Chapter Ninety Four – Why Do My Eyes Always Have Tears (2/2)

But, for jingshi, ge will bear it!

Zuo Mo tragically and furiously continued to channel ling power, speeding up the rate of ling energy absorption. The ling energy from the air, when it was absorbed into the body, needed to go through a process of refining before it can be turned into cultivation. The purer the ling energy, the stronger the power, the more easily it could be controlled and would not influence the mind. Zuo Mo couldn’t care that much right now. Impure ling power was still ling power. At least, it could work in a pinch. Right now, he was like a starving man who hadn’t eaten in ten years. Any bit of ling energy, he would ravenously pull it in.

With the supply of new ling power, Zuo Mo could finally relax.

The quality of the yin fire bead that would be forged wasn’t something Zuo Mo was going to consider at this point. He would thank the heavens and earth if he could just finish.

Ge’s life is always so tragic! Zuo Mo was tragically angry. Absorbing the Stalagmite fire, he had almost lost his little life. Forging the yin fire bead, he was in great pain. The piercing pain from his feet, the jerking pain from his consciousness being split in three, the tearing pain from the impure ling power moving in his channels… …

Why do my eyes always contain tears, because I love the jingshi so deeply… …

— Still painful!

Zuo Mo was shocked that he had the time for such nonsensical thoughts at this time, but he quickly didn’t have the attention. Ling energy, not having been purified, it was much harder to control. The spells that he could easily complete before now became extremely difficult. The interior of his body was at a precarious equilibrium. The slightest shift and the balance would be broken, leading to a complete loss.

Therefore, he bore the pain and the tears, carefully maintaining the equilibrium inside his body.

In the rock room, Zuo Mo was like a whirlpool, the ling energy surrounding him flooding in.

As the ling energy entered his body, the Stalagmite fire in front of him grew.

Zuo Mo’s clothes moved despite the lack of wind, flapping around. The sweat on his forehead continuously poured down. Even the dense ling energy in the rock room couldn’t endure the ferocity of Zuo Mo’s absorption and emptied out. Only the ling energy from the ling vein continuously entered the bottom of Zuo Mo’s feet.

The bottom of Zuo Mo’s feet were now bright red, like heated metal. If one looked closely, they would discover the rock-hard leg now seemed as though it had epilepsy, contorting and jerking.

When the last spell was cast into the Stalagmite fire, Zuo Mo couldn’t stand up anymore, collapsing to the ground.

He was so tired he didn’t even want to move a finger. His entire body was like a toad that had been de-sinewed, his limbs doing strange convulsing motions.

Pain!

As he lied down, he instantly started to wail. The tearing pain of his channels, the throbbing pain from his wounded consciousness, and the piercing pain from the bottom of his feet. They all reminded him how bad his state was.

After wailing for a while, Zuo Mo struggled up and crawled to pick up the yin fire bead.

The grey yin bead now seemed like clear glass. There were strands of white patterns inside, like clouds floating on a blue sky.

So beautiful!

Zuo Mo’s eyes became intoxicated. He felt that the pain he had just suffered through was worth it. He didn’t know how powerful this yin fire bead was but looking at such a beautiful bead, and thinking about how hard it had been to make it, did he bear to use it to test its power?

Like it was a treasure, he carefully put it away.

He struggled to stand and instantly shouted in pain. At some unknown time, his right foot had swollen into a ball. Just the slightest touch, much less walking, would result in a sharp needle likepain.

It really was people die for wealth, animals die for food!

Zuo Mo thought as he maintained a strange posture as he jumped on one leg out of the rock room.

For this yin fire bead, he had paid a serious price. It was relatively easy to deal with the wound in his consciousness. [Embryonic Breathing Spiritual Cultivation] was specifically for healing consciousness wounds. What was more serious was the damage in his channels. He had to run to Fragrant Ginger Yard to find Xu Qing for a few medical dan in order to slowly heal him. Thankfully, for xiuzhe, channel damage might not be usual but it was one of the most common situations so the sect didn’t lack for treatments.

When Xu Qing saw Zuo Mo’s sorry state, she was very shocked.

Zuo Mo Shixiong’s name was now known far and wide. At least, the name of the Scalping Zombie was known in the area around Wu Kong Sword Sect. The wastrels from Ling Ying Sect, it had been quite a few days since they came to harass the sect. Who had beaten Shixiong this badly?

However, it wasn’t her place to ask. She hurriedly took out five medical dan, handing them to Zuo Mo. Seeing Zuo Mo take them and turn around, she hesitated, and then weakly added: “Shixiong, it’s one piece of third-grade jingshi for each dan. In total, it’s five third-grade jingshi.’

The one-legged Zuo Mo’s body shook. He almost fell down. He really made a great loss! And right now, he didn’t have one jingshi left. He could only wave his hand, deferring: “On the tab!”

One piece of jingshi stumped heroes!

“Oh.” Xu Qing nodded and then reminded Zuo Mo: “Shixiong, the payment deadline is in ten days, don’t forget! Shixiong is owing, let me see.” Finishing, she took out a little book and flipped two pages, reciting: “The materials that Shixiong had been using for dan-making hadn’t been cleared yet. Adding on today, in total, it is thirty pieces of third-grade jingshi!”

Zuo Mo felt everything darken… …

Translator Ramblings: Everything for jingshi! Zuo Mo is really lacking in knowledge. It’s a bit like telling a three year old how to make dynamite and telling him it explodes but not anything else.