Section 7, I am waiting for you

The battle grew increasingly fierce, and the Geng Metal Qi Ray showed no signs of retreat in the face of the cold, menacing aura of the sword energy. Like dealing with aphids, the Geng Metal Qi Ray regarded this aura as a colossal aphid releasing its spiritual awareness

Extending a finger, with a thought, a faint golden "Geng Metal Aura" appeared effortlessly. Zuo Mo felt joy in his heart; the hardships he endured were not in vain, as his control over the "Geng Metal Aura" had significantly improved.

That damned aura has already vanished

Damn it, I can't move

He now only wants to do one thing, which is to return to his room and have a good sleep

After completing these tasks, he was utterly exhausted and could no longer hold on. Everything went dark before his eyes, and he collapsed to the ground like a fallen log, losing consciousness immediately

He was somewhat at a loss, and his hand immediately reached for another Linggu, the situation being the same. Could it be an issue with the Linggu from yesterday? He shook his head; today’s two Linggu were no different from the one from yesterday

These two characters must have been used by the other party to set up a mental attack. To be able to unleash such a terrifying attack through just two characters is definitely not someone he can provoke. Zuo Mo is acutely aware of this. He does not know whether the sect leader and his elders can achieve this, but among the inner disciples, there is absolutely no one who can reach this level

Awakening from meditation, I feel a surge of energy in my left side, my entire body feels light and buoyant, and I am extremely comfortable

After ten consecutive days of arduous work, Luo Mo felt utterly exhausted both physically and mentally

The pale golden clouds rolled more violently, yet they tightly protected Zuo Mo

The chilling breath continued to intensify, resembling a cold-blooded and merciless monster, indifferently approaching Zuo Mo and opening its gaping maw. It seemed certain that Zuo Mo had no room for resistance.

The entire right hand felt as if it had been severed in several places; even a slight movement sent pain deep into the bones. Gritting my teeth and straining, I held the wolf hair brush, and a few drops of bright red vermilion dripped from the tip of the brush, falling onto the powdery paper like bloodstains, each dot a deep crimson.

A cone and a sword transformed into two streams of light, one golden and one blue, striking together with unparalleled precision

Due to the pain, Zuo Mo instinctively gasped for air, his right hand gripping the wolf hair brush, as he earnestly wrote three crooked characters on the powder paper.

At this moment, he resembled a madman and a *picture* book, brandishing a sickle and charging towards the fully armed enemy

That is not correct. The wishing little crane cannot be located. The little crane requires a mark to guide it in finding its target. The last little crane had its owner's mark, and it only needed to be infused with spiritual energy to fly to its owner.

Any mark must contain spiritual power. In order to avoid being found by the other party, Zuo Mo did not dare to use any spiritual power when writing those two characters

Endlessly futile, the chilling aura that instilled fear in him easily drove him to the brink of despair, leaving him with no way to retreat

For a full ten days, apart from going to the medicinal fields and the spiritual fields to施雨, he spent all his time in the spiritual valley of his courtyard. He used the "Geng Jin Qi Mang" on each plant one by one, and when his spiritual energy was exhausted, he would retreat to the quiet room to meditate and recover, then continue again, repeating this cycle. By the end, he had become almost completely numb, mechanically performing the "Geng Jin Qi Mang".

On the zombie's face were a pair of terrified eyes, and left Mo completely frozen by this chill; he couldn't even move a single finger

However, after walking a circle at the gates of hell, he found himself not feeling much fear, even though the opponent's strength far exceeded his own

Ge is too naive

He had heard of those powerful cultivators, who held a cold and arrogant attitude towards lower-level practitioners. However, he had never imagined that the other party would actually be driven to kill over just two words

He was also holding a pink notepaper, on which two characters were written

It was still the bright and thick vermilion, still that wolf hair brush, as Zuo Mo dipped it fiercely several times.

Under the full force of the impetus, the "Geng Metal Qi Mang" seems to have become exceptionally frenzied, advancing rather than retreating, as it lunges towards that cold aura

A light golden, pagoda-shaped seven-section cone

He has no feelings

The hand rests upon a spirit valley plant, the "Geng Metal Qi" silently permeating the organism, just like yesterday, as Zuo Mo connects his mind and spirit with the "Geng Metal Qi"

A clear sound of shattered glass rang out, and a burst of fragmented light exploded in the air, resembling fireworks, interwoven with blue and gold, truly a sight to behold

A chilling aura suddenly enveloped Zuo Mo, and an overwhelming sense of danger caused every hair on his body to stand on end. It felt as if a razor-sharp flying sword was pressed against his throat, the tip's icy sharpness easily piercing his skin and rapidly spreading throughout his body

The essence of Geng Metal resembles a mass of pale golden clouds, which, upon emergence, immediately provokes an assault of this aura

He ran to the spirit millet from yesterday and checked it again; indeed, there was no difference. However, he noticed that this spirit millet was clearly growing much better than yesterday, with its leaves more lush and the aphid powder inside it becoming its nutrients. Based on his two years of planting experience, he judged that the yield of this spirit millet would definitely be much higher than before

The first time flying here was luck. However, if it happens a second time, it can definitely no longer be explained by luck.

