108: Chapter 108 Ding Zhenjun

It turned out that when Zhao Mo's Nascent Soul left his body and entered Ding Xin's Dantian, it actually thought Zhao Mo was running away.

It followed and dashed out of the body as well.

As a result, thunder rumbled outside.

"L-Lightning Tribulation?"

Hearing the thunder, the Iron Shovel's handle went soft.

It intended to dive back into Zhao Mo's Dantian, but how could it possibly get back in?

"Brother, I was wrong."

"Young master, master, grandfather, I know I was wrong."

In its panic, the Iron Shovel blurted out all sorts of titles.

But how could Zhao Mo hear it?

He was currently up in the clouds with Ding Xin.

And so, the Iron Shovel met with tragedy.

Being Zhao Mo's Spiritual Artifact, it simply could not leave the range of the Lightning Tribulation.

Without a supply of Zhao Mo's magic power, relying solely on the spiritual light within its body, how could it hold out until the end?

As the Lightning Tribulation continued, the Iron Shovel went from dashing about wildly at the start to becoming quiet.

By the end, it was like a piece of charcoal, just lying there.

The Lightning Tribulation lasted for a full seven days and seven nights.

After the Lightning Tribulation passed, Zhao Mo and Ding Xin still maintained their face-to-face posture.

Beside them was a piece of charcoal, which could barely be recognized as having a shovel shape.

"Congratulations, True Lord Ding."

Zhao Mo said to Ding Xin after his Nascent Soul returned to his body.

"I should also thank you."

Ding Xin's response to Zhao Mo was passionate.

This tribulation looked simple, but only Ding Xin knew the danger involved; if Zhao Mo had even a shred of fear or hesitation in his heart, the Celestial Clan Spiritual Light would not have been born.

Without the protection of the spiritual light, only death would have awaited them both.

Only after a moment did the two separate.

"This is?"

"Is this my Iron Shovel?"

Zhao Mo looked at the piece of charcoal by his feet; the shape was somewhat familiar.

Checking his Dantian again, the Iron Shovel was not inside.

"It's over, the spiritual light was obliterated by the Lightning Tribulation."

Zhao Mo said to Ding Xin while holding the blackened Iron Shovel.

"If it's obliterated, then it's obliterated. Just throw it away and refine another one."

Originally, Ding Xin was quite satisfied with the Iron Shovel, but it had changed after calling that Sister-in-law Cicada. It was an ungrateful thing; it was just as well that it was obliterated.

Just as Zhao Mo was about to throw the Iron Shovel away,

The original 'charcoal' suddenly cracked open.

As the black shell fell off, the Iron Shovel inside was revealed.

"Good heavens, did this thing evolve during the Lightning Tribulation?"

Zhao Mo looked at the shovel's blade; it was sharp and emitting a cold aura.

"Don't throw, don't throw, I can still be used~"

The awakened Iron Shovel had become even more spirited. Hearing that Ding Xin wanted to throw it away, it immediately dove into Zhao Mo's Dantian and hid.

"Congratulations to Immortal Master Ding on becoming a True Lord; from now on, long life is within reach."

Tong Weiping looked at Ding Xin and Zhao Mo; a beautiful woman and a handsome man, they were truly a match made in heaven.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Tong."

"We are brothers, why say such things? However, Junior Brother Zhao, you are being too unfair."

"You went into seclusion for five years. Those Nascent Soul True Lords with fourth-grade spirit fields have nearly flattened my Fengdeng Valley for the sake of the nine breaths fruit. Just tell me, what are you going to do about it?"

"Ah?"

Zhao Mo didn't expect that five years had passed for the nine breaths fruit, and people were actually still thinking about it.

"Sigh, I hate dealing with these kinds of things the most."

Zhao Mo was annoyed, and Ding Xin couldn't step forward either. She had sold so many Pill Formulas; if someone recognized her, it would be impossible to wrap things up.

The two didn't know yet that the Sect Leader had already cleared Ding Xin's name, and now all the blame was placed on Zhao Mo's head.

However, as cultivation Dao Companions, they were essentially one entity; what Ding Xin did wasn't much different from what Zhao Mo did.

"Here are three hundred nine breaths fruits. Senior Brother, you can handle the distribution."

Zhao Mo intended to keep the remaining three hundred for Ding Xin as snacks.

Eating spirit fruit was much better than taking Spirit Pills. Cultivators won't pop Medicinal Pills until they reach a certain stage.

After all, every medicine has some toxicity.

