by Fang Xiang
Today, the large cauldron took form!
When every Golden Crow Camp member looked at this astounding large Crimson Fiend Cauldron, their eyes were filled with head and pride!
Fifth-grade!
The grade of this large cauldron was fifth-grade!
When the masters announced this result, all of the camp cheered. Fifth-grade, that was enough for every person of Golden Crow Camp to feel proud. Golden Crow Camp did not have one jindan in its ranks, all of them were ningmai.
Only jindan xiuzhe, of at least the second stratum, had the ability to forging fifth-grade talismans.
But Golden Crow Camp that had no jindan at all did it!
However, the cheers only continued for a short period of time. Everyone’s expression turned serious because an even more crucial step was arriving.
Black red fiendish mist flowed towards the slave transporting boat like a tide.
Inside the slave transporting boat, the mood was nervous, and the loud voices of the two masters could be heard.
“Pay attention and control the flow rate of the fiendish mist!”
“Maintain the Golden Crow Fire, keep it up!”
The fiendish mist that was absorbed turned to a slender black-red flow and entered the large cauldron. The Golden Crow Fire within the cauldron seemed to have had a bucket of oil poured over it and grew.
Everyone uncontrollably stopped breathing.
The fine seal scripts on the Crimson Fiend Cauldron suddenly shot up with gold light. A vast ling power wave filled every corner of the slave transporting boat. The formations on the boat lit up at almost the same time.
Only now did the hearts of Golden Crow Camp members land. Cheers suddenly exploded.
Master Ji Wei’s face was covered in tears. Sun Bao was also very emotional, swallowing hard and unable to speak. He felt it would be worth it even if he died now!
Before Wan Tian had been urging Wei Cheng Bin to get some black fiendish energy, he and Sun Bao had already started to study the black fiendish energy.
The jade scroll that Zuo Mo had sent over had resolved many problems they could not overcome. Even though they had done this through the combined effort of the entire camp, but being able to forge such a cauldron when they were just ningmai was enough to make them famous throughout the entire world.
It wasn’t just the two masters. The people of Golden Crow Camp came from small sects, and most were those that did not have great ambitions. Everyone was uncontrollably excited at being able to complete such an amazing work. Many people couldn’t stop themselves from crying.
When Zuo Mo rushed over, this was what he saw.
Then his gaze was securely attracted to this five zhang tall Crimson Fiend Cauldron, and was dumbstruck.
“You forged this?” Zuo Mo pointed at the large cauldron and asked disbelievingly.
Sun Bao said respectfully and with pride, “Yes, Daren!”
Zuo Mo was shocked!
That was right, he was completely shocked!
He couldn’t be called skilled in formations, but his understanding of formations was far above everyone else. However, he was still amazed at the clever thinking behind the forging of the Crimson Fiend Cauldron. The forging of the Crimson Fiend Cauldron used Golden Crow Fire, and what Zuo Mo hadn’t expected was that they actually put the Great Golden Crow Formation onto this cauldron.
This way, the Golden Crow Fire inside the cauldron would be maintained for a long time and could gather Golden Crow Fire from sunlight. In the future, there would be no need to worry about the supply of Golden Crow Fire. As the amount of Golden Crow Fire inside the cauldron increased, it was very likely that it could produce even higher grade flames.
In other words, the Crimson Fire Cauldron still had room to improve.
But this wasn’t what shocked Zuo Mo the most. What gave him the greatest shock was the Crimson Fiend Cauldron could process fiendish mist and turn it to ling power.
Wasn’t … … wasn’t this the method of [Fiend Ling]?
[Fiend Ling] could transform fiendish energy to ling power. Vermillion Bird Camp was furiously cultivating this spell, but who could have expected that Golden Crow Camp would walk ahead of them.
“A pretty good talisman!” Pu Yao couldn’t help but praise.
