56: Chapter 56: No Golden Essence Fruit? Do you want Golden Jade Marrow Fruit instead?

"What do you mean I've gone mad?"

"You Old Ghost Tong, you clearly promised me last year that you wouldn't stop the supply of golden gang fruit. This year is just great; the spirit fields in Tianfeng Valley are completely empty. Where's the golden gang fruit? You old thing, are you making fun of me?"

Tong Weiping held a large pair of scissors in his hand, looking like he had come out in a hurry.

"How is that possible?"

"True Person Mo going to Tianfeng Valley was designated by the Sect Master."

"Besides, True Person Mo successfully grew golden gang fruit in Tianfeng Valley last year. Didn't you receive them?"

"How could it be completely empty this year?"

The Sword Maniac said, "Humph, I knew you'd deny it. I've brought the man here; ask him yourself."

Only then did Tong Weiping see Zhao Mo in the immortal catcher net. His eyes narrowed, and he immediately cursed, "Damn it, you really are a maniac! Hurry up and release True Person Mo."

The Sword Maniac was stunned by Tong Weiping's scolding.

"Release him quickly, or I'll cut your damn net to pieces."

"I'll release him, I'll release him right now."

The Sword Maniac hurriedly put away the immortal catcher net; he knew how formidable the scissors in Tong Weiping's hand were.

Meanwhile, Tong Weiping personally helped Zhao Mo up. Taking the golden marrow fruit that had a bite taken out of it from Zhao Mo's hand, he asked with a tremble, "Did True Person Mo grow golden marrow fruit?"

The Sword Maniac, who was putting away his net, was stunned. He haphazardly gathered the immortal catcher net and forcibly snatched the golden marrow fruit from Tong Weiping's hand. Not minding Zhao Mo's saliva, he put it directly into his mouth.

"This?"

"It really is golden marrow fruit."

Then, grabbing Zhao Mo by the shoulders, he shook him and asked, "You really grew it?"

Zhao Mo rolled his eyes at this bald man. Indeed, the one Tong Weiping called the Sword Maniac was a bald man with filthy clothes and a messy beard, indicating that this fellow was likely a reckless and unrefined person.

"Senior Brother Tong, there are no golden gang fruit this year. Do you want golden marrow fruit?"

Although he was mentally prepared, Tong Weiping was still shocked when Zhao Mo actually said it.

Something that even a Nascent Soul Ancestor couldn't achieve was accomplished by a Golden Core True Person?

"Is that true?"

Zhao Mo took those large wooden crates directly out of his Storage Pouch.

Before Tong Weiping could move, the Sword Maniac lunged forward and pried open the crates.

Seeing the jade-marrow-colored small swords filling the entire crate, the Sword Maniac laughed loudly. He threw an arm around Zhao Mo and said, "Good lad, I, Old Li, recognize you as a brother."

Tong Weiping said crossly, "You think you can just claim him as a brother?"

"You kidnapped him without rhyme or reason, and now you want to pull him in as a brother?"

"How can things be so easy?"

The Sword Maniac rubbed his bald head and said sheepishly, "I saw that there was nothing in the spirit fields and thought this year's golden gang fruit were a bust. Who could have imagined he could grow golden marrow fruit?"

Then he looked Zhao Mo over carefully and slapped his forehead.

"Oh, Brother Zhao and I are like old friends at first sight. This Storage Ring will be my meeting gift."

The Sword Maniac took the ring off his right index finger, erased the mana on it, and handed it to Zhao Mo with a reluctant expression.

Giving a ring upon meeting?

Before Zhao Mo could react, he saw Tong Weiping winking at him and immediately realized that this Storage Ring must be something good.

He accepted it and said, "Then I shall accept it with gratitude. Thank you, Sword True Lord."

The Sword Maniac said, "Don't call me Sword True Lord. My surname is Li, name Feng. Just like you call Old Ghost Tong, call me Senior Brother."

"Then, greetings, Senior Brother."

This was already Zhao Mo's second Nascent Soul Senior Brother.

"Good, good, good. You're a fine person, quite to my liking." As a man of the sword, Li Feng was naturally straightforward, and seeing Zhao Mo's unpretentious manner, he liked him even more.