Tong Weiping's composure was broken by Zhao Mo's sudden move.

"Wait, do you know how many Spirit Stones one nine breaths fruit sells for now?"

"How many Spirit Stones can it sell for? You handle it. Don't disturb our private time."

Tong Weiping wanted to say more, but where were Zhao Mo and Ding Xin's figures?

Tianfeng Valley.

After Zhao Mo returned, he didn't stop.

Good lord, a single seclusion had actually lasted five years. His third-grade spirit field had also been neglected for five years. How much Experience Points was that over five years?

Even if he had planted golden marrow fruit, a rough calculation would be over ten thousand experience.

So, without calculating, one wouldn't know, but once calculated, it was a shock. He didn't even know if planting the nine breaths fruit was a loss or a gain.

[You have completed the spirit field clearing, experience +20.]

[You have completed the spirit field plowing, experience +20.]

With a cultivation of Nascent Soul Ninth Layer, Zhao Mo originally wanted to use the Earth-covering Technique, but Ox Martial came over wearing the Ox Collar and biting the Curved Plow.

Zhao Mo couldn't brush off its good intentions.

Furthermore, using an ox to plow the field had become a habit. Having not done it for a few years, Zhao Mo really felt a bit unaccustomed.

It was a bit late to plant golden marrow fruit now, but it could still be salvaged.

Zhao Mo used his fastest hand speed in nearly a hundred years to plant the golden marrow fruit.

[You have completed the spirit field planting, experience +20.]

Looking at the ridged spirit field, he felt comfortable.

"You really are~"

"A strange person. Why does it feel like not farming for a few years of seclusion has made you so anxious?"

"When you first came out of seclusion and looked at me, your expression wasn't even as good as the way you're looking at the spirit field now~"

Zhao Mo felt panic in his heart.

She's coming, she's coming, she's coming again.

His mind was spinning frantically.

"Well, wasn't I worried about you Undergoing Tribulation? How could I have the mind to consider anything else?"

"Besides, after several consecutive years of seclusion, I'm still a bit slow to react."

"Come, come, come, try this nine breaths fruit, it's fresh."

Zhao Mo attempted to change the subject.

"This is the nine breaths fruit?"

Sure enough, Ding Xin became interested in the nine breaths fruit. Zhao Mo's subject change was successful.

"When you were in seclusion, people were always outside asking for nine breaths fruit, scaring Lucky and the others away."

"I thought it was some incredible spirit fruit?"

"It looks quite ordinary."

"Do I just eat it raw?"

Zhao Mo nodded.

Ding Xin picked up the silver-white nine breaths fruit and took a direct bite.

The sweet, sour, and juicy nine breaths fruit perfectly suited her taste buds.

"Mhm, this is delicious."

"If it's good, then eat more. It's home-grown stuff, not worth much money."

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"One thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones per fruit, it's a deal."

"It wasn't easy for True Person Mo to cultivate these nine breaths fruits, wouldn't everyone agree?"

"It's a bit expensive, but these are second-generation fruits. Everyone here grows spirit plants, so you should know the difference between second-generation fruits and third or fourth-generation fruits."

"If you really don't have Spirit Stones, you can wait another six years."

"By then, a large number of third-generation fruits will be on the market, and the price won't be this high."

Tong Weiping sat high upon the clouds. Opposite him were banks of white clouds; it was unknown how many Nascent Soul True Lords had come.

"Give this old man three. I only have three acres of fourth-grade spirit field, and I'll plant them all."

"I assume everyone knows me. I am a thousand years old this year and have been stuck at Nascent Soul Sixth Layer for several centuries. Now that I have these nine breaths fruits, I must struggle for it no matter what."

With someone taking the lead, the rest of the matter was easy to handle.

The three hundred nine breaths fruits were sold out in the blink of an eye.

Tianfeng Valley.

Ding Xin was about to explode.

"What?"

"How many Spirit Stones?"

"Three hundred thousand?"

"One thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones per fruit? For this fruit?"

"Pah, pah, how many did I eat?"

"One, two, three, four... four fruits. That's four thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones?"

Ding Xin was almost in tears. How could she have known this spirit fruit was so expensive?

"Alright, it's just a few spirit fruits. Didn't you see that the spirit fruits on the tree are about to ripen again?"

"This kind of thing is just because it's new, everyone wants it for the novelty. Next year, once that group of Soul Transformation cultivators and Senior Brother Tong's nine breaths fruits are harvested, the price will come down."