Section 5, Cold Mist Valley

Everywhere there are shattered bricks, and he had no choice but to clear the surroundings; otherwise, there would be no place to set up the restrictions. With his level of Qi Refinement at the seventh layer, there are many restrictive conditions required to establish the restrictions.

Ordinary outer disciples rarely spend so much time in meditation; compared to practicing techniques, meditation does not offer a cost-effective way to enhance one's cultivation

Returning to the quiet room, he could only manage to channel a small amount of spiritual energy towards Yin Gui before he could no longer hold back, collapsing onto the mat and falling into a deep sleep

When mentioning the wolf hair brush, dipped in vermilion, with a flick of the wrist, it flows effortlessly to write down two characters

What he needs to pray for now is that nothing goes wrong in the medicinal field, and that he can safely wait for Senior Sister Hao Min to return

The restrictions were in place, and having passed noon, he carelessly ate a little something before obediently going to the quiet room to meditate

Vivid red and thick cinnabar, a wolf hair brush

What could make a young girl’s heart race more than an unfathomable and indescribable fate?

His life is tense and fulfilling, and he lives very hard, having no time for sentimentality. He is acutely aware of the difficulties of survival; around him, everyone is striving desperately to live, for their families, and for the next generation, much like the old black-headed ones. Although it is very bitter and exhausting, he does not dislike this way of life; on the contrary, he feels that this is what life is all about

How I wish

A small pink paper crane, much smaller than the white paper crane of Zuo Mo, is very delicate. This is the little Qianhe, used for sending messages and notes. However, this method is not as swift as using flying swords for message delivery, especially over longer distances, making it quite inconvenient to use. Therefore, most users are cultivators below the Golden Core stage.

Using three-ply paper to make small origami cranes is an outrageous waste

Any single herb from this collection is worth more than one could afford to sell oneself for

This light rain lasted for half an hour before the clouds finally dispersed. Zuo Mo let out a sigh of relief; the abundant moisture here made it much easier to perform the "Little Cloud Rain Technique." He couldn't help but calculate in his mind that the situation was somewhat better than he had imagined. If he worked a little harder, he could still manage to fulfill the agreements that had already been made.

Suddenly, Zuo Mo stopped in his tracks and bent down to pick up an object

Upon exiting the quiet room, he began to reset the restrictions, while the surrounding wall would have to be rebuilt after some time

He extended his finger, subtly channeling a spell, and a layer of hazy metallic energy appeared around his fingertip. Having ascended to a new level of cultivation, the application of the spell was much easier than before. Overwhelmed with excitement, Zuo Mo began to unleash the "Little Cloud and Rain Technique".

However, at this moment, he lacked the strength to reset the restrictions; he was utterly exhausted, having not even the energy to lift his eyelids

He awoke to the sound playing in the sound field

He rushed into the room, looked around, and immediately found what he was looking for

The mingling scents of water vapor and various elixirs filled the air. Taking a deep breath, Zuo Mo felt an indescribable comfort. He suddenly realized that tending to the spiritual fields was not as dreadful as he had imagined.

As he stepped into the mist, the white, hazy fog seemed to recognize him, parting automatically to reveal a narrow path. He felt a surge of spirit and secretly breathed a sigh of relief, feeling a deep admiration for the sect's methods. If one day he could possess such supernatural abilities, it would be utterly exhilarating

basking in the sun

Persevering in the practice of the mental techniques has finally brought him rewards; he has reached the eighth level

Zuo Mo, however, insisted on spending two hours each day in meditation. After discovering the spiritual vein in the quiet room, he spent even more time meditating each day. Cultivation is fundamental, a truth understood by every practitioner. Although he practiced the most ordinary heart method, the advantage of having a spiritual vein made the results quite remarkable.

Long ago, when cultivators were breaking through the void in search of new realms, they often encountered dangers and found themselves trapped. When the trapped cultivators realized they were powerless to escape, they would write their wishes and pleas for help on small paper cranes and release them at random. Without any identifying marks, no one knew where these small cranes would fly. However, the lives of cultivators are long; even when trapped, with a bit of luck, they could endure for a considerable amount of time.

If something were to go wrong in one's own hands, one can only fear...

Carrying a backpack

Looking at the two large, vividly red characters that almost occupy the entire sheet of pink paper, Mo laughed heartily, feeling immensely pleased in his heart

The sound of moaning without illness echoed, and Zuo Mo let out a cold snort, providing what he considered the most accurate comment. What a pity, though, to waste such fine paper. Although he did not know what kind of paper it was, judging by its texture, it was at least of third-grade quality.

The cultivation level of the eighth layer of Qi Refinement would definitely place one among the top three among all the outer disciples of the Wukong Sword Sect.

Approximately five acres of the valley floor are filled with various spiritual herbs, which display a myriad of colors and peculiar shapes. From a distance, it resembles a vibrant, multicolored carpet spread across the valley. Dozens of colorful swallowtail butterflies flutter gracefully among them, while swarms of yellow-bodied, black-striped bees buzz back and forth.

Zuo Mo could not comprehend such behavior; in his heart, there were only crystal stones, spirit valleys, and cultivation. He had no trace of such illusory and extravagant things as romance.

Zuo Mo hesitated for a long time but still could not find another way, so he had no choice but to bravely head into the white mist with the librarian.

