102: Chapter 102 The one who leaked the pill formula, Zhao Mo of Tianfeng Valley

[You have completed the fertilization of the spirit field, Experience +30.]

Strangely enough, there was only one spirit seed in this half-acre fourth-grade spirit field. Aside from the cluster of sentimental flowers that bloomed last time, not even a blade of grass would grow.

This left Zhao Mo with nowhere to harvest experience points.

Only fertilization was still useful, granting him thirty experience points.

“I've decided. Once Ding Xin breaks through to the Nascent Soul Stage, I'll head out to collect Five Elements Demonic Creatures.”

Zhao Mo still had four spirit seeds in his hand; planting four more acres of fourth-grade spirit field shouldn't be a problem.

The most critical issue was that he didn't know how many Five Elements Demonic Creatures he needed to prepare to transform all thirty-six acres of third-grade spirit fields into fourth-grade spirit fields.

Now that Ding Xin had just caused trouble, it really wasn't suitable to be so high-profile.

...

Liu Clan Apothecary.

Since Liu Yaozhen suffered the Five Declines of Heaven and Man, the successor was Liu Yaofeng, who was at the Nascent Soul Sixth Layer.

Although his Alchemy skills weren't great, his cultivation was higher than Liu Yaozhen's, so the Liu Clan Apothecary hadn't faced any major accidents under his leadership in recent years.

Liu Yaofeng originally thought things would continue to develop this way, but now the sky had fallen.

At this moment, Medicinal Pill formulas were everywhere in the Xuan Sect.

He naturally had a copy in his hand as well.

Looking at one of the Medicinal Pill formulas, he couldn't believe his eyes.

“This is the Jade Ethereal Pill, Eighteenth Uncle's exclusive medicine. There's actually a formula for it too.”

“And it's recorded in such detail.”

“Who on earth is it?”

“Who wants to destroy the Foundation of my Liu Clan?”

“Sect Master, is it you?”

“After all, your surname is also Liu. Why are you so heartless toward our Liu Clan?”

“Do you truly intend to drive us to extinction?”

Grief filled Liu Yaofeng's heart, and he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

If even Liu Yaofeng, a Nascent Soul True Lord, was like this, let alone the ordinary Liu Clan Disciples.

Every one of them looked as if they had lost their parents, appearing utterly lifeless with an air of Death Qi.

Heavenly Pillar Mountain.

The originally majestic Heavenly Pillar Mountain now had a somewhat eerie feeling to it.

If there were any experts at the Soul Transformation stage or above, they would discover that Heavenly Pillar Mountain was covered with kneeling Yin Spirits.

“I have said it.”

“I did not do this.”

“Are you people never going to end this?”

“Sect Master.”

“Our Liu Clan may have wronged you in some ways, but you also bear the surname Liu. Why must you sever the roots of the Liu Clan?”

“If it wasn't the Sect Master, who else in the entire Xuan Sect would have such detailed Pill Formulas?”

These Yin Spirits were all elders of the Sect Master of the Xuan Sect. Only they could question a Half-step True Immortal like this, and only they dared to coerce the Sect Master of a sect.

“I've said it, he is someone you cannot afford to provoke.”

“There really is someone?”

“That's impossible. Who exactly is it?”

“Tianfeng Valley, True Lord Mo, Zhao Mo.”

On Heavenly Pillar Mountain, clouds and mist swirled.

The Sect Master had told a blatant lie.

Only after the Liu Clan Yin Spirits had all withdrawn did he let out a long sigh.

“Was I wrong?”

“No, I was not wrong.”

“The ones who are wrong are these people, so the ones who die are also these people.”

“Zhao Mo, I hope you won't be like me. Don't let me down.”

“If you want to win the heart of the beauty, how could it be that easy?”

“What do you think? Old partner.”

Soul Transformation Hall.

The Liu Clan Yin Spirits who returned from Heavenly Pillar Mountain were all silent.

The current Tianfeng Valley had long since become a Forbidden Ground to them.

Viewing Tianfeng Valley or Zhao Mo from the Divine Path world, he was like a mobile Karma Divine Artifact.

Now, let alone killing Zhao Mo, even approaching him with malice was difficult.

“Go investigate. Dig up his entire life history. Find out what he was doing every hour of every day.”

“I want to see exactly how he obtained this monstrous amount of Karma.”

After a long silence, one Yin Spirit finally spoke up.

