He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 97 My 23 Things About My Grandmaster (Part 20)

A gentle breeze blows through my ink-black hair, and I gaze upon a beautiful woman under the moonlight.

Mo Zhu smiled.

Let him have his way this once.

"Xiaoxiaoxiao" means you don't speak properly.

The menacing voice of the eagle came, accompanied by the sound of scales scraping against the sand and stones.

"Howling Howling" Master!!!

The eagle's eyes locked onto Mo Zhu with unerring accuracy. Then, it dropped Zhao Yu, whose face was bruised and swollen, which it was holding in its claws, and exaggeratedly rushed towards Mo Zhu.

Bang! Mo Zhu dodged, and it crashed into a tree.

Killer Eagle shook his head, trying to shake out the stars that were still spinning in his mind.

She looked at Mo Zhu with an expression as if he were a heartless man.

She was practically begging for mercy, like she was about to bite her handkerchief and whine.

Mo Zhu coldly turned his eyes away, finding it unbearable to look at. He absolutely refused to admit that this silly eagle had anything to do with him.

It was the green python that was more reliable; it dragged Zhao Yu over and threw him aside.

Zhao Yu's tears fell; they were all from the pain.

If he had known this would happen, he would never have gone out today!

Mo Zhu walked over with a dark face, wishing he could kick this talkative guy a few more times.

I know I only have a few days left to live, do you really need to rush to tell Wen Xiaoyan?

Still calling me "woman," what do you mean by agreeing to let me be your woman? You're asking for it.

"Wait, wait! Immortal Lord, spare me! I have a way to save that righteous cultivator! I have a way!!"

Seeing that the brutal kick was about to land on him, Zhao Yu's whole body trembled, and he hurriedly begged for mercy.

He only realized he had said the wrong thing after he was beaten up by Killer Eagle, so he racked his brains trying to figure out how to make amends.

I actually came up with an idea, but I don't know if it will work. Anyway, I'll try anything to save my life.

Sure enough, Wen Yan quickly stopped Mo Zhu, her eyes gleaming.

Zhao Yu: "But I have a request."

"Please speak," Wen Yan said politely.

The impolite Mo Zhu kicked a crooked tree, as thick as a dozen people, right in front of him. The extremely impolite Qing Mang slapped his tail, creating cracks as wide as a person in the ground. The extremely impolite Sha Ying dug a huge pit, just big enough to bury him.

Zhao Yu swallowed hard and said quickly, "Spare my life."

"Any more?"

"No, no, absolutely no more."

He looked at the menacing-looking group, nodded knowingly, and trembled slightly.

Wen Yan turned around following his gaze.

Mo Zhu leaned against a tree, closing his eyes to rest, while Sha Ying and Qing Mang curled up together.

Isn't this great?

Why is his body shaking? Is he sick?

"Alright, then tell me what method you are using?"

Zhao Yu hesitated for a moment before slowly asking, "Have you ever heard of lotus flowers and lotus roots?"

What is that?

Wen Yan shook her head honestly.

"Well, how should I put it? I once read in an ancient book that a child named Nezha committed suicide, and later a Taoist priest found lotus flowers and lotus roots to reconstruct his physical body."

"The physical body fits perfectly, even a thousand times or ten thousand times more powerful than before. The heroine can give it a try."

Zhao Yu swallowed hard, cautiously observing the group.

Hmm, I wonder if they managed to fool us?

This is a myth from his hometown, so it should be considered an ancient book.

Wen Yan lowered her head to assess the reliability of his words.

Mo Zhu seemed to be deep in thought.

"Are you talking about the lotus root of the Ninth-Grade Jade Lotus—the Ten-Thousand-Year-Old Seven-Fragrance Jade Lotus Root?"

Zhao Yu had no idea whether it was true or not; all he knew was that if he didn't nod right now, he would die.

So he nodded very firmly.

After asking the question, Mo Zhu fell into deep thought.

He had only thought about repairing his physical body, but the repair speed was not fast enough to keep up with the speed of the demonic energy's corrosion. Now someone has given him another idea—to reshape his physical body.

