Qin Mo stayed in the cave for some time and Lin Zizheng would appear at fixed hours to deliver him his meals. He didn't give up on repeatedly asking about Lin Yun and the other's whereabouts, but Lin Zizheng gave no information. Not long, he stopped talking.
Although he didn't understand Lin Zizheng's thoughts, after observing him, he found that Lin Zizheng didn't have any ideas of harming him at all. He was even trying to curry favor with him.
Qin Mo decided to eat the spirit moonflower after a few days. Now that the situation was unclear, it was better to improve his cultivation first. He didn't worry about what Lin Zizheng would do to him as he cultivated. If Lin Zizheng wanted to hurt him, he would have already done so with his strength. Qin Mo's strength was nothing to bat an eye at.
Before he began, Qin Mo ate a divine condensed pill to fill his body with spirit and attain the best state. Only then did he pick up the spirit moonflower. After being placed aside for so many days, the spirit moonflower was still fresh and delicate as if it had just been picked.
With a wave of his right hand, he swallowed the moonflower and sat silently with his eyes closed. The initially empty stone cave immediately quieted down.
The spirit power inside his body circulated rapidly, and his muscles and veins were visible in front of him. It surprised him; he had reached the realm of insight before entering Soul Solitude.
No longer thinking, he looked inside his veins and found that there were many lavender spirit powers within them. Since he had consumed the purification spirit fruit, his body became a thunder spirit body, and the ordinary spirit power inside him started to slowly transform into it. At this moment, those thunder spirit powers exuded a dazzling light, constantly flowing into his meridians.
Simultaneously, a cl.u.s.ter of moon-white color light flew into his veins, flowed along until it finally moved directly into his Dantian.
This moon-white color was the gentle energy contained inside of the spirit moonflower. In an instant, the thunder spirit power inside his veins increased by a lot. After arriving at his Dantian, the spirit power slowly condensed.
Qin Mo was now at the complete phase of Foundation Building. The spirit power in his Dantian shaped into a gas-like form and scattered. If it weren't for those spirit powers that emitted a lavender purple light, he wouldn't have been able to tell the spirit powers apart.
Under the condensation of the spirit moon flower's energy, the original spirit power gradually turned into a water-drop shape. The most peculiar thing was that the lightning fire that had been quietly sitting within his Dantian had also condensed into a small cl.u.s.ter. However, its color had grown deeper, and its power couldn't be underestimated.
Qin Mo's cultivation lasted for many days. During this time, Lin Zizheng came several times and saw that Qin Mo had entered a cultivation state and didn't disturb him. It delighted Lin Zizheng because even though Da s.h.i.+xiong had a cold expression, inside, he still trusted him.
On the first day of eating the spirit moonflower, Qin Mo didn't completely sink into cultivation. He left a part of his attention toward his surroundings. When he saw that Lin Zizheng did nothing, he was at ease and entered cultivation.
A few days later, Qin Mo's whole body glowed, and a slight energy fluctuation erupted around him. He only felt his body tighten and a comfortable feeling came out from his Dantian.
Qin Mo opened his eyes and felt immense strength in his body. His eyes held a glimmer of light as he smoothed out his ink-black hair behind him, the corner of his lips hooking slightly upward. Even if he hadn't taken care of himself for many days, his body had no speck of dust, and his temperament became more out of this world.
When Lin Zizheng arrived, he saw this scene. His breathing stagnated, fascination slipping through his eyes.
Seeing Lin Zizheng, Qin Mo put away the smile on his face and restored his cold appearance. He fixed his eyes on him, "I want to go out."
That stunned Lin Zizheng. Other than asking for Ling Yun's whereabouts, Qin Mo never opened his mouth these days. Thinking of this, Lin Zizheng's hidden hands gripped tightly behind him. As he saw Qin Mo about to lose his patience, he answered with a smile, "All right."
It was immediately followed by, "But you have to wear this mask when you go out." A silver mask appeared in his hands as soon as he finished speaking.
Qin Mo pursed his lips, and his heart was a little unhappy, but he could only nod at the thought of leaving this place.
Lin Zizheng smiled gently. He approached Qin Mo, bringing with him the mask. Qin Mo's body slowly stiffened, where he sat quietly in place.
Lin Zizheng stood behind Qin Mo, and every breath he took had Qin Mo's refres.h.i.+ng smell. He breathed in deeper, his eyes full of enjoyment. It'd been a long time since he last stood so close to Qin Mo. As he thought of this, his hand movements grew slower.
Sensing that the rope on the mask had been tied, Qin Mo rose quickly and left Lin Zizheng's side.
Lin Zizheng's eyes darkened, and his heart sighed in pity. He rubbed his fingertips against each other for a moment, as if he could still feel the smoothness of Qin Mo's long hair.
Qin Mo was still in white. Because he wore a silver mask, others could only see his bright eyes, reddish thin lips, and pale chin.
Glancing all over Qin Mo's body with a cool breath, Lin Zizheng regretted his promise of agreeing to take his Da s.h.i.+xiong out. Knowing that everyone could see his Da s.h.i.+xiong like this made his face twitch slightly. But if he repented now, his Da s.h.i.+xiong would hate him even more.
