18: Chapter 18 So that's how the bull-driving whip and bull-bridle are used!

Ox Martial secretly backed away a few steps, keeping a distance from Zhao Mo.

"Hey~"

"Your injuries haven't healed yet, don't move around if you don't have to."

Zhao Mo's eyes revealed the doting affection of an old father.

This was a plow ox that had fallen from the heavens, after all; he had to treat him like his own son.

Over the next few days, under Zhao Mo's meticulous care, Ox Martial's physical injuries recovered quickly.

However, his demonic power had not recovered, which greatly distressed Ox Martial. Especially since someone had placed an iron ring on his nose, and no matter how hard he tried, he could not remove it.

What was strange was that the aura occasionally leaking from this iron ring was actually the Great Dao that his Ox Clan Cultivates.

"Could this be a treasure of the Ox Clan?"

When Ox Martial learned from the casual chat between Zhao Mo and Ding Xin that this place was the location of the Xuan Sect, he made the boldest decision of his life: to stay.

"Damn, you're feeding this beast spirit rice straw? That's all money."

Ding Xin watched Zhao Mo carry the spirit rice straw to Ox Martial and shouted.

Zhao Mo: "It's just a few handfuls of grass."

"How did the thing I asked you to make turn out?"

Ding Xin said: "Here, it's all here, isn't it?"

"What are you making these things for?"

Zhao Mo looked at the items Ding Xin brought out, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity. If a person from Huaxia were here, they would immediately recognize that what Ding Xin had brought out was a set of ox harness and a plow.

"Good, good, thank you."

"Your sister is truly clever and dexterous. Here are some Spirit Stones; please thank her for me."

Zhao Mo was so excited inside. Damn, he finally didn't have to use an Iron Shovel to turn the soil shovel by shovel.

Meanwhile, Ox Martial was still leisurely eating the spirit rice straw, completely unaware that the things Ding Xin had brought were prepared for him.

"Come here, little calf, time to come out and work."

Ox Martial glanced at Zhao Mo, unimpressed.

Just kidding, he was the Holy Son of the Ox Clan; work for you? You must be dreaming!

Zhao Mo naturally saw Ox Martial's human-like expression, but a beast is a beast, an ox is an ox; could he really turn the world upside down?

Taking advantage of Ox Martial not reacting in time, Zhao Mo tied the rope directly to the ox tether, which was the iron ring on Ox Martial's nose.

At this moment, Ox Martial felt a sense of foreboding.

"Come out."

Zhao Mo gave the ox rope a tug.

A sharp pain came from his nose, and Ox Martial followed Zhao Mo's footsteps uncontrollably.

At this moment, Ox Martial finally knew what the iron ring on his nose was used for.

This wasn't some treasure at all; this was clearly meant to control him.

Thinking about how he had been trapped like a fool for so many days, combined with the intense pain just now, his anger soared to the heavens.

What kind of joke was this? As the dignified Holy Son of the Ox Clan, when had he ever suffered such indignity?

Thinking of this, Ox Martial, eyes red, charged straight at Zhao Mo. Even without demonic power, he would ram him to death.

Zhao Mo, holding the rope, kept watching Ox Martial. After all, an ox that had never plowed a field definitely needed training first.

When he saw Ox Martial charging at him with red eyes, Zhao Mo calmly took out the ox-driving whip.

*Crack*

A crisp sound rang out.

This strike didn't hit Ox Martial; Zhao Mo was just giving a warning.

Who knew Ox Martial wouldn't appreciate the gesture and kept charging at Zhao Mo.

*Crack*

This strike landed solidly on Ox Martial.

"Moo~"

Ox Martial cried out in pain, looking at the whip in Zhao Mo's hand with terror in his eyes.

"What is that thing? Why does it hurt so much?"

One had to know that the Ox Clan was known for their thick skin and tough flesh; the Human Race's ordinary Magical Artifacts couldn't break their defenses at all.

Yet, that whip strike just now seemed to hit his Soul directly, hurting so much that tears came to his eyes.

"If you behave, you'll suffer less. Plowing a field, what's the big deal?"

Ox Martial stared fixedly at the whip in Zhao Mo's hand, feeling a fear that stemmed from his very Soul.

