Chapter Thirty-Four: I Have a Sword That Does Not Rely on Others!

  Long Haitian picked three and chose four, still shaking his head, saying reluctantly:

  "How can it be raising spirit pets again, Second Uncle... I'm at least a young master of the Dragon Family, can't you find me some tasks that are more suitable for my status?"

  "I've bragged about it with my older brother before..."

  "This remark made Long Jiu Tao shake his head and sigh: 'You kids, just arrived and already making such high demands. The only ones that can suit your current stage are these few.'"

  "Second Uncle, the pay for these tasks is really too little," said Long Haitian with a bitter face.

  He counted on his fingers: "Buying a auxiliary sword skill requires ten pieces of spiritual stone. Just doing these tasks, it would take a hundred days to accumulate enough spiritual stone. It's really not worth it."

  "Even the hundred-year-old lingzhi in the cafeteria requires three spirit stones."

  Long Hao Tian puckered his lips, his face full of discontent: "At this rate, the cultivation speed is too slow. At this speed, it's unknown when he'll be able to cultivate to the second layer of Qi Refining."

  "Never mind, Second Uncle. Let's just go take a look ourselves first." Long Hao Tian shrugged: "The pay is really too little. If we don't find any good ones, we can always come back and accept these tasks later."

  Long Jiu Tao smiled bitterly and shook his head: "You little brat, I specifically left these for you. By the time you got back, someone else had already taken over the task."

  Long Haitian waved his hand indifferently and said with a big smile, "Just take it away if you want to, what's the big deal? I'll just go find something myself with my brother."

  "Alright, you can go. Second Uncle has some matters to attend to for the Xianhe Hall today, so I won't accompany you." Long Jiu Tao was very angry and disappointed with these two juniors who didn't know their place, turned around and walked into the crowd.

  "Big brother, let's go take a look at that black mission. The reward should be quite generous!" Long Hao Tian pulled Mo Bei along, and the two of them blended into the crowd, pushing and shoving until they reached the front of the wooden wall.

  Mo Beixin's mind stirred, her eyes fixed on the wooden sign, constantly wandering and eliminating one by one: "Gathering Black Male Huang, one catty, two blocks of spiritual stone. This Black Male Huang seems to be going to Jiupan Mountain to search for it, wasting time and effort."

  Long Hao Tian was also watching from the side, muttering to himself: "Digging spiritual stone mines, ten catties, one piece of spiritual stone."

  "Dug up five stalks of Lingshan grass and a piece of spiritual stone. Hmm? This isn't bad, I think I saw quite a few of these Lingshan grass on the snowy plains before I came here!"

  Mo Beixin stretched out his hand to untie it, but who would have thought that the task would change suddenly and gradually disappear!

  Mo Bei was taken aback and continued to accept other tasks. However, these tasks looked good only on the surface, and as soon as he touched them, they would immediately disappear, having already been accepted by others!

  The rest of the tasks are similar, or the target materials are hard to find, or the task is too laborious.

  Mo Bei and Long Hao Tian excluded one by one, but unexpectedly found that there was no task suitable for themselves.

  Mo Bei suddenly understood that for someone like Long Hao Tian from the 72nd Mouse Family, there were helpers in every outer gate. How could those other aristocratic young masters not have relatives here? So the task left by Second Uncle was indeed the best for Mo Bei and the others!

  The two immediately turned back, but when they found Er Ge (Second Uncle) Long Hao Tian again, Second Uncle shook his head - those tasks had all been taken by others!

  The whole day, Mo Bei and the others bumped into a brick wall, and they didn't receive a suitable task.

  The sun has gradually gathered its fiery heat and turned a deep red, slowly setting behind the western hills.

  Two people dragged their tired bodies, rubbing their sore necks after a long sleep, stumbling across the wooden arch bridge.

  The sunset stretched its shadow obliquely, casting it right into the pool of water under the bridge.