"You guys wait here."

After saying that, Li Feng transformed into a streak of sword light and flew away.

Tong Weiping didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"A dignified Nascent Soul True Lord, acting on every whim. We don't need to mind him."

"Come, Worthy Younger Brother, let's talk in the main hall."

Tong Weiping quietly put away the wooden crates on the ground.

While asking in a low voice, "How was the harvest?"

Because Tong Weiping was right there, Zhao Mo had no chance to examine the Storage Ring. He could only wear it casually on his finger and say, "It's just as the rumors say, ten times that of the golden gang fruit. The yield per mu is over three hundred catties."

"The thirty-six spirit fields in Tianfeng Valley yielded a total of over ten thousand nine hundred catties."

"Those wooden crates just now only contained over five thousand catties."

Tong Weiping gave Zhao Mo a surprised look.

The Xuan Sect had set the quota for Tianfeng Valley at thirty catties of golden gang fruit per mu. The effects of golden marrow fruit and golden gang fruit were similar, and the former even surpassed the latter in certain aspects. He thought Zhao Mo would do the same as last year and only provide one thousand and eighty catties of golden marrow fruit.

He hadn't expected Zhao Mo to directly hand over half of the harvest.

"Not bad."

Tong Weiping praised him.

"What do you plan to do next?"

Zhao Mo didn't understand.

Tong Weiping added, "Although the Xuan Sect only has this one third-grade spirit field..."

"But other Immortal Masters and True Lords still have many private third-grade spirit fields."

"Many of these third-grade spirit fields have environments similar to Tianfeng Valley."

Hearing this, Zhao Mo understood.

"I only enjoy farming and am not good at socializing. I'll have to rely on Senior Brother's help."

As he spoke, he took out a Jade Slip and handed it to Tong Weiping.

Inside the Jade Slip was the cultivation method for golden marrow fruit that Zhao Mo had organized.

Having Zhao Mo, a Golden Core True Person, negotiate with those Nascent Soul True Lords would likely leave him with nothing left. It was better to do Tong Weiping, the Peak Master of Spirit Plant Peak, a favor.

Tong Weiping was stunned. He stared directly at Zhao Mo, a look of admiration appearing on his face.

"I've long heard that True Person Mo was very straightforward about handing over the cultivation method for hybrid spirit rice back then. I thought it was due to pressure from the Liu Clan, but now it seems True Person Mo truly lives up to his reputation."

Cough, cough.

Zhao Mo coughed twice. Tong Weiping was putting him on too high a pedestal. He hadn't forgotten about the training fees he collected for the mutated white orchid fruit in Wang Town, oh, and the matter of plotting against Liu Zhiming with Chen Yuxiang using enlightenment spirit wine.

So, what kind of reputation was he living up to?

Tong Weiping didn't know what was on Zhao Mo's mind. He took the Jade Slip and said, "Rest assured, the Xuan Sect will not treat you unfairly."

See, the words of the Peak Master of Spirit Plant Peak were indeed different. Zhao Mo was about to offer a few more flattering words when a loud boom echoed outside the main hall.

"Brother Tong, Brother Zhao, come out quickly! See what I've caught and brought back!" Li Feng shouted from outside the hall.

"That Sword Maniac." Tong Weiping cursed under his breath and walked out of the hall with Zhao Mo.

"Is this a Wave Shadow Flood Dragon? You Sword Maniac have good luck; to catch such a delicacy, we're in for a treat today."

Only Zhao Mo stared blankly at the colossal creature outside the hall. With the head of a camel, eyes of a rabbit, belly of a sea monster, scales of a fish, and claws of an eagle—this was clearly a Dragon.

"A Dragon?"

"Dragon my foot! Is it even worthy? It's just a Wave Shadow Flood Dragon that likes to stir up trouble in the water."

Zhao Mo looked closer; the flood dragon's body was covered in layers of ripples and it had no horns.

"Scared me to death. I thought it was a Dragon."

"Wait, no. Wave Shadow Flood Dragon... that name sounds so familiar."

Zhao Mo muttered to himself, then suddenly remembered—wasn't this exactly the Five Elements Demonic Creatures needed to cultivate a fourth-grade spirit field?