Chapter One Hundred and Seventeen – What Happened (2/2)

Other than his mind blanking for an instantly, there was no response. Zuo Mo was dumbstruck.

“Haha!” Pu Yao roared with laughter.

Was it really just luck? Zuo Mo didn’t believe it. Or did this thing only have an effect against yin fiends?

“We finally managed to encountered a somewhat good yin fiend and you got rid of it,” Pu Yao seemed to be disinterested and threw out a few jingshi. Zuo Mo felt the scene in front of his eyes flash and they were back in the stone room.

After returning, Pu Yao went back into the sea of consciousness. He sat down again on the gravestone and closed his eye. Zuo Mo felt that this guy was probably full and was now digesting it all.

Only after returning to the familiar stone room did Zuo Mo feel the heavy exhaustion. He had spent a whole day with his mind on high alert, especially when he had encountered the last few yin fiends. He had spent a lot of energy. Not caring that the ground was cold and wet, he fell asleep on the rock.

“Don’t forget!”

“Even in death, you must not forget!”

… …

As Zuo Mo dreamed, a warm green light rose at his chest, turning into a thin stream and spread into his limbs and organs.

Pu Yao sat on the gravestone, coldly staring at the faraway space.

The Sword Test Conference was full of excitement. Young experts that lit up the eyes of the audience continuously appeared. The special energy that young expert had caused this Sword Test Conference to be full of emotion. Most of the young cultivators were heavy on the offense and light on the defense. A common scene of the Sword Test Conference was flames and light spreading all around.

This was just the preliminary Sword Test Conference. More and more young xiuzhe were rushing to get to Dong Fu.

One by one, unfamiliar and unknown names quickly became familiar.

Zuo Mo opened his eyes and climbed up from the wet and cold ground. He stretched out his limbs and felt that his strength had recovered. He looked at the surroundings. The stone room was cold and silent. Without him noticing, he had lost his dependence on the ling vein in the rock room. The vein was now used to make dan, one, because it was quite enough and no one would disturb him, and two, was the ling spring was a very good place for the water method.

He glanced at the lingdan in the ling spring and put the Water Drop sword into the ling spring to nurture it. This method didn’t produce any visible effects but it could change the quality of the Water Drop sword from the ground up.

After finishing this, he coiled his legs and sat down, sinking into his thoughts.

He had gained a lot from his trip to the sword cave.

How to use the formation disks, the effects of each formation disk, stealing how to use the yin splinter from the yin fiends. Even though he didn’t really understand the result of what he had copied using the yin bead, but he knew that it worked. It was just that he didn’t understand it. Other than that, his biggest discovery was that he found he was lacking life-saving measures. The coordination of low level moves could have power, but the premise was that it required preparations for many situations. If he suddenly encountered danger, he basically had no time to consider how to group together those spells.

Other than that, the seal soldier could only be used once and it took a long time for it to activate. That meant it was fated not to be useful in emergencies.

The only thing he could rely upon was the Water Drop sword. However, just relying on the Water Drop sword, he was not secure.

A true sword xiu would have absolute confidence in their flying sword and sword scripture, like Wei Sheng Shixiong. But this definitely did not include Zuo Mo. He never thought of himself as a pure sword xiu and had no basis for such self confidence.

His gaze landed on the yin fire bead.

He had endured great hardship and trouble the last time when he made the yin fire bead. He naturally didn’t bear to use up the one yin fire bead that he had gone to great trouble to make. He had never been clear about the power of the yin fire bead. After he had processed so many materials in Dong Fu, his control of the Stalagmite fire had gone up a level. Adding on the aid of the fire formation, he had the confidence to make a finished yin fire bead. It was just that he hadn’t thought about this at all. In this trip to the sword cave, after the dangers he had encountered, he deeply felt the importance of life-saving measures. At a crucial time, if he had one or two tricks up his sleeve, it would be a completely different outcome.

Zuo Mo went to an unpopulated mountain valley. This pace was more than a hundred kilometers from Wu Kong Mountain. The old trees in the mountain valley reached for the sky, giving him a great covering.

The yin bead had put him in extreme danger. He knew deeply that this item could not be seen and was even more careful.

After finding a position to stand, he took out the yin fire bead. The cloud like patterns on the bead was extremely beautiful.

In the [Yin Fire Bead Chapter], there were all kinds of strange and weird ways to use the yin fire bead. Because he hadn’t had the yin fire bead before, Zuo Mo hadn’t really studied them. This time, he decided to really take a good look. He quickly picked out a finger spell called [Finger Throw]. It fulfilled Zuo Mo’s demands: simple finger moves, and pretty good power.

Alone, he stayed in the mountain valley and practiced [Finger Throw].

[Finger Throw] was not complicated. It was constructed out of five finger motions. However, the ling power manipulations related to it was slightly complex. Thankfully, even though Zuo Mo’s cultivation was limited, but his control of ling power was extremely outstanding. The degree of difficulty was just a minor problem for him.

After two hours, he had pretty much grasped the finger throw. Four hours later, he was extremely familiar.

Feeling that it was enough, he stopped his practice.

He was extremely curious, using the finger throw to cast the yin fire bead, what would the power be?

Translator Ramblings: Wasn’t this chapter fun? The recurring nightmare comes again. I wonder if this world has sleeping aids or something that could prevent dreams that Zuo Mo is ignorant about.

The discussion about whether the Stalagmite fire was cold or yin or both is really bothering me so I’ll go search and see. For what I remember as the first time in this story, a long description of an instant finally happened.