Chapter One Hundred and Three – Inspiration (1/2)

Chapter One Hundred and Three – Inspiration

Zuo Mo had felt before that he had a very good understanding of the world over that last two years. At least, he knew the area of Dong Fu very well. But when a decorative belt carved with [Martial Bearing] sold for such a price, he suddenly felt that there were still many things he did not understand.

He quickly recovered from the blow that jingshi had dealt him.

Refocusing, Zuo Mo found that there were many more people on the street than before. Strangely and exotically dressed people passed him by, and were clearly not locals.

“Bro, there’s so many people. Is something big happening in Dong Fu recently?” Zuo Mo found a shopkeeper that was waving a bell outside.

This shopkeeper discreetly swept across the talismans on Zuo Mo’s body and pushed out a smile, respectfully answering, “Elder may not know. These people have all come for the Dong Fu Sword Test Conference. This sword conference has really shook Sky Moon Jie. For the last half year, almost all of the young experts have gathered in Dong Fu,” He then made a little flattery, and earnestly said, “This one sees that Elder is young but is powerful. If you go to try, you certainly come out on top.”

Zuo Mo finally understood. So it was the sword test conference. He had heard that Dong Fu was planning on holding a sword test conference but hadn’t thought that it would be an event of such magnitude. He was very surprised.

Having understood the situation, Zuo Mo didn’t have much interest left. Something like a sword test conference, it didn’t have too much to do with him. A place where all the experts will gather, since he was only a zhuji there was nothing for him to do there. If Wei Sheng Shixiong was attending, he would go watch. Other than that, he didn’t have any interest.

It was more practical to earn jingshi, and cultivate. He hummed a little tune, sitting on the paper crane and swaying as he flew back to Wu Kong Mountain.

Walking into the Little West Wind Yard, he was struck dumb.

A snow-white big bird was standing on his rooftop, posturing. The proudness of the aura, it was like a princess high up, dressing up in front of a mirror.

These days, when did birds become show-offs?

He seemed to feel that this white bird was somewhat familiar, but no matter how hard he thought, he didn’t remember who in the sect would have such an extraordinary looking big bird. This big bird was entirely snow white without one feather discolored. The beak was a pure clean sky blue. It looked extremely anthropomorphic, and intelligent. This mount, it definitely would be expensive.

Who lost their mount? Zuo Mo couldn’t help but wonder.

The snowy bird that had been posturing saw Zuo Mo standing at the door out of the corner of its eyes, and its body froze.

Zuo Mo caught this little movement. He first paused, and then unhesitatingly swore, “Silly Bird, get down!”

So this was his grey-beaked goose. But, why did it change to look like this? Zuo Mo wondered inside. Was this the effect of the stone milk?

The snowy bird bashfully came down from the roof, running on front of Zuo Mo and rubbed fawningly against him.

The hairs on Zuo Mo’s body stood up, “Stay away from me, female bird!”

The snowy bird seemed to hurtfully lower its head.

“Ah, so the feathers changed. Oh, your body got slightly larger,” Zuo Mo made two circles around the snowy bird. Seeing Zuo Mo examining her, the snowy bird instantly puffed up its chest, exuding a proud demeanor.

Seeing the snowy bird act like this, Zuo Mo was infuriated. He slapped the snowy bird’s head, angrily saying, “You almost ruined ge’s ling fields, did you know that? Ah! I’m telling you, if you dare to damage the ling fields one bit, ge will pluck your feathers and cook you!”

Hearing Zuo Mo say “pluck”, the snowy bird was aghast, its pair of wings securely blocking its chest as it stumbled back a few steps.

Seeing the anthropomorphic move of the snowy bird, Zuo Mo grinned. He really didn’t have to argue with a silly bird.

“Just go somewhere else.”

Zuo Mo threw down these words and then went into his rooms.

His life had finally returned to normal. After clearing his debts, the remaining jingshi had been silently taken away by Pu Yao. Zuo Mo could not do anything. Pu Yao was just too skilled. He didn’t need Zuo Mo’s agreement, and it didn’t matter where Zuo Mo hid it, he could always find it easily, and then unceremoniously take all of it.

When Zuo Mo found out, the jingshi had disappeared for a few days. With fury, Zuo Mo ran over to talk with Pu Yao. Each time, he was defeated by Pu Yao’s indifference.

To go from wealthy to penniless in the blink of an eye, Zuo Mo wanted to spit blood.

However, what comforted him was that, perhaps it was the effect of the jingshi, the sea of flames inside his consciousness had recovered greatly.