He no longer thought about ramming Zhao Mo; he just wanted to escape.

However, Zhao Mo was holding the rope firmly, and before he could run a few steps, a sharp pain came from his nose.

Then, *crack*, the ox-driving whip hit his body again. The intense pain made Ox Martial tremble all over.

"I swear, I must make him die. Really, no one can stop me."

Ox Martial stared at Zhao Mo, determined to remember his face.

If one day Zhao Mo fell into his hands, he would definitely use the most cruel methods of the Ox Clan to deal with him.

"Oh?"

"Still not convinced?"

Zhao Mo cracked the whip again.

"Moo~"

Ox Martial let out a loud cry and lowered his head, tears dripping down in large drops; it was just too painful.

"That's better."

Seeing that Ox Martial was no longer resisting, Zhao Mo was overjoyed. This ox was quite easy to train.

Then he put the ox harness on Ox Martial, carrying the plow in one hand and the whip in the other.

*Crack.*

Ox Martial trembled; luckily, it didn't hit his body.

"Move~"

Zhao Mo shouted.

One man and one ox headed to the spirit field.

"Go on~"

"Move~"

With a *crack*, the sound of the ox-driving whip rose again.

Ox Martial felt a wave of humiliation.

So this was plowing a field.

Damn it, as the Holy Son of the Ox Clan, how could he do such a lowly thing?

"Walk straight~"

*Crack.*

The ox-driving whip hit Ox Martial, and the pain made him choose to submit.

"A smart ox doesn't suffer immediate losses."

Ox Martial comforted himself.

"Turn right~"

*Crack.*

Ox Martial shivered and quickly complied.

[You have completed plowing the spirit field, Experience +10.]

Three mu of spirit field, finished by Zhao Mo in half an hour.

Ox Martial stood by the edge of the spirit field, stunned. It turned out that the moment he finished plowing the field, he suddenly felt a mysterious aura envelope him.

This time it wasn't as blurry as last time; Ox Martial clearly felt the aura of the Dao of Force and the Dao of Earth.

That feeling of being immersed in the Dao left Ox Martial intoxicated; it was truly addictive for an ox.

Ox Martial remained immersed in this state for three days before waking up. Upon waking, he discovered he was sleeping in Zhao Mo's ox shed again.

spirit rice straw and water were piled in front of him.

"Damn, the Law of the Dao. Who exactly is he?"

Ox Martial was confused. One had to know that was the power of the Law; even the Old Ancestor of the Ox Clan had only touched a trace of its aura, yet he had been immersed in it—what a great fortune this was!

If he could comprehend this for a long time? Ox Martial didn't even know what Realm he could Cultivate to in the future.

Now, let alone plowing fields, he would even be willing to eat dirt.

"This iron ring is so strange; not only can it restrain me, but it also allows me to comprehend the Law. Could it be some sacred object?"

"It's a pity I have no demonic power now and cannot escape."

"Also, the iron ring usually has no magical properties; why does it only react after plowing the field?"

"Could the two really be connected?"

Thinking of this, Ox Martial decided to temporarily swallow his pride and continue staying here.

The next afternoon, when Ding Xin drove Ox Martial to plow the field, Ox Martial did not resist.

It's just that Ding Xin's technique was unskilled; not only did Ox Martial receive dozens of whip strikes for nothing, but he was also exhausted from plowing nearly ten mu of spirit field.

The most critical thing was that after finishing the work, the Law of the Dao did not appear.

From this, Ox Martial guessed that the Law of the Dao might only appear when working under Zhao Mo.

Unfortunately, Zhao Mo's spirit field had already been plowed, leaving him no opportunity to verify.

It wasn't until a few days before winter that Zhao Mo took Ox Martial out again.

The place Zhao Mo came to this time was Luo Yan's spirit field. Since Luo Yan went missing, this spirit field had been left empty. Zhao Mo had only officially completed the lease procedures with Steward Liu yesterday.

"Giddyup~"

"Move~"

"Turn right."

*Crack.*

The sound of the whip rose again.

[You have completed plowing the spirit field, Experience +10]

"Damn, it really works."

"What a huge loss."