42: Chapter 42 The Ten-Year Agreement: Liu Xinzhi's Crushing Defeat

Chen Yuxiang said, "Ever since the Revered Master of True Monarch Feng Ling fell, True Monarch Sheng Tian of the Liu Clan has been eyeing the Heavenly Phoenix Grotto-Heaven."

"He attempts to use the True Immortal Dao within the Heavenly Phoenix Grotto-Heaven to break through to the Nascent Soul stage and achieve the Deity Transformation Realm."

"In reality, there is no True Immortal Dao in the Heavenly Phoenix Grotto-Heaven. Even if True Monarch Sheng Tian obtained the Heavenly Phoenix Grotto-Heaven, it would be useless for breaking through to the Nascent Soul Realm."

"Therefore, his final outcome will surely be like drawing water with a bamboo basket—all in vain."

Zhao Mo did know a little about Grotto-Heavens; after a Cultivator passes the Mahayana Stage and becomes an Immortal, the new world they carve out using their own Dao is a Grotto-Heaven.

Since the establishment of the Xuan Sect tens of thousands of years ago, the number of people who have achieved Immortal Ascension could be counted on one hand, and since the Heavenly Phoenix Grotto-Heaven was left behind by an Immortal, it is no wonder the Liu Clan covets it.

"What about True Person Zhiming and the others?"

Chen Yuxiang said, "Naturally, they gained nothing and wasted ten years for nothing."

"In the past, no matter how much True Monarch Feng Ling argued until she was blue in the face, no one believed that there was no True Immortal Dao in the Heavenly Phoenix Grotto-Heaven. Thus, we could only find some people to go to the Grotto-Heaven and experience it for themselves."

As the two chatted, clouds suddenly swirled in the sky, and sword light crisscrossed the air.

"Who is fighting?"

After a moment, a wave of pressure descended from the sky, and Zhao Mo felt that the Spiritual Qi around him seemed to have been suppressed.

"Is this the Deity Transformation Realm?"

"Such terrifying strength? We are so far away, yet we are still affected."

Chen Yuxiang also showed envy in his eyes.

"When a Deity Transformation expert is angry, the world turns upside down; it truly lives up to its reputation."

After the Deity Transformation expert made a move, the fighting gradually subsided.

Then, streams of light scattered and left, one of which headed straight for where Zhao Mo was.

Upon closer inspection, it was precisely Fu Tianhua, who had been Cultivating in the Heavenly Phoenix Grotto-Heaven for ten years.

"Senior Brother Fu!"

"Junior Brother Chen!"

Fu Tianhua and Chen Yuxiang exchanged greetings. With the same actions and same attire, Zhao Mo sighed; it was no wonder they were Senior and Junior Brothers.

"And you are?"

Fu Tianhua noticed Zhao Mo next to Chen Yuxiang.

"Zhao Mo?"

"How is this possible?"

"When did you achieve the Golden Core?"

Fu Tianhua was greatly shocked. Ten years ago, Zhao Mo's cultivation was only at Foundation Establishment Layer Two. Now, Zhao Mo's aura was ethereal and unfixed; his cultivation seemed to be even higher than his own.

"Greetings, True Person Tian Hua. After ten years of Cultivation, I have had some occasional insights; it is not worth mentioning."

"By the way, the ten-year term for the Spirit Field I rented from you has just expired this year."

"The white orchid fruit now has a yield of a thousand catties per mu, which is more than ten times what it was back then."

"True Person Tian Hua, can you return those ten High-Grade Spirit Stones to me now?"

Hearing Zhao Mo say this, Chen Yuxiang almost couldn't hold back his expression.

What a joke! You, True Person Mo, are short on Spirit Stones? Not to mention the profits from the mutated white orchid fruit, just talking about the technology for the mutated white orchid fruit, how much did you make in training fees?

And the battle over the enlightenment spirit wine also brought in a harvest of thirty to forty thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones. To say Zhao Mo lacks Spirit Stones? He, Chen Yuxiang, would be the first not to believe it.

Sensing Chen Yuxiang's awkward expression, Fu Tianhua said, "Junior Brother Chen, is what Zhao Mo said not true?"

Chen Yuxiang sighed.

"It is true, but he didn't tell the whole story."

Next, Chen Yuxiang explained the matter of the enlightenment spirit wine to Fu Tianhua.

"What? A loss of one million High-Grade Spirit Stones?"

"The Liu Clan Wine House is completely ruined?"

"And the spirit wine is also free from the Liu Clan's control and can be freely bought and sold within the Xuan Sect?"

Hearing this, Fu Tianhua almost slapped his thigh in regret.

These were exactly the things he had wanted to do but hadn't succeeded in doing.

"This trip to the Heavenly Phoenix Grotto-Heaven was truly a loss; not only did I gain nothing, but I also missed such a lively event."

Liu Xinzhi also felt the same regret as Fu Tianhua.

