Chapter Three Hundred and Seventy Eight – Black Smoke Yao’s Suggestion (2/2)
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“Congratulations, Elder Feng! Congratulations, Elder Feng!” Another supervisor bowed to Feng Xin Zi, unable to disguise the envy on his face and a hint of fawning. Feng Xin Zi had become the newest elder of the Genius Alliance Elder Council. The status of the two were completely different.
Congratulatory greetings came from the surroundings.
Feng Xin Zi had a humble smile on his face. “Thanks.”
He had come to bid farewell to everyone. After he reconstructed the third prison, the discussions about the Genius Alliance had abruptly stopped. All the major yao channels had stopped their scorn and praised the power of the Genius Alliance.
The enormous potential he displayed was very well favored by the higher levels. Even the leader of the Genius Alliance, Ming Yue Ye, had on multiple occasions, expressed her admiration.
Feng Xin Zi patiently bid farewell with every supervisor and member before leaving.
“Daren, I heard that the main division has countless yao arts, including sky and earth levels, is it true?” Xiao Jin blinked her adorable eyes and was full of anticipation. She was Feng Xin Zi’s follower, growing up with Feng Xin Zi like a sibling.
“Supposedly.” Feng Xin Zi was looking into the distance. He turned and replied with a smile.
“That’s wonderful! In the future, Daren will have sky level yao arts!” Xiao Jin was extremely happy.
Feng Xin Zi gave another slight smile but did not speak.
“Daren Daren, there is a very fun matter. That Xiao Mo Ge actually put up a stage, and is taking fees. How can there be such a greedy yao in the world!” Xiao Jin’s round face was filled with shock.
Feng Xin Zi saw Xiao Jin’s adorable appearance and couldn’t help but rub her head.
Xiao Jin’s face wrinkled and she said discontently, “Daren, you messed up Xiao Jin’s hair again!”
“Haha!” Feng Xin Zi laughed freely. “Let’s go!”
“Daren, wait for me!”
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“Do you think we are going to get money?” Nan Yue asked Cang Ze uncertainly.
“I don’t know.” Cang’s mood was low and he almost seemed to cry. The Grey Clan had been in decline for a long time, and resorted to staying in an out of the way place, but it was an ancient clan that had guarded the Golden Tree. When had they done such embarrassing things? He was the junior clan leader, and he was going to be clan leader in the future!
But he did not display any temper at all. His objections in front of Daren’s decisiveness was as weak as the breath of an ant.
Daren had a decisive presence, his eyes filled with domination, a great hero. Cang Ze admired him inside, but that quality of greediness … …
Nan Yue did not notice Cang Ze’s low mood and was eager. “I hadn’t expected that black ghost with such an ordinary appearance to have such evil ideas. So black. But this idea is really good! I hope we can earn a lot this time!”
The Wisteria Clan of the South Sky had declined far more than the Grey Clan. After struggling at the lowest level of society for such a long time, they had long ago forgotten their past glory and the pride of a great clan. Such a taxing life had taught Nan Yue the difficulty of survival and the importance of money. Due to this, she was in strong agreement with the black smoke yao’s idea.
To be able to get money honestly, and to resolve trouble at the same time, the black smoke male’s idea fit Zuo Mo’s intentions very well.
“Nan Yue, pay attention to taking in the money. Only those that have paid have the qualifications.” Zuo Mo was like an experienced battle general calmly directing, “It would be best to hire a yao for the accounts. Oh, the first round, Cang Ze is up first.”
“I’m up first!” The orange-haired yao impatiently jumped out. He put his hands on his waist and laughed. “Haha, today is the day I become famous. You need to keep your eyes open and watch how I beat down all of them!”
Zuo Mo did not object. The orange-haired yao’s strange physique which could not be killed made him the best choice for the first round.
However, since they were paying, he naturally had to provide the best service. Ooh, the prison battlefield should be changed. Compared to other places, the intimate presence of the battlefield was greater. What reassured Zuo Mo the most was that barely discernable presence of the wasteland beast.
The strength of the wasteland beast was branded into his heart. He had asked Pu Yao about the wasteland beast but Pu Yao had been silent each time. Zuo Mo was used to Pu Yao’s secretiveness. This guy had too many secrets.
Okay, let all those secrets and old anitques go to hell, what ge loves is jingshi!
Zuo Mo was full of motivation.
The prison battlefield was completely transformed. This place had become Zuo Mo’s home territory. Compared to the peace outside, the prison battlefield was full of danger with each step. Lots of yao arts in the style of “Little Mo Ge” were swimming about. If it touched anything the slightest bit, then the successive attacks were like debtors being chased by creditors.
To guarantee that only yao that had paid the fee could enter, Zuo Mo had used the prison battlefield to its limits. The densely packed yao arts made even his scalp prickle. Zuo Mo even put down large amounts of illusory formations in the pathway that he left behind. This weren’t the low level things like ice blade illusory formations. This was a big illusory formation he had spent four hours to finish.
The yao arts inside the prison battlefield were obedient in his hands. He could merge them into the illusory formation as he wished. After the illusory formation was complete, he was well satisfied.
If they planned on forcing their way in, ha, wait to feel the pain.
Zuo Mo’s confidence in formations was much stronger than his confidence in his half-learned yao arts. Zuo Mo’s beautiful illusory formation shocked Nan Yue and the other yao. The admiration in their eyes was like a flood. Even the black smoke yao that had a black face and a black heart was very astonished.
In the yao world, the path of formations was famed for its difficulty in comprehension. There were very few yao that were skilled in formations.
Xiao Mo Ge was skilled in formations!
A thread of strangeness flashed across the eyes of the black smoke yao.
Translator Ramblings: The back and forth between Zuo Mo and the Genius Alliance continues! Zuo Mo needs money. Isn’t the black smoke yao clever? A yao after Zuo Mo’s own heart!