After observing the exquisite little thousand cranes floating in front of him for a moment, Luo Mo hesitated but ultimately reached out his hand and plucked it down.

However, today's situation exceeded his expectations. The "Geng Metal Qi Mang" encountered no resistance; all the aphids were crushed into powder in less than the time it takes to brew a cup of tea. The entire process was seamless, with no hindrance whatsoever

When these two characters entered his field of vision, a sudden change occurred

What a strange event

Scoundrel

Watching the pink little crane disappear on the horizon, he cursed this ruthless woman countless times in his heart

The spiritual energy throughout his body began to show signs of losing control as it operated frantically; he did not pause for a moment and continued to accelerate the flow of his spiritual energy

The previous small yet exceptionally brutal skirmish gave rise to this idea in him

After a moment of hesitation, he decided to try once more

We are waiting for you

Suddenly, a surge of heat flowed from the heart of the left Mo into the meridians

The deep-seated resentment and anger were suddenly ignited with a bang

Madly operating the "Geng Metal Qi Mang", all the spiritual power, along with his entire mind, surged towards this cold aura

However, based on his understanding of spirit plant cultivators, they are typically non-combat professions. He had never heard of any spirit plant cultivator excelling in combat. Moreover, the ability to wield the "Gengjin Qi Mang" is not unique to him. Each individual possesses different talents; just as Zuo Mo was able to cultivate the third layer of the "Xiao Yunyu Jue," there are naturally others who excel in different types of techniques.

In other words, the strength of a formidable woman far exceeds that of the senior disciples of this sect

Uncertain how much time had passed, Zuo Mo hazily opened his eyes, his entire body in excruciating pain, as if his skin were tearing apart. He could not help but let out a groan. This groan suddenly jolted his dazed consciousness awake.

If it were not for that small section of spiritual vein in the quiet room, Zuo Mo would not dare to act this way

Surprisingly, that cold aura seemed to sense something unusual and actually retreated for the first time

Leaving the quiet room, I took the sound gauge and jumped onto the roof

This is his only means

He tossed aside the pen in his hand, glanced a few times, and let out a few unpleasant, strange laughs. His right hand was uncooperative, and it took him half an hour to barely fold the pink paper into a paper crane

Resting her head on her arm, she gazed at the vast starry sky, her heart gradually finding peace. The night breeze was gentle and cool, an indescribable comfort. Listening to the various messages continuously playing in her ears, Zuo Mo quietly fell asleep

Did I make a mistake myself

Sitting on the cushion, he began to dismantle the small thousand cranes.

The clear pupils transformed completely into a raging sea of fire, the edges of the eyes, stretched to their limits, cracked with a sharp sound, blood trickled down the cheeks, carving two vivid lines on the expressionless face

There was a wax figure of a peculiar posture, with a face devoid of expression, so stiff that it was almost comical

A water-blue crescent-shaped flying sword adorned with a small bell

Zuo Mo had no time to pay attention to "Geng Jin Qi Mang"; his mind was consumed by a single thought—faster, even faster

The handwriting remains elegant, and the tone of speech does not suggest advanced age, yet the ailing Zuo Mo cannot help but feel a deep sense of aversion rising within.

They faced each other silently, but in the blink of an eye, both sides launched simultaneously

Zuo Mo felt a surge of joy, quickly setting aside the question of whether "Geng Jin Qi Mang" could be considered an offensive technique.

Passing by Ling Tian, I gazed at the neatly arranged Ling Gu and suddenly recalled the doubt that had lingered in my heart last night

In a daze, Zuo Mo seemed to see countless flying swords trailing dazzling tails, whistling as they flew towards him! The cold and piercing sword intent intertwined and crisscrossed, leaving him with no way to evade!

The next day, I watered the medicinal field once and also watered a junior brother with whom I had made an agreement, before returning to my small courtyard

If someone were to walk into Luomo's room at this moment, they would witness a peculiar scene. A mass of pale golden clouds was rolling and fluctuating violently, as if an invisible force from the *illustration* was continuously eroding it, causing its volume to diminish steadily

Zuo Mo took a deep breath, feeling the intense pain from the wound, struggling to get up, gritting his teeth as he moved to the edge of the table

Retaliation from the other party? Punishment? A joke?

