67: Chapter 67 Ding Xin's Tribulation

"Sleep, my foot!"

"Is this how you welcome a brother?"

"What? Have you become a Golden Core True Person? Can you not see us old brothers anymore?"

Zhao Mo: "Hmm?"

A familiar fragrance drifted into his nose.

Only then did he confirm that it was truly Ding Xin who had exited seclusion.

"Damn, Foundation Establishment Stage ninth level Peak, just a hair's breadth away from breaking through to Golden Core True Person. Doggy, you're something else."

Zhao Mo was very happy.

In Tianfeng Valley, there was only one ox and a few beehives. Aside from farming, Zhao Mo didn't even have anyone to talk to.

"Why do you live in this godforsaken place?"

"The Spiritual Qi in this valley is so thin, how can you stand it?"

Zhao Mo: "Huh?"

The Spiritual Qi in Tianfeng Valley was all locked within the thirty-six mu of spirit rice fields. Wasn't it normal for the Spiritual Qi to be thin? Besides, he didn't use Spiritual Qi to Cultivate anyway.

Zhao Mo hadn't expected that while he didn't use Spiritual Qi to Cultivate, Ding Xin did.

"It seems I need to set up a Spirit Gathering Formation at the valley entrance."

"Eh? Who are those people kneeling outside the gate?"

It turned out that outside Leisurely Residence, it was now full of kneeling people. These people had varying cultivation levels, including both Qi Refining Stage and Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators.

Ding Xin stuck out his tongue and said embarrassedly: "These are the disciples I found for you."

"What the hell?"

Zhao Mo looked at Ding Xin. This guy's cultivation had increased, and his features were becoming more and more delicate.

"Oh, they are just for cultivating hybrid spirit rice seeds."

"Who told you to research such monstrous hybrid spirit rice? The harvested spirit rice cannot be used as seeds, so new seeds must be cultivated every year."

"Do you know that now, basically all the first-grade spirit fields in the Xuan Sect are planting hybrid spirit rice? The number of seeds required is astronomical."

"You clapped your hands and ran off, but do you know how I spent the first few years?"

"And these are the people I selected before I went into seclusion. They are all experts at cultivating hybrid spirit rice."

The group of Cultivators outside knelt and bowed: "Greetings, Master."

Zhao Mo: "No, no, no~"

"Get up quickly."

"I cannot be your Master."

"As for the hybrid spirit rice, I have already handed over the relevant technology to the Xuan Sect. The seeds you Cultivate yourselves have nothing to do with me."

Zhao Mo reminded them.

The Xuan Sect had treated Zhao Mo unfairly regarding the hybrid spirit rice, but Zhao Mo had kept an ace up his sleeve. The seeds he cultivated yielded ten percent more harvest than the Xuan Sect's seeds.

Don't underestimate this ten percent harvest. After so many years, the Xuan Sect couldn't sell a single grain of their seeds anymore.

The entire hybrid spirit rice seed market had been monopolized by this group of people in front of Zhao Mo.

"Yes, we will strictly follow Master's teachings."

Zhao Mo's head ached.

"Hmm, you've seen your Master now, so go do your work." Ding Xin waved his hand and replied on Zhao Mo's behalf.

"Speak."

"What exactly do you mean?"

Zhao Mo put his arm around Ding Xin's shoulder.

So fair.

"If you want to take disciples yourself, just do it. Why do you have to use my name?"

"I'm just a guy who farms spirit fields. Why would I need disciples?"

Ding Xin's eyes turned red, looking as if he were on the verge of tears.

"I am going to undergo the Golden Core Lightning Tribulation."

"It's in seven days."

Zhao Mo: "???"

Big brother, what does you Undergoing Tribulation have to do with you taking disciples for me? Can you not use such a clumsy performance to change the subject?

However, compared to Ding Xin Undergoing Tribulation, having a few more disciples really didn't seem like a big deal.

"It's just a minor One-Nine Lightning Tribulation, it's only nine strikes, right? What is there to be afraid of?"

"You don't have to act like it's a life-and-death separation, right?"

Ding Xin's eyes were still red.

"My Lightning Tribulation is different from yours."

