59: Chapter 59 The Iron Sword Sect's Scheme

Before the person even arrived, Tong Weiping's voice could be heard from afar.

Zhao Mo, holding the ox-driving whip in his hand, stood blankly in the spirit fields.

"What?"

Tong Weiping descended from his cloud, not at all minding the mud and water in the spirit fields. He pulled Zhao Mo along and pointed at the thirty-six mu of spirit fields, saying, "From now on, Tianfeng Valley, along with these thirty-six mu of spirit fields, are all your personal property, True Person Mo."

"Indeed, congratulations, True Person Mo."

"True Person Mo has set a precedent for the Xuan Sect. To obtain Grade 3 spirit fields before even becoming a Nascent Soul True Lord..."

Zhao Mo felt as if he were in a dream. Since descending the mountain, he hadn't owned any spirit fields of his own.

Back in Xiao Ji Village, he had rented Grade 1 spirit fields from the Xuan Sect and Grade 2 spirit fields from Fu Tianhua.

He had originally thought being sent to Tianfeng Valley was a punishment, but he hadn't expected that after just two years, it would actually become his, Zhao Mo's, private property.

One must understand that these were spirit fields; they weren't something that could be bought just because one had Spirit Stones.

"Here, this is the land deed."

Zhao Mo took it and saw that the owner's name on the deed was indeed his own.

Of course, the Xuan Sect's spirit fields were only granted to the Cultivator themselves. As long as Zhao Mo did not perish, the spirit fields would always belong to him. If Zhao Mo were to perish one day, the fields would be reclaimed by the Xuan Sect and could not be passed down to descendants.

Just like the Liu clan's ten thousand mu of Grade 1 spirit fields, those were also only rented. This rule was an ironclad law of the Xuan Sect.

To get back to the point, as Zhao Mo looked at the land deed, his hands trembled with excitement.

"Thank you, Senior Brother Tong. Thank you, True Lords."

"Not at all, not at all. These are all what True Person Mo deserves," a Nascent Soul True Lord said with a laugh.

They had all come to Zhao Mo's place to make themselves known. A person with such a monstrous talent for farming was worth their humbling themselves to befriend. What if Zhao Mo cultivated another monstrous spirit plant one day?

Furthermore, they still needed Zhao Mo's guidance regarding the golden marrow fruit. Although Tong Weiping had said he possessed all the techniques, how could that be as reassuring as Zhao Mo explaining it himself?

"Oh, everyone is here. Why don't we have a gathering?" On Li Feng's white cloud, he was dragging a massive creature, its shadow blotting out the sun.

"A Three-Colored Deer?"

One of the Nascent Soul True Lords had sharp eyes and recognized the thing on the white cloud at a glance.

"What the—!"

"The Sword Maniac is indeed the Sword Maniac. He even dares to lay a hand on that group of crazy women's pets."

"But then again, Three-Colored Deer meat is said to be a top-tier spiritual food comparable to the liver of a Wave Shadow Flood Dragon."

"What?"

"None of you are scared, are you?"

"If anyone is afraid, they can leave first."

"This deer, I shall enjoy it with Senior Brother Tong and Junior Brother Mo."

"Forget it, Sword Maniac. This deer must weigh over two thousand catties. Aren't you three afraid of eating yourselves to death?"

"We have so many Nascent Soul True Lords here. Even if that group of women comes, what can they do?"

"Today, this old Gao is definitely eating this deer meat."

"Exactly, exactly—"

"We're eating it for sure."

Although this Three-Colored Deer was a Spirit Beast, it weighed two or three thousand catties. Fortunately, the one with the lowest cultivation present was a Golden Core Immortal Master.

In an instant, the flashes of blades and swords glinted, and various flames were lit.

Before long, a fragrance began to waft through Tianfeng Valley.

Upon the white clouds lay roasted Three-Colored Deer meat along with various unknown spirit fruits.

When many men get together, it's easy for them to start egging each other on. Once they get worked up, they think that the law cannot punish everyone, so they might as well enjoy the moment first.

Under these circumstances, Zhao Mo contributed the mutated white orchid fruits and golden gang fruits from his ring.

He even distributed the golden marrow fruits, one catty per person. Had Tong Weiping not stopped him, Zhao Mo might have brought out everything he had.

"Save some, we still need them for seeds."

Although Tong Weiping stopped Zhao Mo, he didn't restrain himself, bringing out jar after jar of nascent soul drunk.

"Come, let us drink our fill."

"Cheers!"

