Chapter One: The Secret of Light Rain

After flying for another hour, a person, a crane, and a bag finally arrived at the foot of Dongfu Mountain. Given Xiao Huang's weak flying ability, which only allowed for ground-level flight, it was a delusion to think of flying directly up to Dongfu.

Subsequently, several individuals came to the Tianyue Realm to establish sects, gradually evolving into the present situation

What should not be forgotten

"For safety's sake, if I were to run, you wouldn't be able to catch up with me given my physique." Zuo Mo remained expressionless, yet his words carried a hint of laughter.

Brother, do you need help?" Left Mo felt a darkness descend before his eyes

Do not forget

Among the outer disciples, he is the first to possess a mount. Of course, whether the Wind-Soaring Paper Crane can be considered a mount is not within Zuo Mo's scope of consideration

The strong man took large strides, moving much faster than Xiao Huang, and surprisingly completed the stone steps up the mountain in just half an hour

The strong man immediately became anxious: "How can this be? Aren't you ruining my business?"

It is this dream again

The strong man possessed extraordinary strength, effortlessly carrying a 300-pound pack in one hand and holding Zuo Mo in the other, speaking without a hint of strain.

Thirty second-grade crystals represent a significant sum of money for him

Cannot forget

The paper crane is the size of a palm, made from yellow grass paper, and adorned with vermilion painted talismans on its surface

A bare-chested man, robust and strong like an iron tower, approached.

In the realm of the three thousand worlds, the Tianyue Realm does not hold a prominent position; it is merely a small realm with a history of only one thousand five hundred years. One thousand five hundred years ago, the Tianyue Immortal discovered and took control of this realm, naming it after herself as the Tianyue Realm. The Tianyue Immortal hails from Kunlun, and thus the Tianyue Realm naturally became one of the realms governed by Kunlun.

He had a physique resembling a bamboo pole, and the dark blue outer disciple's robe hung loosely on him. In stark contrast to his smooth manner of speaking was his stiff, wooden face, which appeared gloomy and sullen

Before reaching the mountain pass, Lao Mo heard someone shouting from a distance. An old man, appearing to be around fifty years old, was thin and dark, standing in the field; if one did not look closely, it would be hard to notice that a person was standing there.

The gray-bodied, red-billed bird is the fire-billed goose. Its broad and soft back allows one to sit upon it with almost no sensation of bumps, truly a supreme level of enjoyment; the cloud beneath one's feet is the auspicious cloud, walking on clouds, how effortlessly graceful it is; ... The entirely silver-white wings floating behind the cultivator are the thunder wings, with lightning flowing, coming and going like electricity, do you wish to experience the thrill of speed...

Amidst the chirping sounds, after swaying for five hours, Zuo Mo's zombie-like face had turned somewhat pale, and Dong Fu was just in sight in the distance

Who

In the misty clouds, Dongfu appears faintly and indistinctly in mid-air

Noticing that the colleagues nearby seemed to be gathering around, the strong man felt a tightening in his heart and quickly said: "Three first-class items"

The man had no intention of negotiating the price, and Zuo Mo also knew that he had no room to bargain, so he nodded decisively

Within the mountain gate, outer disciples are prohibited from flying. This rule, in the past two years, Zuo Mo has cursed in his heart countless times.

Old Blackhead was all smiles, eagerly saying: "Good, good, good! Mo Ge, I have never seen anyone else use that skill of yours."

More than 300 pounds of second-grade spiritual grain is merely a small transaction for such a shop. Even the shopkeeper is too lazy to come out and greet; he simply sent a clerk.

Those are places that Zuo Molian would never even dream of; he has always only cared about the meat in his own bowl

He suddenly woke up. As usual, he was drenched, his clothes clinging to his body, making him uncomfortable. He sat up straight, the stars above and the thick darkness of the night reminding him that it was still far from dawn. A gust of night wind blew in, chilly and refreshing

The most shocking sight was a Qianyu Fuchuan slowly gliding overhead. The entire ship resembled a mountain, and as it passed above him, Zuo Mo felt a sudden darkness before him. When he looked up, the dim glow of the ship's darkened underside was faintly visible.

After speaking, his large hand, resembling a fan, was about to reach for the cloth bag on the ground, when Luo Mo shouted, "Stop!"