"I'm scared~"

"What is there to be afraid of? I will help you." Zhao Mo said without thinking.

Ding Xin turned his sorrow into joy, his eyes smiling into crescent shapes.

"Really?"

"That's great."

Saying this, he hugged Zhao Mo directly.

Zhao Mo felt his body stiffen. Just kidding, he was really not gay.

"Big brother, we are both men. What does it look like to be hugging and holding each other?"

"But then again, we are both men, how is your body so soft?"

The answer Zhao Mo got was "Go to hell."

Ox Martial in the cow shed turned around and cursed under his breath, "What a blockhead."

...

Star River Shop.

Looking at Zhao Mo's requirements, Guo Tao was full of question marks.

A fifteen-meter-tall iron rod—well, calling it an iron rod wasn't quite right; it was thin at the top and thick at the bottom, with the thinnest part being about the same as an embroidery needle. It required pure refined iron and no Formations.

It was just the quantity that was strange; he actually wanted ninety of them.

"True Person Mo, what are you doing with this?"

"What is such a strange thing used for?"

Zhao Mo: "It's a secret."

"Can you finish it in three days?"

Not being able to use Formations meant the refined iron had to be tempered a thousand times, but for Guo Tao, who was at the third level of the Golden Core, it wasn't difficult at all.

"It won't take three days. You can come and pick it up tomorrow."

"Good." Zhao Mo didn't ask about the price and directly tossed ten High-Grade Spirit Stones to Guo Tao.

Qingyun Formation Pavilion.

"Shopkeeper, do you have any defensive Formations for the One-Nine Lightning Tribulation here?"

"Yes, we do."

"Give me a few sets."

Outside Liu Clan Apothecary.

Zhao Mo retracted all his magic power and wore a bamboo hat to cover his face.

"Buying obstacle breaking pills at a high price, one thousand High-Grade Spirit Stones, only buying three."

Because Liu Clan Apothecary had a monopoly, many Foundation Establishment Stage Cultivators would take out their life savings to hoard obstacle breaking pills in advance. With Zhao Mo increasing the price, he quickly bought three.

Outside Tianfeng Valley.

This mountain was one of the three great mountains surrounding Tianfeng Valley and was also the highest one.

Ding Xin looked at the obstacle breaking pills and the messy pile of Formation Plates beside him, then looked at the constantly busy Zhao Mo, his eyes almost sparkling with little stars.

"How about resting for a while?"

"Don't even think about it, your Lightning Tribulation will be here soon."

"Is it useful for you to tinker with all these messy things?"

Zhao Mo was busy burying the "iron rods" he bought back from Star River Shop around Ding Xin.

"How could it be useless?"

"In my hometown, this thing is called a lightning rod. It can divert lightning."

Ding Xin was half-believing and half-doubting.

"Whew~"

"Done."

Zhao Mo looked at the "iron rods" standing around and breathed a sigh of relief.

"You say you're Undergoing Tribulation, and you've worked me to death?"

"Why is that?"

Ding Xin smiled and said: "We are brothers. Besides, did you forget what I said? If I become an Immortal Master, I will give you a big gift."

"A big gift? Stop feeding me false promises." Zhao Mo didn't take it to heart.

"Come, eat this."

Ding Xin looked at Zhao Mo and handed over a golden Medicinal Pill.

"What is this?"

They were brothers, so Zhao Mo didn't think much about it, took it, and chewed it.

"Hmm, it's sweet and sour. What's it for?"

Ding Xin tilted his head and looked at Zhao Mo, his expression a bit surprised and also carrying a hint of smugness,

"Aren't you afraid I'll harm you?"

Zhao Mo: "Forget it. We've stirred the pot together so many times; if you wanted to harm me, I would have been dead long ago."

"Damn, why is the Lightning Tribulation here already?"

"No, no, I have to run. It would be hilarious if the Lightning Tribulation drags me in later."

Ding Xin looked at the darkening clouds and shook his head.

"You can't leave."

"What the hell?"

The wind rose and clouds surged; thunder rumbled and lightning flashed.

Zhao Mo felt that he had actually been locked onto by the Lightning Tribulation as well.

Now the joke was getting out of hand.