  "Alas! Not a single suitable task was found! And the tasks on the wooden wall are even more outrageous! Raising thirty days of dual-legged snakes, and yet only getting fifty spirit pearls."

  Breaking a spirit stone can be exchanged for one hundred spirit pearls, which is the smallest change in the immortal world.

  Long Hao Tian muttered under his breath, complaining incessantly: "If only I had listened to Second Uncle's suggestion..."

  Here is the translation:

  "Speaking of which, Long Hao Tian took out a wooden sign from his pocket, with a bitter face: 'Raising a turtle demon for twenty days, eighty spiritual pearls, not even one spiritual stone... and still have to serve that turtle demon's shit and piss...'"

  Mo Bei also had a gloomy expression on his face and glanced at Long Hao Tian.

  If it weren't for this kid being so picky and choosy, he wouldn't have been able to find a task that suited his taste.

  In the end, it was all for nothing.

  "Ugh... what kind of crappy mission did I just get stuck with, this is really miserable!" Long Hao Tian looked on with a face full of regret and remorse.

  Mo Beixin's heart skipped a beat, his eyes flickered slightly, and he clenched his fists, as if he had made up his mind about something.

  The two returned to the stone house and sat back-to-back on a large bluestone, their faces tense, without saying a word.

  Silent and speechless.

  "Huh, Mo Bei shidi? You've completed your task so quickly? What did you gain today?"

  A voice came over.

  Mo Bei looked up and saw Fang Luoyou walking towards him with his hands behind his back, looking elegant and refined, with a red glow on his face and a hint of a smile.

  "I haven't received a suitable task." Mo Bei's words were tinged with a hint of helplessness.

  Long Hao Tian curiously asked: "Fang Shixiong, did you find a mission today?"

  Fang Luo You was taken aback for a moment, then he chuckled and made an innocent face, saying: "Me? As a Fang family member, I have dozens of relatives. Why would I need to find tasks myself? They will help me get good jobs."

  Hearing this, Long Hao Tian became even more depressed.

  As Fang Family's genius, Fang Luo You naturally received great attention. Tasks that were time-consuming and laborious didn't require him to take action personally. Waiting for the Fang Family disciples to complete the task and bring back the Spirit Stones, he only needed to focus on his cultivation.

  Fang Luo You seemed to have seen the signs, his eyes rolled around and he looked at Mo Bei with a kind expression: "How about this? I'll send one of my family's younger generation members to find a task with Mo Bei's junior brother?"

  "Thank you for your kindness, Brother Fang, but it's unnecessary. I've already made up my mind." Mo Bei stood up, his eyes gleaming with determination.

  "Oh?" Fang Luo was somewhat surprised and curiously asked: "What task?"

  "Hey!"

  Mo Beiliang smiled coldly and drew out his three-foot-long green sword, humming as it left its scabbard: "I have a sword, what is there to worry about? Let's fight!"

  "What do you mean? The most difficult task? Battle task? Slaying demons?" Fang Luoyou raised an eyebrow, saying in surprise.

  He nodded heavily.

  Long Haitian exclaimed, worried: "Big brother! Don't be impulsive! The demon on Penglai Island is not comparable to the small demons in the mortal world! They are constantly gathering and their strength is extremely strong. With our current strength, it's very dangerous!"

  "Otherwise," Long Hao Tian lowered his head to think for a moment, comforting himself while persuading, "otherwise, big brother you can do this task for me. Although it's tiring and the pay isn't much... but this task can temper my endurance!

  "This is also good... no need to take risks."

  "Adventure?" As soon as he heard this, Mo Bei's pitch-black pupils gradually became sharp and piercing, with a cold light flashing across them. The corners of his mouth involuntarily curled up into a cold smile, and an aura of energy burst out from him, spreading and surging!

  This piercing gaze is as sharp as a dagger, stabbing directly into one's heart!

  Long Hao Tian's heart skipped a beat, his face slightly changed color. It was only then that he remembered:

  How stupid I am! Big brother, you are not an ordinary person!