Zuo Mo rolled his eyes and said expressionlessly: "You have seen it too, I really have no strength left"

The streets of Dongfu are wide, and many colorful and oddly shaped houses float in the sky; these are also shops. However, that area, which is a high-end commercial district, is inaccessible to cultivators without high-level mounts or the ability to fly on swords. Some high-end shops even resemble small islands floating in the air, filled with fragrant flowers and plants, accompanied by melodious celestial music

Carrying three hundred pounds of spiritual grain, he trudged to the mountain gate. Just after passing through the gate, he threw the cloth bag from his shoulder onto the ground and collapsed onto the ground, gasping for breath.

"That is the palace of the True Man of Chihye, so you must be cautious and not provoke him." The strong man kindly reminded, "If you see those women in white robes wearing veils, you must keep your distance and show them respect. They are all beautiful courtesans of the True Man of Chihye, and their tempers are quite haughty. Many have encountered misfortune by offending them, and the consequences are dire"

Zuo Mo promptly paid two first-grade crystal stones, and the burly man took the stones and hurriedly turned to run down the mountain

After reaching the third level of the "Xiao Yun Yu Jue," its efficacy greatly increases, significantly enhancing the yield of spiritual grains and spiritual vegetables. As a result, since his breakthrough to the third rank, his status within the sect has undergone a tremendous transformation, and he is now directly referred to as "Brother Mo" instead of "Zombie Xiao Mo".

Lift the cloth bag from the ground onto the back of the paper crane

Habitually letting out a long sigh, it is still early, so I might as well sleep a little longer

After resting for a while and regaining some strength, he stood up and carefully took out a pale yellow paper crane from his pocket

Zuo Mo's zombie face is his trademark. At first, everyone kept their distance out of respect, but gradually they discovered that aside from this face that repels strangers, his temperament and character are exceptionally good, leading to more interactions. Two years have passed, and among the outer disciples, he has surprisingly become the most well-liked.

What happened

Even in death, one must not forget

What is there to envy? Just work hard for a living. I am only at the fifth level of Qi Refinement now, so there aren't many jobs I can take. Once I reach the Foundation Establishment stage, I will have more opportunities. Life is not easy these days, the strong man couldn't help but sigh.

... ...

A voice that is both strange and familiar, as if it is coming from deep within the clouds. Again and again, the echo lingers, overlapping in layers, enduring endlessly

In those years, the Eastern Floating Master severed a mountain peak with a single sword, using the half-broken peak as a base to establish Eastern Floating hetushu.com. Five hundred years have passed, and Eastern Floating has also developed into one of the thirteen major towns of the Heavenly Moon Realm.

He climbed down from the paper crane, removed his backpack, and retrieved the paper crane. The surface of the paper crane showed faint cracks, and Mo felt a deep sorrow in his heart. Did he really have to buy another one? This thought made him acutely aware of the pain in his heart.

Zuo Mo exclaimed, "Murder!" and then decisively said, "Just two. If you are willing to do it, then do it; if not, then forget it." At this moment, if he had shown a look of surprise, it would have been quite impressive, but unfortunately, Zuo Mo's zombie-like face showed no signs of emotion, making the atmosphere somewhat eerie.

Little Huang, you must not falter at this moment

Halfway up the mountain, Zuo struggled to climb the stone steps, his body drenched in sweat. A burly man looked at him with disdain and said, "Your stamina is truly lacking." He then urged, "Can you speed up? I still want to complete two more deliveries today! At this rate, it would be a miracle if we arrive before dark."

The paper crane, chirping and struggling, flew towards the eastern foot of the floating mountain, occasionally accompanied by the laughter of others along the way. A frail zombie sat atop a similarly thin, drunken-looking paper crane, creating a scene that was quite amusing

Thirty second-grade crystal stones

Zuo Mo felt as if he had been pulled out of the water like a fish, nearly suffocating. He sat down heavily on the stone steps, gasping for breath, struggling to catch his breath: "I... I can't go on..."

He squinted up at the towering Dongfu, and at the countless stone steps winding upwards. Then he glanced at the bundle by his feet, and his left calf suddenly twitched.

Input spiritual power, the paper crane expands in the wind, its form slightly larger than a real crane. Fine bamboo serves as the framework, covered with a layer of yellow grass paper, the entire surface adorned with curved vermilion talismanic symbols resembling tadpoles. However, the craftsmanship is evidently lacking, with many adhesive joints showing frayed edges. The quality of the yellow paper is quite low, with plant fibers visible throughout the sheets.

"That's too fake!" The burly man curled his lips, but after glancing at the eager colleagues around him, he gritted his teeth and decisively nodded: "Alright!"

