Her tone instantly became severe: “My temper isn’t very good. We’ll put the ugly words first. If something goes wrong with the medicine fields, I won’t forgive you when I return!”
Finishing, she didn’t look at Zuo Mo, turning to look at Luo Li. She wrapped around his arm, her smile like a flower, her voice gentle as water: “Shixiong, let’s go.”
A few hints of warmth floated on Luo Li’s face. He looked carelessly at Zuo Mo, snorted coldly and the two flew into the air.
Zuo Mo held the jade pendent, frozen to the spot as he watched the two disappear into the sky.
When a person is misfortunate, even drinking water would get stuck in the teeth. He had never thought he would be this misfortunate.
The outer sect disciples didn’t like Hao Min shijie. She was ruthless and selfish. Being ordered about by her didn’t have any benefits. Her temper was also nasty and as fickle as Luo Li shixiong. If one didn’t take care, it was beatings and scolding.
From beginning to end, the two never even asked for his opinion.
Zuo Mo screamed inside.
From when he opened his eyes to now, he only interacted with the ling grains. He had never taken care of medicine fields before. Even worse, with his cultivation, he could only do the third level of [Little Art of Cloud and Rain] once every day.
Thinking about the rain agreements he had signed with the other shixiong, his mouth was bitter.
There were three places in Wu Kong Sword Sect for medicine fields. The one that Hao Min shijie was responsible was in Cold Mist Valley. He held the jade pendant, his heart jumping as he walked in the direction of Cold Mist Valley.
Cold Mist Valley was between two mountain peaks, mist swirling about all year around. The temperature was lower than anywhere else on Wu Kong Mountain and that was how it got its name. It was one of the important areas of the sect. Outer sect disciples basically had no permission to enter. If it wasn’t that Zuo Mo’s [Little Art of Rain and Cloud] had reached the third level, Hao Min definitely wouldn’t have picked him.
On the road, there were old trees, grass everywhere. Fragrance rose and vitality was present. Sometimes, small animals like rabbits and squirrels passed by, joyfully jumping. But Zuo Mo had no interest in admiring scenery. His heart beat frantically as he held the jade pendant and furtively made his way, two legs trembling.
Everywhere on this road were jinzhi. They were in the open or in the shadows. Some strong jinzhi occasionally would discharge a terrifying aura which made him almost suffocate. With his seventh level lianqi abilities, if he accidentally set off the jinzhi, not a drop of him would remain.
If it wasn’t that he naturally had a zombie face, his face definitely would be pasty white and bloodless.
[1] 三师兄: third elder student. Referring to Xu Yi who is ranked third
[2] 师姐: senior female student
[3] 师叔: senior uncle. Male of a sect’s older generation.