World of Cultivation

Chapter Eighty Two – If People Don’t Get Ill-gotten Gains, They Won’t Be Rich!

A burst of dense sword essence flowed into the ling armor and silently snuck into Yan Ming Zi’s body.

Yan Ming Zi only felt an extremely cold needle suddenly burrow into his body. His body instantly froze.

Light flashed in Zuo Mo’s eyes as he found the opportunity he had been waiting for. With a short bark, he started [Vajra Profound Sutra] silently. A faint layer of gold suddenly floated on his sky. His legs suddenly pushed and like an arrow, his body shot out!

Yan Ming Zi’s expression suddenly changed. But his body was still frozen. What spell was this?

Zuo Mo’s goal wasn’t Yan Ming Zi but the now uncontrolled water drop sword that was floating mid-air!

It really was a good sword!

The gold glowing right hand grasped the handle of the water drop sword and the ling energy inside his body flooded inside the water drop sword.

As expected! Joy made its way inside Zuo Mo’s heart.

The other hadn’t put much effort into imprinting the sword. The bit of consciousness inside the water drop sword was pitifully weak. Zuo Mo easily erased it. The water drop sword shook two times in Zuo Mo’s hand before becoming motionless. It took a lot of time and countless effort to slowly imprint a flying sword before it would be easily controlled, and also, to not be easily stolen by others. Some strong people would construct layers of jinzhi inside the sword. If a person would try to steal the sword like Zuo Mo did, they would be wounded instead.

But Zuo Mo had guessed that this person wouldn’t spend a lot of time imprinting the flying sword. He had guessed correctly.

This change occurred very quickly, so quickly everyone gaped, the surroundings deadly silent.

Yan Ming Zi was dumbstruck. He had never thought that the other person was targeting his water drop sword! When he felt the connection he had to the water drop sword disappear, his expression changed dramatically.

Zuo Mo contently put the water drop sword in the hundred treasures pouch at his waist. His mood was great. He assumed a proper composure as he said to Yan Ming Zi, “This sword, it will count as the price you pay for offending our sect. Next time, don’t do something as silly as this.” What he had just used was the tidal sword essence of Xin Yan Shibo, extremely yin and extremely cold. Without any defenses, Yan Ming Zi had taken a huge blow.

“You you you… …” Yan Ming Zi’s finger shook as he pointed at Zuo Mo, his face pale, so angry he couldn’t talk. But he didn’t have the water drop sword anymore and couldn’t do anything to Zuo Mo.

“Haha! This is so funny!” Hu Shan laughed heartlessly, covering his stomach. He was laughing so hard he almost couldn’t breathe, “Old Yan, haha, it’s so funny! Even your sword was stolen, Old Yan, you’re definitely the first in our sect!”

“Hee hee! Brother Yan, you’re too amusing!” Tao Zhu Er laughed, looking like a flower and unable to stop.

“I I I… …” Yan Ming Zi didn’t know what to say. But when he saw Zuo Mo’s eyes sweep across the ling armor on his body over and over, his heart jumped and he hurried back a few steps. He had lost in a muddle. Even now, he didn’t understand why he had suddenly froze. What spell had the other used?

Today, he really had been humiliated. Yan Ming Zi’s heart bled blood. The sound of Hu Shan and Tao Zhu Er’s laughter was abnormally dissonant. He had lost great face. Even if they would defeat Zuo Mo together and he would take back the water drop sword, when they returned, Hu Shan and Tao Zhu Er would certainly spread this incident far and wide.

If the sword was lost, then it was lost. But if this incident passed back to the sect, he wouldn’t be able to keep his head up ever again.

He wasn’t someone kind. He was angrier at Hu Shan and Tao Zhu Er than at Zuo Mo. He was very shocked at Zuo Mo’s skills. He couldn’t understand at all. He looked at the two people who were bent over in laughter and smirked inside. Those two definitely wouldn’t have detected what had happened. The paralysis just now, it was completely silent, without a hint of warning.

After thinking it through, he calmed down. He purposefully said in an enraged voice, “Hu Shan, haven’t you been yearning for my blue three-eyed python? If you take back water drop sword for me, I’ll give it to you!”

Hu Shan didn’t laugh anymore. He tilted his head, and seriously looked at Yan Ming Zi, “Really?”