The valley is shrouded in mist, a vast expanse of white.

He couldn't help but shiver

The pink little crane flapped its tiny wings and disappeared into the sky

Although there are strict prohibitions along the way, there are none within the valley, allowing Zuo Mo to explore the entire area. The water in the pool is bottomless and icy cold, while the sound of the rushing waterfall is quite loud, echoing throughout the entire valley with a thunderous roar

He crouched in the spiritual field, examining each spiritual herb, determined to memorize the characteristics of every single one. He had only cultivated spiritual grains and knew nothing about spiritual herbs, relying solely on this clumsy method. He no longer hoped to gain any rewards; he only wished to avoid making any mistakes.

Good things, good things, I want them, I want them, but there are no opportunities, no opportunities

Water vapor visibly gathers from all directions, gradually forming a white cloud that floats above the medicinal field. Zuo Mo's hand gestures change rapidly, with a dazzling array of movements, and the cloud begins to drizzle lightly, with the delicate raindrops nourishing the medicinal field.

He dares to guarantee that he has never been so dedicated before

Zuo Mo unceremoniously took apart the pink little thousand cranes, and then suddenly realized that this was a wishing little thousand crane

The hierarchy within the cultivation world is exceedingly strict, a fact he deeply understands. If he were to successfully establish his foundation, even as an outer disciple, Hao Min and Luo Li would never dare to treat him in such a manner. Establishing a foundation is a watershed moment; it will directly determine the quality of your life.

After the first instance of the wish-granting little crane being saved appeared, it immediately became a sensation in the cultivation community. Over time, this also evolved into a game for some female cultivators to relieve their emotions. They would write their feelings on the wish-granting little crane and release it freely, leaving a mark on it. The finder could rely on the mark to return the wish-granting little crane back to them.

Running all the way to Cold Mist Valley without even having time to catch my breath, I began to unleash the "Little Cloud and Rain Technique". It was only after I had completed the entire sequence of rain that the stone weighing heavily on my heart finally fell to the ground

Suddenly recalling the medicinal field, he jolted awake, quickly got up, and rushed out of the courtyard

As he unleashed his abilities, he immediately felt a difference. The speed at which the moisture gathered was much faster than before, and the rain fell like unending silver threads. Some experiences he had never encountered before lingered in his mind for a long time.

In a deserted place

To attain a beautiful life, one must continuously enhance one's own capabilities

A person goes wandering

Who is the fool, who is the fool, you are the fool, you are the fool

If it can be said that he had some illusions before, at this moment he has profoundly understood the harshness of reality. He is very sensitive to the concentration of spiritual energy, and the spiritual energy in Cold Mist Valley is quite abundant. Given that such a precious land has been cultivated into a medicinal field, it is conceivable that the grade of the spiritual herbs grown here must be quite high

In a cheerful mood, he hummed a little tune while folding the pink paper back into a small origami crane.

The small thousand cranes bore the mark of their master. After the left one infused it with spiritual power, it was casually tossed into the air.

At the bottom of the valley, a silver waterfall cascades down the cliff, thundering like a roar, carrying immense force, crashing into the deep pool and splashing countless sparkling water droplets

Humming a tune, he began to clear away the broken walls and ruins. This small courtyard had been built many years ago, and the surrounding wall was in a state of disrepair, now completely destroyed by Senior Brother Luo Li. Reflecting on Senior Brother Luo Li's overwhelming presence as he descended from the sky, Zuo Mo still felt a twinge of fear.

How did you come here to me

Humming a song

- and - picture - book - `` idiot ''

Zuo Mo got up from the cushion without a care in the world, humming a strange tune

Only those who live leisurely and lack the motivation to progress will experience such moaning and lamentation, and Zuo Mo secretly despises such individuals in his heart

Recalling Hao Min's instruction to water once a day, Zuo Mo quickly began to perform the incantation.

He could not help but feel a sense of serene longing

It was only when the sky began to darken that he dragged his utterly exhausted body back to the small courtyard. Upon seeing the chaos surrounding the yard, with the defenses utterly destroyed, he felt a heart-wrenching sorrow.

Unfolding the small thousand cranes reveals several rows of elegant handwriting

With the jade pendant in hand, Zuo Mo safely arrived at the entrance of Cold Mist Valley

Walking along the misty path for about half a mile, the view suddenly opened up before me

No situation is one that he can resolve

Eighth Layer of Qi Refinement

Zuo Mo's mood became surprisingly good, and he energetically tidied up the courtyard, feeling lighter on his feet.

The qualification selection for the 23rd Sword Trial has been completed. So far, a total of 4,253 sword cultivators have qualified for the competition. The rewards for this Sword Trial are the richest in history; the top one hundred will receive fourth-grade flying swords, while the top ten will receive fifth-grade flying swords. The prize for the first place has been confirmed, named "Dingfeng," and it is of the seventh grade. It is reported that this is the highest-grade flying sword in the history of the Sword Trial, attracting the interest of disciples from major sects, including the Wushuang Sword Sect and the Suoluo Sword Sect.

Once the paper has been used, it can no longer be utilized, which is truly regrettable, thought Zuo Mo.

Just as he was about to crumple the piece of paper in his hand, he suddenly stopped, tilting his head with a blank expression. After a moment of thought, he ran into the room

He sat there for three hours, and when he opened his eyes, his gaze was filled with joy