Among the outer disciples, there is a senior brother who has cultivated the "Geng Jin Qi Mang" to the second level. Not only is there "Geng Jin Qi Mang," but there are also practitioners of the "Cao Mu Jue," "Di Qi Jue," and "Chi Yan Jue," although their levels are not high.

Only then did one see the "Geng Metal Qi Mang" swirling around his fingers, sometimes spinning rapidly, sometimes coming to a sudden stop, with specks of light resembling an incredibly fine spray of golden sand, which looked particularly beautiful against the night sky

How could this happen

The speed of the spiritual energy's operation has reached a terrifying level. He had never attempted to operate the spiritual energy at such a speed; he was afraid to do so. However, at this moment, in a fit of rage, Zuo Mo only wished that the speed of the spiritual energy's operation were even faster, and he continued to accelerate its flow.

The agitated spiritual energy suddenly became remarkably docile, its operating speed not only maintained but increased. The intense fluctuations of the "Geng Metal Qi Radiance" vanished without warning, settling into tranquility

However, he soon became unwilling to think about this issue any longer. He picked up the sound crystal, infused it with spiritual energy, and placed it beside him

The quiet transformation and regeneration of the "Geng Metal Qi Mang" cloud mass rapidly retracts towards the center. The cold breath also undergoes a change.

Unfortunately, it is not as beautifully written as the last two characters, which left Mo with some regret

He was momentarily taken aback, but then an indescribable sense of exhilaration surged within him. He wanted to laugh heartily towards the sky, but before his lips could even move, the muscles pulled at his wound, instantly turning into a cry of agony. Although he did not know what had just happened, there was no doubt that he had won

A thought suddenly sprang to his mind: could this "Geng Jin Qi Mang" actually be a form of attack technique?

There was no time to think about these things; he was like a beast bound in chains, with the only instinct left being to struggle. He desperately fought to regain control of his body. He frantically circulated his spiritual energy, but to no avail; his body remained motionless, frozen in place.

This question lingered in his mind, refusing to dissipate

The spiritual energy surged like a runaway wild horse, completely losing control. The already intense fluctuations of the "Geng Metal Qi Mang" suddenly became even more violent, resembling boiling water, with the shape of the cloud body being extremely unstable. If a highly skilled practitioner were to witness such a scene, they would surely be alarmed; the loss of control over spiritual energy would inevitably lead to a catastrophic explosion of the body

Zuo Mo's head suddenly rang as if something had been shattered, and his consciousness abruptly fell into a daze

What could be more tangible than increased production? ... Linggu is crystal, and crystal represents various treasures and techniques.

But I have not left any marks myself

Just as he was about to move his feet, suddenly, a small pink crane flew straight towards him from a distance, hovering in front of him

Only the eyes remain, those filled with fear, despair, and anger, which stand in stark contrast to his rigid, emaciated body and his stiff, ridiculous face

Ping

With great enthusiasm, Zuo Mo began the large-scale pest control work in the five acres of Ling Tian, determined not to let a single stalk of Ling Gu escape his attention

What a vicious woman! She actually wants his life!

The only experience that can truly be called a battle was the first time he used the "Gengjin Qi Mang" against Linggu. He still remembers the violent aura and its impact on his mind. However, the collective consciousness of thousands of aphids, when compared to this cold aura, felt as weak as an infant.

Oh! Zuo Mo felt that it looked somewhat familiar. Tilting his head and thinking for a long time, he finally remembered the little pink crane he had found while cleaning the yard over ten days ago.

Those who can wield the "Geng Jin Qi Mang" are not limited to him alone, but no one within the sect is as frenzied as he is, inspecting each and every spirit valley. The workload is truly terrifying! They only employ the "Geng Jin Qi Mang" after symptoms of disease appear in the spirit valley.

Soon, the "Geng Jin Qi Mang" discovered a group of aphids, and Zuo Mo immediately became anxious, haunted by the violent aura from yesterday.

After the last stalk of spiritual grain unleashed the "Geng Metal Qi Radiance," he looked at the neatly arranged spiritual fields, flourishing and lush, with vibrant green spiritual grain, and a strong sense of accomplishment surged within him

While gasping in pain, I infused the last bit of my spiritual energy into the paper crane

Go to hell

I can move by myself

On the unfolded pink notepaper, there are only two characters, still in the delicate handwriting from last time.

Holding the little crane, I walked into the quiet room

Where does the problem lie