He bared his teeth and shifted the burden on his shoulder, feeling a dull pain. The three hundred jin of Linggu on his shoulder nearly broke his frail shoulder.

Zuo Mo sat extremely steadily, as he was experienced. This lowest-grade paper crane could bear a weight of no more than 400 pounds, and the current weight was quite dangerous. Yet, this "frail" paper crane still made the other outer disciples extremely envious.

This price is somewhat low, but it is the same in other stores as well. Unless he can directly provide over ten thousand jin of spirit grain, he will not have the right to negotiate. After deducting the amount payable to the sect, three hundred jin of spirit grain represents the result of his hard work over an entire year

After finishing this, the strong man picked up the bundle on the ground, and the more than 300-pound bundle felt weightless in his hands

Carrying thirty second-grade crystal stones, Zuo Mo felt as if the gazes of the passersby around him were akin to those of thieves.

He can recite these advertisements fluently; however, he can only memorize the advertising slogans.

This is a shop that specializes in acquiring Linggu, a small storefront with a small flag hanging outside, on which are written two characters: Linggu. The array of symbols on the flag ensures that these two characters can be seen from a distance even at night

He lay down again

The "Xiao Yun Yu Jue" is not a profound technique; it is something that everyone can learn, primarily used for watering spiritual fields. The first level can be mastered in just three to five days; the second level can be easily reached in one to two years. However, starting from the third level, personal comprehension is required to acquire it. Among all the outer disciples of the Wukong Sword Sect, only Zuo Mo has successfully comprehended it.

Mo Ge, remember to help me with the watering. We just signed the agreement at the beginning of the month, and this year's harvest depends on you

In a state of helplessness, the strong man had no choice but to reach an agreement with Zuo Mo, while the others dispersed at that moment

A frail zombie, carrying a bag several times larger than its own body, struggled to move along the mountain path

Zuo Mo gently patted the head of the paper crane, which wobbled and slowly lifted off the ground

Zuo Mo sat as before, his expression calm and composed, resembling an otherworldly zombie. In truth, he was drooling over the mount that passed overhead—now that was a true steed

The term "three first-grade crystals" refers to three first-grade crystals.

He is very familiar with Dongfu and Zuomo. Carrying his backpack, after a few turns, he quickly found the place he was looking for

"You practitioners are truly enviable," said Zuo Mo, who had taken advantage of the situation, without a care in the world

"Just two pieces, is there really a need to sign any agreement?" the strong man muttered dismissively

Clumsily climbing onto the back of the paper crane, it immediately emitted the creaking sound of the bent bamboo strips. His movements suddenly froze, and after a while, seeing that the paper crane showed no signs of collapsing, he finally breathed a sigh of relief

Zuo Mo couldn't help but curse again in his heart, but when he saw other cultivators also scattering in disarray, his mood instantly brightened

Zuo Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead and said, "I can't forget. Don't worry, it will be your turn tomorrow"

Zuo Mo waved his hand and bid farewell to Lao Heitou

"How much?" Zuo Mo asked cautiously, glancing around with the corner of his eye. Encouraged by his gaze, several burly men sitting nearby stood up.

The sound of bamboo and paper rustling once again echoed, as the paper crane, resembling a drunken figure, flew forward along the mountain path with an extremely peculiar arc, sometimes rising and falling, at times tilting left and then right.

The old man, nicknamed Old Black Head, has an unknown real name and is the oldest among the outer disciples of the Empty Sword Gate

Indeed! Life is not easy! Left with a heavy heart, he suddenly recalled the Thousand Feather Fortune boat he had seen on the road and couldn't help but ask, "Hey, where did that Thousand Feather Fortune boat come from? I haven't seen it before."

First, sign the agreement. Zuo Mo took out a jade slip.

The burly man lamented, "Taking this order has cost me dearly today." After saying this, he picked up Zuo Mo with one hand, tucked him under his arm, and strode away, jogging down the stone steps.

Luxury is indeed the greatest original sin of cultivators

Life is not easy!" Zuo Mo looked at the strong man's back, and with a blank expression, he sincerely expressed his feelings.

"It is true that we, as insignificant individuals, would be courting disaster by provoking this misfortune," Zuo Mo concurred

Zuo Mo's mastery of the "Little Cloud and Rain Technique" is indeed commendable. The third level of the "Little Cloud and Rain Technique" is unparalleled among the outer disciples. It is precisely because of this skill that he has almost monopolized all the tasks related to watering the spirit fields within the entire sect