96: Chapter 96 Holy crap, don't die here!

【You have completed the harvesting of the golden marrow fruit, EXP +20.】

【Reward: After one hundred and ninety days of meticulous care, your spirit field has yielded a bountiful harvest, EXP +2000.】

"Very good, gou system, fuck your mother."

This year, thirty-nine thousand catties of golden marrow fruit were harvested, yet it only yielded two thousand EXP; Zhao Mo was already numb.

Not to mention the tianfeng bean, which also had a harvest of nearly one hundred thousand catties. Forget about EXP; even if Zhao Mo were to eat it, he couldn't finish it all.

"I have a way."

Zhao Mo suddenly remembered Baishi, who was the Palace Master of Tianxuan Palace far away in the Song State.

This Baishi was the Cultivator who had exchanged spirit rice with Zhao Mo for a first-grade warning Formation.

Years ago, after returning from the Song State, Zhao Mo had recommended him to become the Palace Master of the Song State's Tianxuan Palace.

This person did not like fighting and loved researching Formations, though his cultivation was a bit lacking, as he had only just achieved Foundation Establishment.

"Hey, you?"

"What is your name?"

"Yes, you~"

These Disciples living outside of Tianfeng Valley were the ones Ding Xin had recruited for Zhao Mo, the so-called Zhao Clan Disciples.

"Master, my name is Lucky~"

Zhao Mo: "Lucky? That's a really good name."

It sounds very familiar.

This Lucky looked plump and fair, and when he smiled, he was very approachable.

"Find some people to harvest all the tianfeng bean in the spirit fields in the valley, and help deliver them to the Song State, handing them over to the Tianxuan Palace Master, Baishi."

Zhao Mo casually tossed out a High-Grade Spirit Stone.

"Take this to buy some Storage Pouches, and the rest is your payment for running errands."

"Remember, don't go near the lake; that group of White Jade Bees is not something you can provoke."

"Oh, and don't go to the cowshed either. That cow of mine doesn't blink when it eats people."

Zhao Mo reminded him again.

What? You say I'm ruining Ox Martial's reputation?

That doesn't exist. That Dead Ox is on par with the female Cultivators in Heartless Valley; one moment it's depressed, as if it lost a loved one.

The next moment, it's like it's been injected with adrenaline, cultivating day and night.

Recently, it has been in the second state; after finishing plowing the spirit fields, it just stays motionless in the cowshed. What makes Zhao Mo the angriest is that he can't even feel a shred of Spiritual Qi within Tianfeng Valley anymore.

Instead, that old cow has gathered a massive amount of Earth's Qi.

Fine, Earth's Qi doesn't count as Spiritual Qi, but that doesn't stop Zhao Mo from being jealous.

This cow is truly about to become a spirit.

"No, I also need to go back to the valley for closed-door cultivation."

It was rare for Zhao Mo to try hard.

What he didn't notice was that a strange face had mixed in with Lucky and the others to sneak into Tianfeng Valley.

After working for a whole day, Lucky finally led the people to take away all the tianfeng bean.

As for how long it would take him to reach the Song State, that was no longer Zhao Mo's concern.

One High-Grade Spirit Stone is equal to one hundred Medium-Grade Spirit Stones, equivalent to ten thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones. Although the distance from Heavenly Pillar Mountain to the Song State is far, ten thousand Low-Grade Spirit Stones is an amount that simply cannot be spent.

"Come out."

After Zhao Mo turned off the Formation, he took out an Iron Shovel and said with a serious face.

This scent of decay was too heavy, like an old man on the verge of death; Zhao Mo couldn't pretend not to know even if he wanted to.

"Who are you?"

He was very familiar with this aura.

"Do you use a halberd or a whip?"

"I use neither a halberd nor a whip," Liu Yaozhen laughed. He wasn't wrong; the trident had already been left at Fuyu Peak, so he wasn't using it now.

"Hmph, you are Liu Yaozhen, right?"

"I didn't expect you to play the trick of the golden cicada shedding its shell, holding a funeral for yourself in advance."

Zhao Mo felt a tightening in his heart. Although he possessed the Blood Drop Rebirth natal Divine Ability and the System's 'Proof of Eternity', the feeling of dying was too uncomfortable; he couldn't handle it.