"Trash, all of them are trash."

"True Monarch Shuicheng is trapped in Jingsi Valley, and True Person Zhiming self-detonated."

"When has the Liu Clan, which Cultivates alongside the Sect, ever been so aggrieved?"

"I don't have the strength to retaliate against those True Monarchs, but I cannot let this Immortal Master Chen Yuxiang and Zhao Mo live for another moment."

"Immortal Master, that Zhao Mo has made great contributions to the Xuan Sect and, not long ago, passed the One-Nine Lightning Tribulation to become an Immortal Master," the servant carefully reminded Liu Xinzhi.

Slap.

The answer to the servant was a golden palm; a living person was smashed into meat paste by Liu Xinzhi.

"Hmph, boosting others' prestige and destroying our own morale—you truly deserve to die."

"A fledgling who just entered the Golden Core Stage—how could he be my opponent?"

"Someone come here! Go and find out where Chen Yuxiang and Zhao Mo are now!"

At Leisurely Residence, under Fu Tianhua's resentful gaze, Zhao Mo took away those ten High-Grade Spirit Stones.

"You also rented this Spirit Field; you should pay at least a little bit of rent as a gesture."

"A dignified Golden Core True Person, why would you care about a few Spirit Stones? Our goal is longevity," Zhao Mo promised, painting a pie in the sky.

As for Spirit Stones, there were none.

Who told Fu Tianhua to swipe several hundred catties of spirit wine from him earlier.

One must know that this year's enlightenment grass had not yet been harvested; the enlightenment spirit wine in Zhao Mo's hands was getting less and less with every sip.

Just as the atmosphere among the three was intense, a great halberd descended from the sky, shattering the newly purchased Leisurely Residence of Zhao Mo.

"Who is it?"

Zhao Mo was furious.

"Hmm? True Person Xinzhi?"

Standing on the clouds in mid-air was a person holding a great halberd; it was none other than Liu Xinzhi.

"Zhao Mo, come out and die."

Zhao Mo stopped Chen Yuxiang, who was preparing to make a move.

"Your injuries haven't healed yet; it is not suitable for you to fight."

"Also, this Magical Artifact of mine has just been refined."

"Let me go and test it; how is the craftsmanship of the Star River Shop?"

Before Zhao Mo broke through to the Golden Core Stage, he had entrusted Chen Yuxiang to customize a Level Nine Magical Artifact at the Star River Shop.

This was already the highest level of Magical Artifact; anything higher would be a Spiritual Artifact that had birthed its own intelligence.

Fu Tianhua, who was standing nearby, had originally been a bit curious, but when the so-called Level Nine Magical Artifact appeared out of thin air in Zhao Mo's hand, he, like Chen Yuxiang, felt a complex mix of emotions.

A Level Nine Magical Artifact, costing at least tens of thousands of High-Grade Spirit Stones, and you refined something like this?

What was the Level Nine Magical Artifact that Zhao Mo ordered?

A shovel.

A pitch-black Iron Shovel.

Chen Yuxiang and Fu Tianhua were already dying of embarrassment, but Zhao Mo was completely oblivious.

Holding the Iron Shovel, he headed straight for Liu Xinzhi in mid-air.

"Take my shovel!"

The hatred of killing his son could not be resolved; just fighting it out was the only way.

This was Zhao Mo's thought.

Bang.

The shovel and the halberd collided, emitting a huge sound.

Liu Xinzhi was knocked back several hundred meters by Zhao Mo's shovel.

"Peak of Golden Core Layer One?"

"How is this possible? What kind of monster are you?"

He, Liu Xinzhi, broke through to the Golden Core Stage in a hundred years, and in the one hundred and six years since then, he had only reached the Peak of Golden Core Layer One.

Yet Zhao Mo had broken through from Foundation Establishment Layer Two to the same cultivation level as him in just ten years.

This was no longer shock; it was fear.

If Zhao Mo were allowed to Cultivate for a few more years, he, Liu Xinzhi, could just wait for death; what revenge could he even seek?

"True Monarch Shuicheng has misled me."

Liu Xinzhi complained inwardly; ten years ago, he could have killed Zhao Mo with one hand, but now he had become a major problem.

The key was that he had gained nothing in the Heavenly Phoenix Grotto-Heaven.

Yet Zhao Mo, who had been farming outside, had made rapid progress, and his strength was now on par with his own.

"Good, how satisfying!"

"Come again!"

Zhao Mo raised the shovel and went up again.

There was no technique to it; he simply treated Liu Xinzhi as the soil of a Spirit Field.

Slam, slap, hit, knock, chop...

Relying on his profound mana, Zhao Mo quickly beat Liu Xinzhi into a pig's head.

When had the pampered Liu Xinzhi ever suffered such a loss?

"You forced me to do this."

"You all forced me."

"If I am to die, we shall die together!"