With that in mind, Lin Zizheng smiled at Qin Mo, who was a little unhappy, and said, "Da s.h.i.+xiong, let's go."
Qin Mo followed Lin Zizheng, and after a series of turns, they walked out of the underground. It was already dark outside, but Qin Mo took a deep breath of satisfaction. His nose was filled with the smell of freedom.
As soon as the two men came out, a Qi Refining servant came forward and bowed his head, respectfully speaking to Lin Zizheng, "Young master Lin, the palace master has been waiting for you in the hall."
No longer in front of Qin Mo's gentle appearance, Lin Zizheng's face was cold, and he nodded. Under the servant's lead, he walked towards the hall with Qin Mo.
On the way, Qin Mo saw a lot of weird humanoid figures. These demons have yet to completely cultivate a human shape. The highest one was in Core Formation which belonged to the lowest level of the demon tribe.
As they approached the hall, Qin Mo could hear loud noises of singing and dancing from inside and stepped into it. He felt his vision flash for a moment. The hall was full of cultivators and all kinds of demons. They sat or stood with smiles on their faces, watching the group of women in very revealing clothes in the middle of the hall without turning their eyes.
When Qin Mo and Lin Zizheng entered, the atmosphere of the scene changed. Everyone's eyes fluttered towards their direction, and when they saw Qin Mo, who looked incompatible with the surrounding environment, a stunning expression showed on many people's faces.
Lin Zizheng's eyebrows wrinkled tightly, and his face was black. It was disgusting for these people to look at his Da s.h.i.+xiong and he wanted to tear their eyes out.
Demonic cultivators were a group of reckless people. They liked acting headstrong and wild.
Just then, a man in a purple outfit came up to Qin Mo, both eyes fixed on him as he said with a strong voice, "How about coming with me? I'll be gentle with you." He could see that Qin Mo was only at Soul Solitude in one glance. His heart was extremely disdainful, and he extended his right hand toward Qin Mo's chin.
Qin Mo's face was cold. He could feel the other person exerting pressure on him. At a minimum, this person's cultivation base was at Core Formation, which he could not deal with. Besides, he was among a group of demonic cultivators; it was inappropriate for him to act rashly.
Before he could do anything, Lin Zizheng gave a cold snort and fiercely slammed his palm against the man's body. With a flash of black light, the man in purple flew away after being smacked. Under the power of just one palm, the man's figure continued to fly backwards until he hit straight at the huge pillar in the hall. His head was directly embedded into the stone pillar, turning into a piece of meat mud.
Retracting his palm, Lin Zizheng glanced over the audience darkly. With a thick and gloomy aura all over him, he said word for word, "Whoever dares to touch what's mine can try."
Qin Mo's eyebrows were furrowed, but he didn't say much.
Suddenly everything went quiet, and even the women dancing in the center of the hall halted their movements.
Although they had seen much more b.l.o.o.d.y things in the demon's boundary, this was the north palace, and the palace lord was still sitting above watching. Lin Zizheng dared to act so arrogantly as if he didn't place the palace lord in his eyes.
Even if Lin Zizheng had a Core Formation cultivation base, he couldn't match the Nascent Soul level of the palace lord. At this moment, everyone's eyes were concentrated on the north palace master.
The man in everyone's sight was dressed in a black robe, leaning freely on the wide chair as he allowed a few beautiful women to ma.s.sage his shoulders.
His eyes narrowed, but there was no sign of anger on his face. Instead, he smiled softly and exclaimed, "Sure enough, a teenager is the hero. I didn't expect little friend Lin's cultivation base to be so refined when he's so young."
Hearing what he said, Lin Zizheng put aside his fierce expression and laughed slowly, "Palace Lord overpraised." Then, ignoring Qin Mo's resistance, took his hands forcefully and walked straight towards the position below the north palace master and sat down.
The north palace lord looked curiously at Qin Mo beside Lin Zizheng but didn't ask much about it. He knew Lin Zizheng's ident.i.ty and his fierce means. He would seriously treat Qin Mo and say nothing more.
He laughed casually two times and clapped once, "Continue."
The scene became lively and heated once more.
Most of the cultivators in the demon's boundary were unrestrained and didn't play cards according to common sense. They were even more chaotic in the lower demon region which was full of inferior demons and demonic cultivators. It was no wonder that Lin Zizheng had behaved like this, so they no longer paid much attention to it.
Unlike the righteous cultivators, they didn't care about self-cultivation at all but paid more attention to their enjoyment. After the north palace lord's order, some people picked up the wine jug on the table and drank wine. Some of them directly picked up a female cultivator and kissed them indiscriminately.
Looking at the chaotic scene in front of him, discomfort flashed in Qin Mo's eyes. Lin Zizheng sharply captured this feeling. He took up the jade pot on the other side and poured a gla.s.s of wine for Qin Mo. He whispered, "Da s.h.i.+xiong, the spirit wine here isn't bad. Why don't you try some?"
Translator(s): Teo
Editor(s): Dark, Sarah, Bet
Bet:
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