"Who is Liu Yaozhen? He died long ago."

"I am just an old man suffering from the Five Decays of Heaven and Man, on the verge of death."

"Then I wonder why you, old man, have appeared in my Tianfeng Valley?" Zhao Mo continued to stall, secretly sending a message to Li Feng.

"Don't bother. Sword Peak is too far away; he cannot come."

Before preparing to perish together, Liu Yaozhen had already blocked all of Zhao Mo's escape routes.

"Don't struggle. The more you struggle, the more painful it will be. People are born to die; why bother acting Heaven-Defying? It is better to return with me~"

The Five Decays of Heaven and Man affected not only Liu Yaozhen's body but also his behavior and thoughts.

"Let's go, stop resisting."

Liu Yaozhen took out the Soul-Dissolving Needle he had spent forty-nine days refining.

"Die."

The black, thin needle shot straight into Zhao Mo's head.

"What is this?"

Zhao Mo felt as if he had been locked onto by a cold, sinister aura.

That aura carried negative emotions like despair and unwillingness, constantly disturbing his mind.

By the time Zhao Mo shook off those negative emotions, he realized that the pitch-black needle tip had already reached his glabella.

"It's over."

This was Zhao Mo's reaction.

It seemed that Blood Drop Rebirth could not be avoided; Zhao Mo was a bit pessimistic.

Just at this moment, the black needle that should have pierced into Zhao Mo's brain was blocked by a golden light.

"The golden light of merit?"

"Who on earth are you?"

Liu Yaozhen did not expect that Zhao Mo's Karma had actually reached the level of forming the golden light of merit.

With the golden light of merit protecting him, his Soul-Dissolving Needle could not only not harm Zhao Mo, but it would even implicate himself.

Liu Yaozhen guessed correctly; under the golden light of merit, the Soul-Dissolving Needle turned into black smoke and was directly vaporized.

With the Soul-Dissolving Needle destroyed, Liu Yaozhen also seemed to suffer a major blow, opening his mouth to spit out a mouthful of black blood.

"Hehe, truly, Divine Ability cannot defeat the will of Heaven. No matter how meticulous your calculations are, I didn't expect that you not only have Karma, but so much Karma that it has already formed into golden light."

"Which great expert's Reincarnation are you exactly, and why are you hiding in such a small place as the Xuan Sect?"

Liu Yaozhen looked at Zhao Mo with mixed feelings. If he had known earlier that Zhao Mo had such deep roots, no matter what, he would have dragged him onto the Liu Clan's warship.

Now, however, it was too late to say anything.

"I began cultivation at nine, achieved Foundation Establishment at thirty-two, achieved Golden Core at one hundred and two, and achieved Nascent Soul at three hundred and twenty-eight. I didn't expect to suffer the Five Decays of Heaven and Man at five hundred and thirty. Life is impermanent, like a dream."

As Liu Yaozhen spoke, his voice grew lower and lower, and the situation became increasingly wrong.

"What's going on?"

"Holy shit, don't you die here."

"If you die here, I really won't be able to explain myself."

"Hahaha, that is not up to you." Since he couldn't kill Zhao Mo, disgusting Zhao Mo before dying was not bad either.

This was Liu Yaozhen's last thought.

Then he fell into darkness, losing all consciousness.

A Nascent Soul True Lord who had lived for over five hundred years had fallen.

Zhao Mo looked at the fallen Liu Yaozhen, whose aura was completely gone, his body's spiritual light dissipated, and he quickly became a black corpse, emitting a foul stench.

He was stunned.

"This~"

"He really died here?"

"What if Ding Xin comes back?"

Zhao Mo was about to explode.

He quickly bundled up Liu Yaozhen and snuck out of Tianfeng Valley like a thief.

A hundred miles away, he found a good feng shui spot and buried Liu Yaozhen.

"You were at least a Nascent Soul True Lord; I don't think this counts as insulting you, right?"

Zhao Mo looked at the grave mound piled up with large stones and said softly.

Zhao Mo, who thought he had a clear conscience, completely failed to notice the hidden aura behind him.

"Yaozhen has fallen, Zhao Mo is unscathed, and he has already achieved a Breakthrough to the second level of the Nascent Soul Realm."

Zhao Mo had once again entered the eyes of the Liu Clan Yin Spirits.