Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Three – Bountiful Harvest (1/2)
Chapter One Hundred and Ninety Three – Bountiful Harvest
When Pu Yao came out, Zuo Mo’s first response was, “Two hours haven’t passed yet!!”
He was still thinking about the promise that Pu Yao had made. If he could get rid of this group in under two hours he would learn the next move of [Little Thousand Leaf Hands]! Zuo Mo hungered for the [Little Thousand Leaf Hands]. Of the three moves of [Little Thousand Leaf Hands] that he had learned each move had played a crucial role in this battle. The [Little Thousand Leaf Hands] were all very good spells. If they were not powerful then they had special uses.
Most importantly, what it consumed was spiritual power and not ling power. To Zuo Mo presently, spells that used spiritual power were much more practical than spells that used ling power.
“I changed my mind,” Pu Yao said.
Hearing this, Zuo Mo was infuriated, “What did you say? Changed your mind? I just finished busting my ass off, and you changed your mind?”
Pu Yao waved his hands, he wasn’t angry, “I’ll teach you a move of [Little Thousand Leaf Hands].”
Zuo Mo’s anger instantly extinguished and turned to curiosity, “Then what did you change your mind about?” One move of [Little Thousand Leaf Hands] being guaranteed he naturally was calm.
“These people should not be killed,” Pu Yao said, his expression deep.
“Not be killed?” Zuo Mo stilled, “Keep them for what? These people don’t blink an eye when they kill, it would cause problems to keep them.”
From any angle, Zuo Mo was not a generous and kind person. Also, to speak of kindness with these wandering bandits that killed without batting an eye, that was purely seeking death. It was better to take everything from their bodies and then kill them.
“Constructing the Nether Pool requires manual labor,” Pu Yao said.
“Oh, you aren’t afraid of them rebelling?” Zuo Mo pointed at the crux.
“I am a Sky Yao!” Pu Yao rolled his eyes. The implicit meaning was, to a honored Sky Yao, this was just a little problem.
Zuo Mo smirked, and didn’t give him any face, “Sky Yao? Who told me to run back there?”
Pu Yao paused, his old face slightly red.
Zuo Mo didn’t dare to provoke this guy. He pointed at the Black Wind Bandits inside the formation, and said, “Manual laborers don’t need talismans, right?”
Pu Yao waved his hand generously, “No.”
Zuo Mo looked with some sympathy at the wandering bandits. Landing in the hands of a perverse renyao, it was a fate worse than death! It could be imagined just how dark their future days would be.
However, Zuo Mo was not kind due to feeling sympathy.
He and Lil’ Pagoda, one in the light and one in the dark, used the power of the formation to beat the wandering bandits unconscious. Zuo Mo didn’t even leave them any clothing, taking everything, before he contentedly threw a bunch of naked people at Pu Yao.
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The Skyring Moon Chime Formation and the moon in the sky disappeared from the Desolate Wood Reef. There was nothing left except one big pit after another, showing that a battle had taken place here.
Bo Feng who had been watching from afar shook his head, his tone carrying wonderment, “It seems all of the Black Wind Bandits are dead.”
The Black Wind Bandits were dead!
As the words came out, everyone was shocked. They had been pursuing the Black Wind Bandits recently. The longer they trailed them the more uncertain they felt. The strong strength that the Black Wind Bandits displayed made them lack self-confidence. The only confidence they had was that they had more experts on their side. Bo Feng, Gui Feng, and Chang Heng were ningmai experts that were famous in Sky Moon Jie.
But even if they had three experts, they had thought if the two sides met it would be a hard battle.
Who would have thought a zhuji, relying on a formation on an island, in a period of time less than two hours, had completely killed all of the Black Wind Bandits!
Chang Heng and Gui Feng looked at the Desolate Wood Reef which had resumed its normal appearance and instantly understood. Gui Feng’s expression was full of disbelief. He had fought Zuo Mo before. Any way he viewed Zuo Mo, Zuo Mo should not have grown to such a point that he could kill all of the Black Wind Bandits by himself. If it was Wei Sheng, he would have found it somewhat possible.
Cheng Heng looked much more composed. Even the light in his eyes had dimmed greatly. He seemed to be pondering something.
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Zuo Mo did not know people were watching him. He was contentedly checking his spoils, Lil’ Pagoda observing from the side. Silly Bird had ran out. However, Silly Bird was much more composed than Lil’ Pagoda, raising her neck up high, her attitude proud as she stepped her little bird steps, as though she thought of jingshi as dirt. However, the occasional glance out of the corner of her eye revealed her nefarious aims. The black gold worm directly burrowed into the little mountain and didn’t come out.
The other shidi came out. They felt as though they were dreaming.
They first saw Zuo Mo Shixiong, and then they saw the mountains of talismans and jingshi!
After that, they turned to stone.
Zuo Mo’s eyes were bright, saliva dripping out of the corner of his mouth that he did not wipe away.
Good things! Good things!
He picked up one, and then picked up another, his expression intoxicated and occasionally laughed.
However, the practical Zuo Mo decided he needed to check his personal wealth. He might have made a mountain of profit, but he had also spent a lot. No matter if it was Golden Crow Fire, or yin fire bead, they were not cheap. The cost of recovery for his wounds, and the nurturing of the Buddha Sound Hoop were also not going to be a small number!
He needed to break even.
Click-clack, click-clack, Zuo Mo started to pick through the pile. He rejoiced that he had the experience of processing materials with the Stalagmite fire before. The numbers of items that had passed through his hands was enormous, and helped create his keen pair of eyes.
The profits this time were very rich. There were more than a hundred flying swords, but their grades weren’t very high. The highest grade was Zhang Hao’s heavy sword, fourth-grade, the sword body was ancient and thick, extremely heavy in the hand, and carved with “Mountain Opener.”