The rich and lively ling power inside the slave transporting boat made a person feel comfortable. In this place, black fiendish energy was in endless supply. With the Crimson Fiend Cauldron, they did not need to worry about the problem of ling power at all. Their jingshi supply could also provide ling power but there would be a day when it was all used up.
The members of Golden Crow Camp all floated in this direction. Daren’s shocked expression made them feel very good.
“Can you make a few more?” Zuo Mo asked Sun Bao.
Sun Bao showed a difficult expression. “It isn’t hard to forge, but I’m afraid we cannot find suitable materials.”
In order to forge the Crimson Fiend Cauldron, all the rare materials from Bao Yi’s stores had been swept clean. If it wasn’t that Sun Bao and Ji Wei had both personally gone to demand them from Bao Yi, Bao Yi definitely would not have given the materials up.
Zuo Mo was slightly disappointed but he was not surprised. Low grade materials could not endure such powerful ling power and the domineering Golden Crow Fire.
“I’m really greedy!” Zuo Mo said mockingly. He then said to Sun Bao and Ji Wei, “Good work! In the future if you need any materials, go to Bao Yi to get them. If that bamboo stick won’t give them to you, come find me directly.”
Sun Bao and Ji Wei were overjoy, “Thanks, Daren!”
To people that enjoyed forging, this promise made them happier than anything else.
Golden Crow Camp gave Zuo Mo a big surprise. With the Crimson Fire Cauldron, the pressure placed on him instantly decreased. They could be at more ease while exploring this strange place.
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Coming out of the slave transporting boat, Zuo Mo was in a very good mood. He looked around. The camp was very busy. Everyone had not sunk into a depression but worked harder on their cultivation. Seeing the situation, Zuo Mo started to cultivate himself. Becoming stronger was better than anything else.
Pu Yao said that he had a nickname of the “Encyclopaedia of Yao Arts.” Zuo Mo felt that this nickname was a bit of an exaggeration. It wasn’t the first time this guy liked to boast, but this guy really displayed his aptitude when he started to explain yao arts.
Five hundred types of little yao arts. After Pu Yao explained them to him again, Zuo Mo had a completely different perspective.
However, Zuo Mo cared more about the Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art.
“Pu, teach me another two moves of the Archaic Wasteland Sacrificial Art!” Zuo Mo raised his face and said fawningly.
Pu Yao replied absentmindedly, “Oh, don’t try to always get free benefits. It’s a dream to think that you can combine two little yao arts to get something powerful.”
“Then you can teach me some powerful yao arts?”
“You understand all of the little yao arts?” Pu Yao glanced at him.
“Pretty much.” Zuo Mo had some confidence about this.
“Really?” Pu Yao had a slightly smile. “Then let’s test it.”
“Test? What test?” Zuo Mo became alert.
Before he finished asking, the scene in the surroundings seemed to retreat like a wave, and turn to a dark void.
This was … … Ten Finger Prison!
Damn it!
Zuo Mo didn’t have the time to swear. His vision blurred and pushed the swear words at his mouth back.
“Your consciousness has become much stronger, and you should be able to stay for twelve hours now,” Pu Yao did not waste words and said crisply. “Walk forward using the method I taught you last time. I don’t demand anything too highly of you. Twelve hours, walk thirty li forward. Ooh, this demand is just one-tenth of mine when I first came here.”
Finishing, Pu Yao did not allow Zu
o Mo to speak and disappeared.
Vast Water Clear Skies, Zuo Mo had come last time and wasn’t unfamiliar with this place. According to Pu Yao, the entire Vast Water Clear Skies was constructed from thirteen thousand low-level yao arts.
Hm, just thirty li, you think this will trouble ge?
Provoked by Pu Yao’s disdainful tone, Zuo Mo did not procrastinate. He lowered his head and started to deconstruct the yao art under his feet.
Every bit of soil, every piece of rock, every stalk of grass here was made from yao arts.
His consciousness made a close inspection. The yao arts here were completely different in Zuo Mo’s eyes than the ones from last time. Last time, if it wasn’t for Pu Yao guiding him continuously, he couldn’t have even advanced a single step. But right now, even facing low level yao arts he had never seen before, he could think of solutions.
