Chapter Eleven The Money Grubbing Zombie (2/2)
He knew it wasn’t easy but he wasn’t afraid.
At the Eastern Peak, Li Ying Feng was listening to a female disciple narrate.
“We went to check at Dong Fu. The price of the ling grasses have been continually rose recently. Like green sword grass. A while ago, it was five pieces of first-grade jingshi a picul, now it’s risen to eight pieces. The prices of the other ling grasses grew even more. They are saying that the conflict at Bloody Sky Metropolis Jie has escalated so the prices are increasing everywhere.”
When the female disciple was saying this, she was on the verge of tears. The other female disciples’ faces were also bleak.
Li Ying Feng’s heart stuttered. On her face, she pretended to be calm. Eight first-grade jingshi for a picul. The amount of ling grass that the stables needed everyday was astonishing. Even if her family was wealthy, she couldn’t endure such squandering.
These few days, she tried to uproot these weeds but the growth of the ling grasses didn’t seem to recover at all and were still withered. In the ling fields, the weeds appeared again with astounding speed. If the situation continued, they would quickly face a situation where they had no supply of ling grass.
“Shijie, the money-grubber from last time came again!” A female disciple said, full of disdain.
“He still has the face to come?”
“You forgot, when did he have something like face?”
“That’s so true!”
……
Xiao Guo pouted, her adorable apple face wrinkling into a ball as she stared in discontent at the shijie.
Li Ying Feng’s eyes lit up instead and she almost rushed away. Her experience surpassed all the other shimei greatly. If Zuo Mo didn’t have any news, it was normal. But coming to the Eastern Peak, it made Li Ying Feng think about the words that Zuo Mo had said before he left.
Was it……
When Li Ying Feng saw Zuo Mo, she was shocked.
Zuo Mo’s hair was a mess, his eyes filled with blood, his sockets deep in his face. A strange odor came from his body. He seemed like a beggar.
Other than Li Ying Feng and Xiao Guo, the other female disciples had a face full of disdain as they stood far away.
“I found a solution.” Zuo Mo’s simple words let Li Ying Feng and Xiao Guo enter into rapture.
Disregarding the disdainful and suspicious gazes of the other female disciples, Zuo Mo headed straight into the ling fields.
He didn’t waste any words. Reaching out with a pair of skeleton-like hands, he rapidly started a spell.
Li Ying Feng stared with large eyes, afraid to miss anything. The familiarity of Zuo Mo’s finger movements and the ease with which he controlled the ling energy made her even more certain this shidi hid away deeply.
The glowing fingertips drew an unnamed formation diagram.
“Go!”
A dry voice, harsh and dissonant.
The glowing formation entered the ling field soundlessly.
“That’s all? But nothing changed!” A female disciple shrieked.
That was like a fuse. Instantly, the other female disciples that disliked Zuo Mo found a target.
“Che, just drawing a few characters and want to fool us? Too naïve!”
“Please, be more professional when conning people!”
…….
“All of you shut up!” Li Ying Feng roared angrily. All the voices choked off. They found that at some unknown time, shijie’s expression had become peerlessly ugly. Her face was icy. They instantly sank into cold terror.
“This kind of weed is yang-type. I researched it. Most of the ling grasses you plant belong to yin. You could use [Art of Earth Energy] to concentrate the yin of the earth energy. It would nourish the ling grasses and can suppress the weeds. Half the work, twice the effect.”
Finishing, Zuo Mo raised his hands towards Li Ying Feng and then left.
Returning to the yard, Zuo Mo dropped into slumber.
Thinking that he had finished what he had wanted to do, he was content. After not sleeping or resting for these days, he already ran out of energy.
When he woke up, it was the next day. The morning sunlight made his mood light. He idly ate a few things and just like normal, he started his classes for the day.
The training of his finger motions were one of his prioritized studies at present. Before this, he rarely had practiced finger movements. The finger movements of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] had been very simple.
But of it, he had suffered greatly at the [Art of Flora]’s complicated finger motions. Up until now even though he persisted in practicing everyday, he could only just manage to complete the spell. It was far from familiarity. He didn’t dare to relax on the practice of [Art of Aged Gold]. He had just gotten to the second level and needed time to consolidate and stabilize it.
Roughly calculating, he had learned all five kinds of arts once and had his own conclusions.
The five kinds of arts had their own emphasis. [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] emphasized the manipulation of ling energy, [Art of Flora] finger movements, [Art of Aged Gold] used consciousness, [Art of Earth Energy] emphasized communication and interaction, [Art of Crimson Flame]’s crux was the calmness of mind and endurance.
At this time, Zuo Mo found an unique pattern. It looked as though the five kinds of arts were not related but in reality, they supported each other. His strongest was [Little Art of Cloud and Rain], which aided him greatly for learning the other four arts. And the complicated finger movement practice of [Art of Flora] greatly increased the skill of his finger movement so he was even more skilled at doing [Little Art of Cloud and Rain.]
After patrolling the ling fields under his name, he then made rain for the medicine fields in Cold Mist Valley. He didn’t have any news of Hao Min shijie, and didn’t know where the two people had gone to be free. But he didn’t have any grudges towards this unpaid job now. The only thing he hated was that there was a distance between Cold Mist Valley and his residence and he had to spend a significant amount of time on the road every day.
When he came back from Cold Mist Valley, he was shocked to find two people waiting outside the doorway to his little yard.