The Xuan Sect's first large-scale Nascent Soul gathering began in such a bizarre fashion.

Among a group of Nascent Soul True Lords, Zhao Mo was the only Golden Core Immortal Master. Strangely, he seemed to be the center of attention for these people.

"Come! Cheers! Drink!"

Zhao Mo didn't even get a chance to taste the Three-Colored Deer meat before he was knocked out by that group of Nascent Soul True Lords.

After waking up, Zhao Mo gave himself several slaps across the face.

"Damn it, I really can't drink this nascent soul drunk anymore. Every time I drink it, I black out. I can't remember a single word I said or a single thing I did. Who can stand this?"

What was even more frustrating was that because of this gathering, his work in the spirit fields was delayed by several days.

When he went to the shed to fetch Ox Martial, he noticed Ox Martial's gaze was somewhat strange, making Zhao Mo feel quite uneasy.

Zhao Mo's heart skipped a beat. He couldn't have actually done something out of line while he was drunk, could he?

"Moo—"

Unfortunately, he couldn't understand Ox Martial's bovine language.

[You have completed plowing the spirit fields, Experience +20.]

After finishing the plowing, Zhao Mo, as usual, carried Ox Martial on his shoulders and put him back in the shed.

"This fellow, every time he finishes plowing, he falls into a state of Dao comprehension. Could it be that your cheat is plowing?" Zhao Mo muttered to himself.

It was lucky that Ox Martial was meditating on the Thick Earth Immortal Scripture. If he were awake, he would probably have been startled by Zhao Mo, because Zhao Mo had guessed correctly—his cheat really was plowing.

...

"What?"

"The price of golden marrow fruit has doubled this year?"

"Two High-Grade Spirit Stones per catty?"

Inside the main hall of the Iron Sword Sect, Cheng Xiao, an Elder of the Xuan Sect's Artifact Refining Peak, spoke out in a rage.

"Why did the Iron Sword Sect raise the price unilaterally?"

"What do you mean by raising the price unilaterally?"

"Aren't we currently discussing this with Elder Cheng?"

"I heard that your Xuan Sect's spirit rice harvest was bountiful again this year. Just the amount sold to our Iron Sword Sect was several hundred thousand catties more than in previous years."

"With so many Spirit Stones, of course the golden marrow fruit's price should go up."

Cheng Xiao didn't react for a moment.

"What do you mean? My Xuan Sect's spirit rice harvest was bountiful, and we sold you several hundred thousand catties more rice—what does that have to do with the price of golden marrow fruit?"

"How can it not be related? In previous years, the spirit rice, plus the spirit wine and Spirit Pills, was just about equal to the price of the golden marrow fruits we sold. This year, you sold too much spirit rice."

Only then did Cheng Xiao understand what the other party meant. It turned out the Iron Sword Sect didn't want to give away Spirit Stones, or rather, they didn't want the Xuan Sect to earn Spirit Stones, which was why they had raised the price of the golden marrow fruit.

"Holy crap, how can you be so shameless? What do you mean by 'sold too much spirit rice'? Did the Xuan Sect beg you to buy it?"

"Besides, how many Spirit Stones is spirit rice even worth?"

"No, I cannot accept this price for the golden marrow fruit."

"You don't accept it? Then go buy it elsewhere. My Iron Sword Sect will not entertain you further."

After saying that, the people from the Iron Sword Sect turned and left, leaving the few people from the Xuan Sect's Artifact Refining Peak in the hall, staring at each other.

"Damn it, you Iron Sword Sect people are truly going too far."

"Curse you! If the day ever comes that my Xuan Sect researches our own golden marrow fruit and I ever buy even a single thing from you again, I'll be a son of a bitch."

Cheng Xiao cursed loudly in the hall. If it weren't for the fact that the Sect Master of the Iron Sword Sect was a Half-step True Immortal just like the Sect Master of the Xuan Sect, he would have attacked directly.

"Let's go back."

"Peak Master, what about the golden marrow fruit?"

"We're not buying it. Let whoever wants to buy it come; anyway, I'm not coming back. This is too damn humiliating."

After Cheng Xiao left, the Iron Sword Sect members who had exited the hall returned and spoke to the air, "True Lord Yaogu, Cheng Xiao has left. I hope you will not go back on your word."

"Naturally. Who doesn't know that we of the Liu clan are as good as our word?"

"The price of golden marrow fruit is up by twenty percent, right? Give me the entire quota that was meant for the Xuan Sect last year. Here are the Spirit Stones," Liu Yaogu said.