It was a great help to him that his consciousness was stronger than in the past. No wonder they said that the consciousness was the basis of yao arts. Comparing the two visits, Zuo Mo gave a direct and deeply engraining experience. The yao arts borrowed all kinds of powers from within the world. The consciousness was like a level that leverage the power of the world.
The first yao art did not take Zuo Mo long before he deconstructed it.
Walking one step by one step, deconstructing one yao art by one yao art.
This feeling … … was somewhat familiar … …
Zuo Mo suddenly remembered why he found it familiar. In Wu Kong Mountain, he had also studied the questions of the [Preliminary Formations] jade scroll from Kun Lun. The feeling now was slightly similar.
This was a little bit interesting!
Zuo Mo did not find it dull, but found it interesting.
He gradually found some patterns, and his speed became faster. These low level yao arts had many transformations and he did not recognize the great majority of them. However, he found that if he used the right method, they were all able to be deconstructed using little yao arts.
Immersed in deconstructing yao arts, he did not notice the scenery behind him that he just deconstructed was changing.
Even more so, he did not notice a pair of eyes staring at him from nearby.
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Translator Ramblings: Golden Crow Camp is a think tank coming up with new ideas. Zuo Mo’s very lucky that Sun Bao and Ji Wei are smart and dedicated to him. Otherwise, he will be having a much harder time.
Pu Yao got tired of negotiating and not getting anything paid. So the brute force move is now used.
Chapter 338: Nan Yue
Nan Yue looked with curiosity at the male in front of her.
To be able to enter Vast Water Clear Skies in the first year of entering a yao art house, she had some fame in the art house, even though the yao art house that she belonged to was not a famed one. Even though she was very young, she was very experienced in Vast Water Clear Skies.
Last time, she had accidentally found there was a place that showed major marks of damage and instantly took note. Only today when she saw this unfamiliar male did she instantly realize she found the culprit.
She did not go up to warn him. She had stayed for a long time in Vast Water Clear Skies, and naturally had no problems with basic knowledge. The Ten Finger Prison was completely constructed from yao arts. It included almost all the yao arts. Due to this, it also became the place the yao learned yao arts. She had once learned three relatively powerful yao arts from Vast Water Clear Skies, and many places in Vast Water Clear Skies that were filled with danger were good places to gain experience.
Nan Yue had encountered incidents of destruction before, but that was mostly when some yao that destroyed the area after finding a good yao art to prevent it from landing in another person’s hands. This kind of destruction had no effect on Vast Water Clear Skies. Vast Water Clear Skies was completely constructed from yao arts. Any grass or art that was destroyed would be recreated. It was always kept at an equilibrium.
Ten Finger Prison had existed for many years, and countless Sky Yao had come through, but nothing had ever happened to Ten Finger Prison.
What Nan Yue found curious was that the other’s strange actions looked more like a kind of cultivation method.
But … … what effect would it have?
She sank into thought. It was not hard to destroy the grasses and plants of Vast Water Clear Skies. They were constructed out of yao arts, and other than some rare defensive yao arts, they were usually easily destroyed.
Was this person a destructive maniac?
She laughed. These days, there were all kinds of strange yao. There were some weird yao in her yao art house. Supposedly, there were even more of these people at famed yao arts houses.
She really had too much free time that she would spend it on such a boring matter.
Was it that she had good results in the recent tests that caused her to be slightly proud? She couldn’t help but feel ashamed. She instantly warned herself to not be proud.
Just as she was going to leave, she suddenly saw the process of the rock collapsing in front of the unfamiliar male. Her heart shook and paused mid step.
Just now, that rock had turned to powder without any warning and disappeared into the air.
This was … … this was … …
Nan Yue’s mouth was opened wide, her face written with disbelief as she looked dazedly at Zuo Mo.