“Should we have the Liu Clan Nascent Soul True Lords take action?”

“Count on those trash?”

“Forget it. They haven't produced a single Soul Transformation expert in three thousand years. What could they possibly achieve?”

“If they had worked even a little harder, a monster like Zhao Mo wouldn't have appeared.”

“If the Liu Clan of the living world cannot kill him, can we ask others?”

There were quite a few Soul Transformation experts with different surnames in the Xuan Sect.

If they were willing to pay the price, they could probably trick some Soul Transformation experts into moving against Zhao Mo.

After those words, there was another long silence. When had the Liu Clan declined to such a degree?

To actually have to rely on outsiders for help?

“Mention this no more. Disperse.”

The auras of the various Yin Spirits vanished from within the Soul Transformation Hall.

Outside the Soul Transformation Hall, several strands of Divine Sense were conversing.

“You see that, don't you?”

“Even though they have become Yin Spirits with no worries about their lifespan, they still cannot let go of the wealth and glory of the living world.”

“Hmph, such insatiable people. I think it would be better if they completely perished.”

“Heh, just think about it.”

“If the Liu Clan Ancestor breaks through, we'll all be finished.”

“If the Sect Master breaks through, the Liu Clan won't perish either. In short, they are already in an invincible position.”

“All we can do is focus on the present.”

“From now on, we shall take turns watching over True Lord Mo. Just make sure he doesn't lose his life.”

Another voice said, “With that body full of Karma, I doubt anyone would dare to lay a hand on him.”

...

“Come, Junior Brother Zhao, don't be polite today. This old brother has finally broken through to the Nascent Soul Eighth Layer.”

“Such a joyous occasion deserves a great drink!”

Tong Weiping held a wine cup, pulling Zhao Mo along.

Yes, Tong Weiping, who had been in seclusion for several years, had emerged.

His cultivation had successfully broken through to the Nascent Soul Eighth Layer Early Stage as he had wished.

“Speaking of which, I have to thank you, Junior Brother Zhao. You've ensured the Xuan Sect no longer lacks golden marrow fruits, and you've allowed my Jian'er to completely become a Spiritual Artifact, fulfilling my dream. Because of this, I could Cultivate without any distractions.”

“Come, Jian'er, come out and thank your Uncle Zhao.”

A pair of glittering silver scissors flew out from Tong Weiping's body.

A crisp voice echoed in Zhao Mo's mind.

“Thank you, Uncle Zhao.”

Listen to that clear, sweet voice.

Then think about his own rebellious Iron Shovel. Zhao Mo's heart was filled with tears.

Zhao Mo picked up the wine cup from the cloud table and drained it in one gulp.

The silver scissors that had been floating in mid-air slowly flew back into Tong Weiping's body and disappeared.

Zhao Mo felt even more envious.

Raising his wine cup again, he said, “Congratulations, Senior Brother Tong. Cheers~”

As he drank this wine, Zhao Mo's Face-Changing Heart-Swapping Art could no longer be maintained.

He revealed his cultivation at the Nascent Soul Fourth Layer.

“Your cultivation?”

“Nascent Soul Fourth Layer?”

“Good heavens, just how on earth do you Cultivate?”

Tong Weiping, who had been happy about his own Breakthrough to the Nascent Soul Eighth Layer, felt as if he had been struck by a club.

“Are you even a hundred years old?”

Zhao Mo had drunk too much and began counting on his fingers, “Probably not. Twenty-nine years of Qi Refining, nine years of Foundation Establishment, nine years of Golden Core, and five years in Nascent Soul so far. In total...”

“Oh, it's only fifty-two years.”

“Then I shouldn't be a hundred years old this year.”

Zhao Mo said humbly, humble-bragging.

Then he slumped forward, unable to handle the alcohol, and fell fast asleep.

Tong Weiping no longer knew what to say.

Listen to what Zhao Mo just said!

Twenty-nine years of Qi Refining is normal, but what the hell was the rest of it?

Nine years for Foundation Establishment, nine years for Golden Core.

Are you sure you're not joking about these timeframes?

“Junior Brother Zhao, are you perhaps some mighty expert's Reincarnation?”

Tong Weiping looked at Zhao Mo with a complex expression.

Seeing Zhao Mo fast asleep, Tong Weiping felt very helpless.

“What kind of Physique do you have? You're already at the Nascent Soul Fourth Layer, yet you can still get drunk?”