The Wannian Qixiang Yuzhen Lotus Root does indeed have the effect of purifying flesh and bones, so this explanation might be plausible.

So he nodded at Wen Yan.

Wen Yan's face lit up with joy, and she was about to run off to find the Ten Thousand Year Seven Fragrance Jade Lotus Root almost without stopping, but Mo Zhu stopped her.

Do you know where the 10,000-year-old Seven-Fragrance Jade Lotus Root is?

Wen Yan shook her head, then looked at the person who might be the only one at the scene who knew.

Zhao Yu immediately shook his head in agreement.

Just kidding, he'd never even heard of that kind of lotus root, let alone knew where it was.

Wen Yan looked miserable, disappointed again.

Mo Zhu looked at her and said with amusement, "So disappointed?"

"The world is so vast, where should we even begin to search?" Wen Yan asked, looking utterly hopeless.

"Why don't you ask me if I know?" He smiled and raised an eyebrow at her.

Wen Yan's eyes lit up instantly!

"you know!"

"I do not know."

Wen Yan:……

I don't know what you're so confident about.

"But I know where it might be."

Wen Yan: Will you die if you don't tease me for a while?

"Do you still remember the jade lotus I sat on when I was in seclusion?" Mo Zhu asked slowly, looking at her.

“It was with me even before it was sealed away,” a hint of nostalgia flashed in Mo Zhu’s eyes. “Now it’s been ten thousand years. Although its quality is not as good as the ninth-grade jade lotus… it’s barely enough, isn’t it?”

Wen Yan frowned, somewhat disapproving: "You want to use that jade lotus to cultivate the ten-thousand-year-old Seven-Fragrance Jade Lotus? Although that jade lotus has ten thousand years of cultivation, the advancement of each spiritual herb is not only determined by the years of cultivation, but also by its cultivation level."

"That jade lotus should be grade eight, and the cultivation effect is completely different from that of a grade nine jade lotus, not to mention the other risks involved."

Seeing Mo Zhu's worried expression, she couldn't bear to see him take such a risk.

Mo Zhu casually patted her head, looking relaxed, and didn't rush to answer her question. He simply reached out to borrow her sword.

He casually dragged his sword on the ground, the sharp blade carving a dark silver gleam on the gravel.

"Then we'll have to ask this gentleman."

Mo Zhu tightened his grip, and a sword appeared out of nowhere, positioned against Zhao Yu's throat. Zhao Yu's Adam's apple accidentally touched the blade, leaving a trace of blood. His face turned pale, and his legs trembled uncontrollably. The raging murderous aura emanating from the man made his soul tremble.

Zhao Yu recognized a despairing truth:

He really wanted to kill him!

"That guy lurking in the shadows, if you don't show yourself soon, he's going to die..."

Mo Zhu smiled faintly, his eyes full of amusement.

As he spoke, the sword in his hand moved forward an inch, truly pressing against his throat.

Zhao Yu didn't even dare to swallow the saliva secreted due to nervousness. He stared wide-eyed at a moving shadow in the dark, his eyes bloodshot.

The wind in the wilderness blew a strange lullaby, its sound ethereal and intangible, appearing and disappearing in the distance.

Wen Yan reacted quickly and flew behind Mo Zhu to assume a defensive posture, determined to protect his back.

There are other people here?!

The person was able to hide with her for so long, yet she couldn't sense even the slightest trace of their aura; their skill was far superior to hers.

She swallowed nervously, quickly thinking of a solution.

Judging from Mo Zhu's appearance, he should be able to handle it, but with her added, things might be different. She needs to stay calm and not hold him back.

"Wen Xiaoyan, what are you nervous about?"

Mo Zhu leaned against Wen Yan's back in a completely relaxed posture, and when he felt the girl's stiff spine, he turned his head indifferently and comforted her in her ear.

"It's just a little tagalong, don't scare yourself."

"You have quite the audacity."

A man dressed entirely in black emerged from the shadows, slowly raising his head to reveal a refined and perfect face.

Wen Yan was stunned the moment she saw his face.