  He is a notorious figure, having killed countless people, and is known as the Blood Demon!

  He has also gone through mountains of corpses and seas of blood; what is there for him to fear in this trivial danger?

  Long Hao Tian, who was about to say something but hesitated, closed his mouth instead.

  Fang Luoyou looked at Mo Bei deeply, stopped persuading him, changed the subject, and cupped his hands to say: "Then I wish Brother Mo Bei a successful journey!"

  But Mo Bei did not immediately go hunting for demons, instead he turned around and began to cultivate!

  This practice has been going on for half a month!

  Half a month later, Mo Bei let out a breath of air, and the lost true energy returned once again. Mo Bei successfully cultivated his energy anew and advanced to the first realm of the Energy Refining stage!

  The sun sets in the west mountain, deep night falls, silence.

  Inside the stone house, the candlelight was dim and yellowish, flickering on and off. Mo Bei, who sat cross-legged on the stone bed, was dyed a uniform golden yellow.

  Mo Bei's eyes were tightly closed, his hands placed on his knees, as strands of light flowed in from all directions, gradually merging into his body.

  He breathed steadily, one breath after another, neither hurried nor flustered, his whole being immersed in a state of meditative awareness.

  Mo Bei was staring at the golden plus sign pattern seed in his mind, his eyebrows furrowed. He thought to himself:

  "I've finally returned to the first stage of Qi Refining, but if I want to advance to the second stage...I need ten points. But now...I only have four Potential Points."

  "It seems like I can only rely on myself to slowly cultivate from now on. But..."

  He carefully observed the spiritual energy flowing slowly through his meridians: "At this speed, it's likely to take ten years to cultivate to the second level of Qi Refining! Ten years? That's too slow, I can't afford to waste that much time."

  "If I consume spiritual food or cultivate with a spiritual stone, the speed will increase by more than tenfold!" Mo Bei pondered: "In other words, one year's time is enough for me to cultivate to Qi Refining Second Layer."

  "But..."

  Mo Bei's eyebrows furrowed again: "It must consume a lot of spiritual stones. It seems that only by accepting combat missions can we accumulate enough spiritual stones."

  "Hmm, it's settled then!" Mo Bei made up his mind and thought to himself: "I've already cultivated my Qi to the first level, my strength has recovered, I can go hunt demons now!

  "But next step, I must first cultivate Qingfeng Thirteen Sword Sweeping Method! This is the capital for me to hunt demons."

  Mo Bei opened his eyes and recalled the Qingfeng Thirteen Sword Style in his mind, carefully pondering it. He muttered to himself: "Hmmm, the first eleven swords are all my own understanding."

  His right hand shook, and a three-foot green blade instantly appeared in his palm.

  Mo Bei's heart moved slightly, the sword shadow trembled violently, the sword peak swept across, and a clear wind suddenly rose!

  In a stone house, the candle flame flickers, under the shroud of clear wind, it suddenly brightens and darkens.

  "The Twelfth Sword!......"

  The slanting shadow cast on the stone wall, now left, now right, fluttered and uncertain, like a swimming dragon, constantly wandering in the stone house, with a green blade in hand, cold and sharp, appearing and disappearing, following Mo Bei's every step, the sword that the green blade stabbed out, sometimes like a mad dragon jumping into the sea, sometimes like a spring breeze brushing against the face.

  "The Thirteenth Sword!......"

  Sword intent surges, shocking waves!

  "Hiss!"

  Mo Bei thrust out a single sword, and in the void, suddenly released a cold shadow!

  The sword tip stabbed fiercely into the stone wall, and the boulder-cast wall burst open in an instant. The sword blade sank two feet deep, revealing a spider web-like crack.

  Its power is so great that it makes one's heart tremble.

  Mo Bei's eyebrows were furrowed, and not only did he not show a hint of joy, but his eyes also revealed a trace of discontent.

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