Without any sound, another entire piece of rock collapsed at the exact same moment to the smallest bits of powder that dissipated into the air. After three whole breaths, Nan Yue finally reacted, and couldn’t help but yell, “Deconstruction!”
When the words came out, she frightened herself. She hurriedly covered her mouth in fear of alarming the other.
However, the other fortunately had not been disturbed and was still in a trance.
After observing for a long time, Nan Yue was certain the other was deconstructing these yao arts, and was not destroying them. If he used brute force to destroy these rocks made from yao arts, the rock will just turn to a ball of light and then disappear.
Deconstruction and destruction were two completely different concepts. Destruction was to damage from the outside, and deconstruction was to dismember from the inside, and cause it to be destroyed.
The difficulty of deconstruction was far higher than destruction. It required a deep understanding of yao arts. Vast Water Clear Skies was only the first prison of Ten Finger Prison and there were only low-level yao arts here, but the yao arts here were innumerable. How could one be familiar with all of them?
The more Nan Yue saw, the more shocked she was. The speed the other deconstructed at made her heart beat wildly.
The ever-changing yao arts did not seem to be an obstacle to this male. His movements flowed without hurry. Everywhere he passed, the plants and grasses turned to dust and disappeared from beside his feet.
He did not look, and he did not stop in his steps.
Nan Yue was dazed as she watched.
At the beginning, she had doubted if her guess had been accurate. Even those high level students in the yao art house wouldn’t be so smooth and quick.
This was a daren!
Daren was the general term for those powerful and profound yao.
Maybe this great yao was trying a certain yao art? Or he was trying to comprehending some secret technique?
This was the only possibility that she was able to think of. Vast Water Clear Skies was the first level of Ten Finger Prison. Most of those who came here were little yao that had just entered the yao art houses. There were only low level yao arts here, and were not of help to those powerful yao.
But the strength shown by this person far surpassed them.
Nan Yue quickly realized this was a rare chance. She instantly thought rapidly how she could go up and initiate a conversation. In the yao art houses, everyone like to call situations like this wild wondrous encounters.
The yao arts houses publicly passed on many yao arts but these
were the basic yao arts of each yao art level. As to the skills of each teacher, those were secret. Using the Purple Lotus Yao Art House that Nan Yue belonged to as the example, they took in two thousand students annually. After five to seven years of education, they would graduate with results based on each person’s consciousness and skill in the yao arts.
In these five to seven years, those little yao that studied hard and were talented might receive the favor of a certain teacher and become their student. Only these students had the possibility of receiving their line of succession. The teachers had the freedom to choose their students. Normally, the teachers only had to teach basic yao arts to all the students .
The best way to learn more profound yao arts was to become the personal student of a teacher. However, the competition inside the yao art house was very fierce. Every teacher was being targeted by countless students that wanted to enter their doors. Nan Yue’s talent was not high. The reason she had the achieved grades she did was due to her hard work. The teachers of the schools were perceptive. How could they not see this? Right now, the teachers all hoped to pick students with talent. Students like her only had the tiniest of chances.
Maybe this Daren was an opportunity!
At this time, she had to be shameless!
Nan Yue thought of the stories and experiences that her elder classmates had passed onto her. Gritting her teeth, she went next to Zuo Mo.
However, she did not speak, but silently stood and did not make a sound.
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Zuo Mo felt a thread of exhaustion. He stopped because he found that when he was tired due to manipulating his consciousness, his rate of deconstruction would quickly decrease. He turned his head back to look at the path he had just walked. In one hour, he had advanced about two li. Based on this rate, he would only make twenty four li in twelve hours. There was quite a distance to the thirty li that Pu Yao set down. But Zuo Mo was not in a hurry, and took the time of rest to recall the experiences.
As the number of yao arts he deconstructed increased, his speed moving forward had increased. He could clearly feel that the time he spent on the last li was much shorter than the time he spent on the first li. Even though each type of yao art was different, he still understood and gradually became accustomed to the process.