“You wasted all those points just for this thing?”
Yang Hongying shrieked.
Li Mo was holding a red green and black chain made from meteorite, jade essence, and Ye Xiaolu’s grief.
“What does it do? What makes it worth spending so many points? Now I sorely regret listening to you.”
Yang Hongying stared a hole in Li Mo.
She followed Li Mo’s advice and bought Underworld Grass by selling her soul stone. The last few days she spent trying to grow it but it left her sorely disappointed as the Underworld Grass was as dead as ever.
“Take out the Underworld Grass.”
Yang Hongying placed it before Li Mo.
“Leave it in my care.”
“You can revive it?”
“Of course.”
Yang Hongying was overjoyed, “How long?”
“Eight decades at the quickest and two centuries at the latest.”
Yang Hongying’s smile froze.
“That long?”
“That’s actually quite fast. An unbloomed Underworld Grass is a premium item. The longer it takes to bear fruit the better its effect.”
“Is this your idea of a sick joke? Two hundred years? How does one live that long when even an expert can only extend their lifespan by two decades at most?
“I’ll long die before I see it bloom!”
Yang Hongying rolled her eyes in anger.
“Your soul power is strong. You need only comprehend how to cultivate right and living for three centuries more will be nothing.”
“Where’s a knife?”
“Kitchen.”
Yang Hongying made a beeline for the kitchen.
“What are you doing?”
“I want to kill you. Oh, my soul stone, all my efforts over the years gone. It’s all your fault I sold the soul stone for this damn thing!” Yang Hongying shrieked.
“The Underworld Grass is many times more valuable than that poor soul stone. How is it that you lost anything?”
Yang Hongying stopped and hugged her head as she wailed.
“You’re saying you want to speed up the Underworld Grass’ blooming?”
“As if that’s possible!”
“It is very much possible. Only the effect of the Underworld Fruit will only be 5% of the original.”
“5%? I would settle for even 0.5%. Don’t try to lie to me you damn cheater.”
“You really want to eat it now?”
Li Mo raised the Underworld Grass.
“Of course. I want it yesterday!”
“In a moment.”
Li Mo entered the study with the Underworld Grass.
Yang Hongying was left seething on the couch.
Half an hour later, Li Mo came out sweaty from the study, his hand holding two black fruits as well as the now vibrant Underworld Grass.
Yang Hongying stood up in shock.
“Of the two, I will take one as payment. Here are the Underworld Fruit and the other fruit.”
“They’re real?”
Yang Hongying took them skeptically and sniffed. She never saw an Underworld Fruit but her soul power thrummed from smelling it.
She ate it on the spot and soul power was visible with the naked eye as it roamed all over her.
This phenomenon proved she was a third level soul cultivator. A mere Underworld Fruit had raised her from a measly second level all the way to peak third level.
Yang Hongying tried to condense her soul power but failed this last step.
Soul power taking physical form was the sign of a fourth level soul cultivator!
‘So close…’
Yang Hongying was down on her dumps.
“Now that you ate the Underworld Fruit, the frail Underworld Grass’ soul power will no longer help you. It’s best you sell it instead of taking it.”
“If I waited eighty years, would I be a fourth level soul cultivator?” Yang Hongying’s voice quivered.
“Even fifth level wouldn’t have been a problem.”
Yang Hongying’s body trembled.
“W-why didn’t you explain it clearly? You….ahhhh! I am such a fool, ahhhh…”
Yang Hongying shrieked while holding her head.
The higher the level, the higher the power gap. A first level had a chance at beating a second level. While in the case of a second level against a third level, it’d be the same as an adult holding a gun to a kid on the streets. Not to mention the gap would only deepen as one went higher in level.
While a fifth level had no trouble shirking of a nuclear blast, a fourth level could only fend off bullets at best and that if it wasn’t aimed for the eyes, neck, or bellow belt.
“How did you do it? Weren’t you weaker than me…
“It has to be that soul item!” Yang Hongying’s eyes sparkled.
“State your price… nevermind.”
Yang Hongying waved it off as a joke at the end. You kidding? How could a soul item that can increase one’s level could be weighted in money?
“How unfair. Just how come you get to have such a great soul item? Why isn’t me…”
Li Mo interjected, “You sure you want it?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I’ll do anything if you do.”
“Then give me Yang clan’s Heavenly Dao Tea tree in exchange.”
Yang Hongying’s eyes shined, “For real?”
“Undoubtedly.”
“Ha-ha, great. Don’t go regretting it later.”
“I won’t. My word is gold.”
“Good, very good. But then how am I to know if it’s real or fake after the exchange?”
“You can use it on an Underworld Grass and try growing it. If it shows no reaction, no exchange will take place.”
Li Mo had no soul item, but it wasn’t hard to come up with one that could grow Underworld Grass for Yang Hongying.
“Awesome. I’ll go now and get the Heavenly Dao Tea tree. Don’t you go regret it later.”
“No regret whatsoever.”
“Ha-ha-ha, perfect.”
Yang Hongying ran all jittery.
“Does that mean the Yang clan has more than one Heavenly Dao Tea tree?”
Yang Hongying’s answer was just too fast and enthusiastic, leaving Li Mo skeptical.
Referring to value, a hundred mature Underworld Fruits wouldn’t be up to a Heavenly Dao Tea tree’s worth.
Ye Xiaolu, wearing a camisole with an open midriff and jeans shorts, was taking a bite out of an apple as she left the study.
“That girl’s personality sucks so why waste your time with her? I would’ve kicked her out ages ago.”
Li Mo eyed her, “Don’t use Qingyi’s body whenever you like.”
“Why? I’m taking very good care of it. Do you know how long it’s been since I tasted anything? This is so damn good.”
“Are you sure you’re a superstar?”
“Yep.”
“Is a superstar supposed to be vulgar?”
“With big enough fame, even if I swear, all anyone can say is that I have personality.”
Ye Xiaolu rolled her eyes at Li Mo. She hoisted one leg over the other and grabbed grapes from the fruit bowl on the coffee table, relishing every grape.
“By the way, why should I use Qingyi’s body less? Is there a side effect?”
“The more your soul and this vessel are in tune the more it will reject Qingyi’s soul. Haven’t you notice how down that girl had been recently?”
Ye Xiaolu was stunned then tilted her head, “I never knew you cared.”
Li Mo left for his study with his chain when the phone rang.
It was Du Fei.
“Bro Mo, a new in-house test is about to start!”
