11: Chapter 11 Qi Refining Level 6

Inside Zhao Mo's body, True Qi appearing out of thin air continuously joined his original True Qi.

As time passed, the merged True Qi, following the circulation path of the Xuan Sect Five Elements Art, began to surge through the Eight Extraordinary Meridians once more.

Boom.

With every acupoint forced open, Zhao Mo's body would shudder. Fortunately, he had experience this time and wasn't as panicked as before.

After an unknown amount of time, the True Qi in his body began to wane, no longer having the strength to continue the surge. Only then did Zhao Mo stop this Breakthrough.

"Qi Refining Sixth Layer is equivalent to a Second-class expert in the Martial Forest. Injuring people with flying flowers and plucked leaves, or walking on walls and leaping over roofs, is just child's play."

Zhao Mo sighed with emotion; he hadn't expected to see the day he would break through to the Qi Refining Sixth Layer.

As for the remaining journey from the Qi Refining Sixth Layer to the Qi Refining Seventh Layer, it didn't seem that difficult. After all, his current experience points were still at one hundred and thirty.

The Qi Refining Seventh Layer was also known as the Late Stage of Qi Refining. Reaching this Realm meant obtaining the ticket to enter the Foundation Establishment Stage.

Why did the world care so much about Foundation Establishment? Simply because a Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivator has a lifespan of two hundred years.

"Right, there's still one reward I haven't claimed."

[Farmer: Zhao Mo]

[Cultivation: Qi Refining Sixth Layer (Insufficient experience points, cannot upgrade)]

[Experience Points: 130/200]

[Rewards: ox-driving whip, ox tether]

"ox-driving whip? ox tether?"

"What kind of things are these?"

Zhao Mo was dumbfounded.

"Claim reward."

"Boom~"

A whip and an iron ring appeared out of thin air in Zhao Mo's hands. At the same time these two items appeared, a sudden clap of thunder echoed from deep within the sky, its sound shaking the surrounding fields.

"Are you crazy? Why is it thundering on such a clear day? You gave me a fright."

Zhao Mo didn't take the thunder to heart, focusing his attention on the whip in his hand.

"Is this just an ordinary whip?"

Zhao Mo looked at the leather whip, a bit skeptical. Was it really just ordinary oxhide?

Considering the hybrid spirit rice technology, how could a System reward be something ordinary?

Next, Zhao Mo tried inputting True Qi, dripping blood, and even soaking it in water, but there was no reaction.

Not until he held it over a fire and a burnt smell wafted out did Zhao Mo give up. He confirmed that this was truly just an ox-driving whip made of real buffalo hide—afraid of fire but not water.

As for that iron ring, the less said, the better.

...

The Ox Clan was one of the hundred most powerful clans among the Yao Race.

Just a moment ago, a bolt of thunder had suddenly exploded within the Ox Clan's territory.

Every Yao of the Ox Clan, regardless of their cultivation level, was left dazed and dizzy by the blast.

"A warning from the Heavenly Dao."

"How could our clan encounter a warning from the Heavenly Dao?"

"Quickly, go invite the High Priest."

The Ox Clan members roared.

The trembling High Priest of the Ox Clan was helped over by several Ox Yao.

"Clan Chief, this is a warning from the Heavenly Dao. Our Ox Clan's Immortal Scripture has been born."

"Ox Clan Immortal Scripture?"

"Could it be that our Ox Clan still has a Living Immortal in this world?"

The High Priest shook his head.

"In the direction of the Human Race's Xuan Sect."

"Only Saint Niu Wu can resolve this matter."

After saying this, the High Priest closed his eyes to rest, speaking no more.

Hearing the last sentence, the Ox Clan Chief's eyes turned blood-red. He clenched his fists so tightly that veins bulged on his hands.

"You still want to target little Wu?"

"Impossible! Get out!"

The High Priest simply said softly, "The rise and fall of the Ox Clan lies in a single thought of the Clan Chief." After speaking, he turned and left.

The Ox Clan Chief sat blankly on his massive throne, silent, lost in thought.

...

Xuan Sect, Xiao Ji Village.

Zhao Mo looked at the item before him, his expression odd.

A pink pouch.

"What's this?"

"What do you mean by this?"

"I'm not gay."

Although Ding Xin didn't understand what "gay" meant, he guessed it wasn't anything good.

"Are you sure you don't want it?"

"Really don't want it?"

Seeing Ding Xin's expression, Zhao Mo felt suspicious.

"Could it be something good?"

A pouch?

Could it be?

Zhao Mo picked it up and channeled a wisp of True Qi into it.

Immediately, a space of about thirty square meters appeared in his mind.

"A Storage Pouch?"

Inside the space were ten cloth bags. Zhao Mo knew at a glance that those were the bags Ding Xin used to pack spirit rice.

With a thought.

A bag of spirit rice appeared in front of Zhao Mo.

"What are you doing?"

Ding Xin said sheepishly, "Didn't I use your pig manure? I had a bumper harvest this year."

"Knowing that your spirit rice is all sold out, I'm here to pay the field rent."

"Hehe, we're brothers. A little bit of spirit rice is nothing."

"As for this Storage Pouch?"

"I saw it was quite inconvenient for you, so I specifically asked my sister for one."

"If you don't want it, give it back to me—"

Zhao Mo: "I want it! Of course I want it. Storage Pouches are so convenient."

"You don't mind the color?"

Zhao Mo tucked the Storage Pouch into his chest pocket.

"I don't mind. This way, no one will see it."

The two of them joked and laughed. Ding Xin didn't mention the hybrid spirit rice, and Zhao Mo didn't either, but they both understood. Relationships between people are just that strange.

"Zhao Mo,Come out quickly."

Speak of the devil; Ding Xin was just mentioning the field rent, and Steward Liu arrived in the blink of an eye.

This year, because Zhao Mo was in seclusion, it was about ten days late.

"Steward Liu, I'm sorry. I was in seclusion these past few days and just came out."

"Here is six hundred catties of spirit rice."

Steward Liu looked at Zhao Mo cautiously.

"You've reached the Qi Refining Sixth Layer?"

Zhao Mo nodded.

Ding Xin, behind him, widened his eyes.

"The hybrid spirit rice really all sold out?"

Zhao Mo nodded again.

"Two thousand eight hundred and eighty-three catties. Three catties were sold to Luo Yan, and two thousand eight hundred catties were bought by Liu Daqiang."

"There were eighty catties left that I kept to try for myself. I've eaten some, and there are seventy catties left."

"If Steward Liu needs it, I can give it to you."

Steward Liu was rarely embarrassed, rubbing his hands as he said, "How can I accept this?"},{