strength, although he ultimately won, but still suffered a not-so-light injury. After the urgent rescue by his master, he was basically cured, and Zuo Mo had decided to slowly recover. Who would have thought that the sect leader suddenly wanted him to participate in the final round of the unrated sword trial, now with the addition of Yu Jian's reason, he couldn't help but face the problem of treating his injury.

  His own cultivation was far lower than that of others. If his body had not fully recovered, even with Suo in attendance to help him, he would definitely not be able to hold on until the end.

  Of course, most importantly, treating the flower doesn't require him to spend his crystal stones...

  Huanfang Courtyard. Shi Fengrong stood in front of the medicine vat with a cold expression. Zuo Mo's entire body was submerged in the medicinal liquid, only his head exposed outside.

  The dark liquid emitted a foul odor, and Zuo Mo was naturally dizzy from the smell: "Master, what's this? Why does it smell so bad?"

  "Don't waste words." Shi Fengrong said irritably, "Concentrate on cultivating your spiritual power." As soon as she saw Zuo Mo, a nameless evil fire flared up in her heart, and no matter how hard she tried to suppress it, she couldn't. Such great talent, yet he didn't like to cultivate sword skills, only liked to earn crystal stones! How did she end up taking on such a greedy and worldly disciple?

  Zuo Mo could hear the thick dissatisfaction in Master's tone and immediately became much more honest.

  He could actually feel the potency of this medicine. The lively and thick medicinal power was like countless small insects burrowing into his body. However, this process wasn't that pleasant, as Zuo Mo only felt like his entire body was being pricked by countless needles.

  When he heard his master ask him to circulate his spiritual energy, he was slightly stunned. Should he circulate the "Fetal Breathing Refining Spirit" or the "Diamond Sutra"? The thought revolved in his mind for a moment before he decided to run the "Diamond Sutra". The origin of the "Fetal Breathing Refining Spirit" was unknown, and it would not be good if his master found out. He was not afraid of the "Diamond Sutra", which was given to him by Master Xinyan. Although the version of the "Diamond Sutra" he was currently cultivating was a tombstone edition, the difference between the two was only five sentences.

  As soon as I ran "Diamond Sutra", I felt a completely different feeling from when I was at peace.

  Innumerable fine medicinal powers, like needles, were attracted by the magnetism and transformed into dozens of thin streams that drilled into various major acupoints on Mo's body, quickly merging with the spiritual energy flowing through his meridians.

  In a short time, Zuo Mo felt his entire body's meridians congested and about to be blocked, and he couldn't help but jump in fright. He had never encountered such a situation before.

  Good boy!

  What kind of medicine is this? Such a strong medicinal power!

  At this moment, Zuo Mo couldn't care about anything else and desperately circulated the "Golden Origin Scripture", using all his strength to spread the excess medicinal power in his meridians throughout his entire body. The medicinal power spread throughout his body, continuously repairing the damaged parts of Zuo Mo's body, just like a heavy rain nourishing the parched earth. Those damaged areas greedily absorbed the medicinal power.

  Outside the medicine bucket, Shi Feng Rong showed a worried expression. The faces of Zuo Mo and the others were all dark golden in color, like gold casting. At some point, Pei Yuan Rang, Xin Yan, and Yan Le also appeared beside her.

  "This kid is really something. Yan Le was shocked: "Refining the body is also so strong? Isn't this already at the level of Golden Armor?"

  Xin Yan coldly snorted: "I simply don't like repairing swords!"

  The faces of several others suddenly turned extremely ugly.

  If Zuo Mo's innate talent was mediocre, not many people would be so dissatisfied. But since his innate talent is actually quite good, whatever he cultivates, he makes rapid progress. Even the "Golden Thread of Words" that was casually given to him, he silently cultivated it to the point where his body was covered in golden armor. Yet, when it comes to cultivating the sword techniques of their sect, he seems to have no interest at all. The many powerful sword techniques within the sect are all available, but this guy only took a glance at them initially and never looked again.

  I'd like to ask how many people can make Pei Yuanran happy?

  "I insisted on letting him participate in the next sword trial, just to let him see the true power of a sword cultivator." Even though Pei Yuanran's internal energy was deep and profound, he was still left gasping for air by Zuo Mo: "I've already instructed Wei Sheng to go all out during the trial. Hmph, let him see what it means to be a sword cultivator, why sword cultivators are the strongest!"

  "Not bad! A disciple of our sect is not even interested in the secrets of our sect. Let alone spreading it out, even if our ancestors knew about it from the underworld, we would all lose face!" Yan Le, who was usually smiling, now had a furious expression.

  "Unbearable!" Xinyin's face was filled with murderous intent.

  Shi Feng Rong, who was originally worried, couldn't help but say with great dissatisfaction: "This guy is uneducated!"

  Zuo Mo's heinous actions have united the entire Void Sword School's upper echelons against him in an unprecedented manner.

  He was so focused on operating the spiritual power that he forgot himself, and he didn't know anything about what was happening outside. All his divine consciousness, all his spiritual power, were mobilized. This time, the medicine cauldron had some unknown spiritual grass thrown in by the master, and the medicinal power was extremely fierce. He felt like he was going to be squeezed to death by these surging medicinal powers!

  The speed at which he dispelled the medicinal effects was far slower than the speed at which they pierced in.

  He gritted his teeth, knowing that as long as he could hold on for a little while longer, the gains this time would be enormous. As someone who was well-versed in alchemy, he was very clear that the medicinal strength contained within the divine medicine was limited and couldn't last forever. As long as he could hold on, he would be able to slowly refine and absorb the medicinal strength into his body at leisure. The medicinal strength entered his body, rapidly transforming into tiny golden lights that merged into his muscles. At this moment, his entire body's muscles were flashing with golden light, those tiny golden lights like fine sand, becoming increasingly dense.

  The speed at which the golden light increased was far inferior to the speed at which the medicinal power increased.

  What made Zuo Mo even more anxious was that the medicinal power didn't show any signs of weakening, and was still as potent and fierce as ever!

  The medicine surged into his body like a raging torrent.

  His meridians were filled to capacity, but the medicinal power continued to surge in uncontrollably, his meridians visibly swelling at an alarming rate.

  What made Zuo Mo even more anxious was that he couldn't stop!

  Surging spiritual power and medicinal power mixed together, like a runaway wild horse, no matter how hard you pull, it can't be stopped!

  Damn it!