Chapter Eight Changes (1/2)
We get a look at whose behind the pink paper cranes. Also, Zuo Mo is just the cultivation equivalent of a poor destitute manual laborer, slightly better off because he’s better at growing things. The world of cultivation is a cruel one (No social welfare here.)
Chapter Eight Changes
Thin and pale jade-like hands gently pinched a pink paper.
“Haha, so he did pay. No wonder he’s in such a bad temper. I just wanted to scare you. Who told you to be a smart-aleck and try to resist?”
The oval face was as smooth as resin, azure eyes like a sapphire held a hint of mischief. A high nose, a small red mouth. Silvery white top and shorts made from Silver Moon Wool. It made her look furry and cute. A daringly exposed stomach and legs were full of youth. It was like the most perfect work from a master of ivory. There were no flaws. A bright red string tied up her hair, adding a hint of allure. There were a pair of sky-blue bracelets on her wrist, many bells tied to them. When she moved, it would leave behind a stream of clear bell rings.
“But, really such an interesting person.”
“A person you find interesting, then they must be really interesting.” Behind her came a respectful voice.
A xiuzhe, skin bronze, a sandalwood coronet on his head, looking about forty years old. If anyone saw this person, they would be shocked. The famous Chi Ye zhenren would be so respectful to a little girl.
She already knew that someone had come behind her and wasn’t shocked. She giggled: “Yes, such an interesting person. Cannot be over zhuji middle level in cultivation, but could make it through Xian’er [Heart Demon Curse] at twenty percent power. Very strong.”
“Oh.” Che Ye zhenren’s face changed: “Really full of potential.” He then muttered: “How about taking him into the sect … …”
Xian’er turned her face towards the window, her eyes deep and distant: “On the road of cultivation, other than innate talent, chance is even more important. Of the disciples in the sect, there’s thousands who have innate talent. Not saying the absolute power, but coming jindan, how many people are there?”
She suddenly stuck out her tongue, naughtily stating: “Rather than that, he should be left to relieve Xian’er’s boredom.”
Chi Ye zhenren chuckled, and with a few hints of indulgement: “Whatever you want! Since you are so interested in him, why don’t we stay a few days longer here?”
Xian’er tilted her head, her blue eyes blinking. She mused and then shook her hand: “The task is important. We’ve stayed here long enough. Haha, Xian’er left an imprint on his body. He can’t escape Xian’er palm!”
Chi Ye zhenren saw Xian’er’s adorable manner and couldn’t help roaring in laughter.
Zuo Mo slowly woke up, his body sore. He couldn’t help but groan.
Thinking about yesterday, it was like he just had a dream. But the wounds on his entire body constantly reminded him that that furious battle wasn’t a dream. Even now, he couldn’t quite believe it, that he defeated that icy energy. He knew there was a length of time when he was dizzy. And it was at that time that he won.
But what happened at that time?
He had no idea.
After searching his mind and thinking for a while, he didn’t have any idea and threw the question aside. As to whether the other will take revenge, Zuo Mo was too lazy to think about it.
Ge is very busy!
He counted it out on his fingers and knew that he had many things to do today. Not just making rain for the medicine fields, he still had to make rain for one of the shixiong. That was a complete one hundred mu of ling fields. The ling herbs in the medicine fields, he didn’t need to care how good their state was. But that one hundred mu that he had to make rain for, that was a contract signed long ago, and he couldn’t get out of it.
Gritting his teeth and climbing up, Zuo Mo felt that his skeleton would fall apart anytime.
At turtle speed, he moved to Cold Mist Valley. Looking at the medicine felts over the valley, he cursed the “adulterous couple” of Hao Min and Luo Li countless times.
Cursing was cursing, but he still had to do it.
Just like normal, he started [Little Art of Cloud and Rain], but the following events made Zuo Mo dumbstruck.
The white mist crazily flowed towards him. In the blink of an eye, it formed into a ball of clouds. Before the dazed Zuo Mo could react, the cloud quickly expanded and in a short amount of time, completely smothered the entire valley.
In the middle of the white could, Zuo Mo dazedly reached out. Stands of cold flew through his hands, it was like a dream.
He suddenly shook and woke up. This definitely wasn’t the third level of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain]!
His expression became serious.
What had happened? He suddenly had a suspicion that the icy energy yesterday had seemed to changed many things. He calmed his mind, closed his eyes, and spread out his arms in the middle of the cloud.
Very quickly, he detected the peculiarity. The cloud ball made of countless streams of moisture was exceptionally lively. They were like a crowd of little creatures that had been woken up.
The cloud this time had an additional and special energy. It was like the green grass that just sprouted, but also like sunlight. Zuo Mo found it difficult to describe. He liked this energy very much because it was very comfortable.
He couldn’t help but cheer up.
He had planted ling grain for two years. Even though he didn’t know what this lively energy was, but it definitely would be helpful for the growth of the ling grains.
His mind moved and the cloud started to rain. Among the rain drops that were like silver threads, the lively energy contained was even thicker than the moisture in the cloud.