Chapter Three Hundred and Eight Four – New Tenant (2/2)

Zuo Mo refocused and raised his eyebrows. “Oh, not bad! This can be your yearly rent!” He then twisted his mouth at Pu Yao. “Pu, learn from this, look how proactive this person is.”

“Your praise is Wei’s honor!” Wei bowed towards Zuo Mo.

Zuo Mo did not even look at Pu Yao’s pot black face and left with bravado.

Pu Yao’s expression was unfriendly. The shadowed bloody pupil stared with coldness at Wei.

Wei calmly met Pu Yao’s gaze. “As per our agreement, I did not pass him a mo skill.”

“Remember your situation. Do not try to infuriate me.” Pu Yao’s bloody pupil narrowed as he coldly spoke, “I’ve sealed your wretched stele. I cannot destroy it, hee hee, but if you anger me, you can think of the consequences.”

“You do not need to threaten me.” Wei was not afraid, “I’ve never betrayed my oath.”

“Tsk tsk, so honourable! So honourable that you had to pretend to be Daren?”

“The oath is will. Actions that do not betray the will are weapons; there is no right or wrong.”

“Excuses!”

“My will!”

Zuo Mo’s mood was even better now that he received a sixth-grade spell. He had guessed Wei’s identity at the start because he noticed the light of the seal on the gravestone. Even though Pu Yao was usually very arrogant, he could not casually bring other souls intoZuo Mo’s sea of consciousness. In the past, even Pu Yao had caused a great disturbance when he had entered the sea of consciousness. How could another person arrive in the sea of consciousness without Zuo Mo detecting it?

Even more, he noticed that Pu Yao’s attitude towards Wei was unfriendly, but there were no further actions. Thinking about the ancient voice back when Pu Yao had entered his sea of consciousness, the answer was obvious.

He had originally planned on squeezing out a small sum, but Wei’s offering was much more than he had imagined. A sixth-grade spell to start with, ha, this was very profitable!

Zuo Mo was filled with smugness.

Even though [Attainment Golden Body] was a dhyana xiu spell, but it still held great value as a reference for him. Also, he had a dhyana xiu subordinate. Wasn’t Zong Ru just lacking a good dhyana xiu spell? Zong Ru was from an unorthodox background but he was still able to form an abnhinna. If this sixth-grade dhyana xiu spell was added, he could definitely go up another level.

In a good mood, Zuo Mo did not forget what was most urgent at this moment. There wasn’t enough time to carefully inspect the good thing in his hand, he hurried towards the Wasteland Beast Chessboard.

What had happened with the stage in the prison battlefield? He was very curious and bewildered. What had happened? Why could he not remember anything at all? He had been too worked up just now and forgotten to ask Pu Yao. However, since he was going to the Wasteland Beast Chessboard, it would be the same if he asked Nan Yue and Cang Ze. They would definitely know.

When Zuo Mo came to the prison battlefield, he couldn’t help but pause.

The prison battlefield was extremely unpopulated with only a few figures about. Even though he did not remember what happened, but he clearly remembered the crowds of yao that had surrounded the prison battlefield that day.

His heart suddenly jumped. Had he gone out of business?

When the figures that were wandering around the prison battlefield saw Zuo Mo, all of their expressions changed. They looked as though they were seeing a ghost. Their gazes were filled with terror and fear.

Zuo Mo was puzzled. What was with this group of people? Did he have something frightening on his body?

It shouldn’t be so!

He remembered that these people in the past had looked at him as though they were drooling dogs seeing meat buns. Why was it that now they looked as though they were mice that had seen a cat?

Was it … … something had happened that day? The bewilderment inside grew. He wanted to call a yao and ask for clarification. But when this yao saw Zuo Mo reach out, his face suddenly paled, his gaze unfocused, and he disappeared in a flash of white light.

This this this … …

Zuo Mo was stunned where he stood. He had never thought there would be a day that he could frighten a yao straight out of the Ten Finger Prison.

A moment later, he refocused. Moving his feet, he walked into the prison battlefield.

The formations on the outside had not changed compared to the past day. It was only when he went into the stage area that he saw Cang Ze. In the enormous stage age, Cang Ze sat alone.

“Daren!” Cang Ze saw Zuo Mo and joyfully ran over.

“Oh,” he made a sound in response. He then looked at the surroundings, and asked with a frown, “What happened here? Where’s Nan Yue?”

“Nan Yue went to cultivate. We’ve been taking turns waiting for Daren.” Cang Ze saw Zuo Mo’s expression was unfriendly and hurriedly said, “This place … … this place … …” At this moment, he could not find the words to describe and was stuck.

“We lost?” Zuo Mo asked.

Cang Ze swallowed and shook his head. “No.”

“Then why haven’t people come?” Zuo Mo asked curiously.

“Daren, you do not remember?” Cang Ze carefully asked.

“Don’t remember.” Zuo Mo shook his head. “I was just going to ask you what happened that day?”

The sound of Cang Ze swallowing became louder. His gaze was full of respect, and his expression even had threads of terror. “That day … … that day, Daren successively killed twenty six yao! As a result … … result … … all … … all the yao that registered ran away in fear!”

Thinking about the scene that day, Cang Ze’s body uncontrollably shook.

“Successively killed twenty six yao … …”

Zuo Mo was stunned.

Translator Ramblings: I’ve finished moving and its getting busy now that I’m settled in and everything has started. Some of you probably noticed that I haven’t been responding to comments as frequently and correcting the minor typos. I do see them, and thank you for pointing them out but these days, translating a chapter is about as much as I can get during the weekdays and I make up for the rest during the weekends.

Zuo Mo’s now a landlord of two old and knowledgeable spirits.