Chapter Eighteen Soup (1/2)
Chapter Eighteen Soup
In the seclusion room, Zuo Mo mediated with his legs in the lotus position.
He was furiously practising [Embryonic Breathing Spirit Cultivation], the damned [Embryonic Breathing Spirit Cultivation]!
The damned Pu Yao!
He cursed the maniac countless times. After exploding yesterday night, he was brutally oppressed. His consciousness was once again heavily wounded, torn to pieces by Pu Yao. The result of the wounds in his consciousness was the heart-wrenching pain. Now, without needing Pu Yao’s urging, he furiously practised [Embryonic Breathing Spirit Cultivation].
Once his head cooled down, Zuo Mo wanted to cry. That night, he should have never gone to the ling fields. Thinking about Pu Yao, that coldness and cunning that could burrow into the bones, it was like a venomous snake slowly sliding up the bottom of his pants. That uncontrollable terror spread through the entire body.
The brutal suppression last night, it also made him attain a deep understanding of an unattainable gap between the power levels of the two of them.
A strong, perverse madman!
Zuo Mo already expected that his future was a patch of darkness.
This guy didn’t have goodwill from the very start. From the black sea in the beginning, to the sword energy, and his spirit being wounded, then to [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation], step by step, he became the lamb being led to slaughter.
The pitiful him, he had though that there was only a bad-tempered neighbour living in there, he didn’t think it was a wicked yaomo.
If he was only suspicious before, now he was one hundred percent sure that Pu was yaomo. Other than yaomo, who would be so evil?
Slowly waking up, like the chaos before creation, Zuo Mo opened his eyes and lightly breathed out that breath of air that had been circulating inside his body all this time.
This breath was long and continuous. When it was being exhaled, it was as concise as an arrow.
Zuo Mo felt slightly reassured. This [Embryonic Breathing Spirit Cultivation] was a miracle. The pain in his spirit had lessened greatly and he could clearly feel his spirit stabilizing. When Pu Yao had just flicked his finger last night, his consciousness had almost been completely scattered.
He didn’t know where [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] came from. The words were cryptic and hard to understand. The syntax it used was the opposite of the jade stick that Zuo Mo had brought. He had used a lot of energy before he barely managed to understand the first chapter.
He didn’t think to go ask Pu Yao. The lessons in tears and blood told him, to try to take advantage of that guy, just wait to get tricked.
The first chapter was called [Chapter of Spiritual Concentration], it talked about how to meditate and condense the spirit, stabilizing the consciousness.
This was exactly what Zuo Mo needed at the moment. After continuous injury, his consciousness was almost in shreds. If he couldn’t fix it soon, it was probably that he could enter madness. As to the one breath Pu Yao mentioned, it meant being able to complete a whole embryonic breath.
Embryonic breath was the core of [Embryonic Breath Spiritual Cultivation] and it was the most basic cultivation method. It was also a kind of breathing that Zuo Mo hadn’t even heard of. Supposedly, it originated in the breathing of humans when they were embryos. They didn’t need to use mouth and nose to breath, but required to use the entire body as opening, take the air as thin strands and suck it in bit by bit before spreading it throughout the body. Hundreds of these tiny streams of air would circulate through the body, merge and then exhaled through the nose and mouth.
The holes and points on the body were like the stars in a galaxy. They couldn’t be measured. The nose and mouth were the biggest, the points on the body were second. The most abundant were those small, unable to be seen tiny holes that spread around the body.
Zuo Mo was very curious how the elder that had created this scripture had thought of such an outlandish method. Like goes with like. The scripture that Pu Yao, that crazy abnormal madman, threw out, it was just as abnormal as him.
He still couldn’t find a way to finish a whole embryonic breath.
Pu Yao’s words weren’t empty threats. It was clearly written in the [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation]. The last few days, he was really still using his nose and mouth to breath. No matter what, his first priority was stabilizing his spirit. If his spirit was unstable, just the occasional pain was enough to take Zuo Mo’s little life.
But when Zuo Mo’s consciousness managed to slightly stabilize, he would have to face a question. The question of completing a whole embryonic breath. One breath, it was the trademark of the introduction to [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation].
The deadline of three months was like a cloud over his head.
When he thought about the light of insanity in Pu Yao’s eyes when he talked about torture, Zuo Mo was certain if he really couldn’t achieve one breath in the three months and was facing a reversal of blood flow, Pu Yao would be watching in interest from the side at his painful state.
Such a tragic life!
Zuo Mo gritted his teeth and cursed the renyao inside, the fires of anger burning.
Suddenly, news from the sound tablet beside him aroused his attention.
“Continuing after the increase in price of the ling grains last month, this month’s ling grains price once again increases. The demand for high grade ling grains has greatly increased, pulling along the price of low-grade ling grains to also increase……”
He shook. The price of ling grains were rising! This was undoubtedly the best news he heard in the last few days.
Pu Yao suddenly came out: “Such an interesting thing.”
Zuo Mo started with wide eyes. A long pause later, he finally managed to react, pointing at Pu Yao, incoherently asking: “You you you ran out?”
Pu Yao blinked his dark red right eye: “Why why why can’t I come out?”
“Don’t you have to stay in the consciousness?” Zuo Mo asked dumbly.
“Who told you that?” Pu Yao turned to him, face baffled, as he asked in return.
Zuo Mo was speechless. Inside, he couldn’t help but wail. It seemed that he didn’t even have the last bit of bargaining power. So the other could really move out ……
Pu Yao listened for a while and yawned: “Oh, looks like a war is starting.”
“War?” Zuo Mo didn’t understand.
Pu Yao didn’t explain. He swept the sound tablet into his grasp, and faintly stated: “This thing is mine now.” Before the voice landed, he disappeared with the sound tablet.