"What realm has his cultivation of the Azure Mark Technique reached?"

  Pu Yao's sudden words made Zuo Mo immediately sense Pu Yao's urgent mood. Having been with Pu Yao for a long time, Zuo Mo had also gradually come to understand some of Pu Yao's habits. Generally speaking, Pu Yao had an attitude of disdain towards most things, but when faced with something that would be extremely helpful to him, he would unreservedly reveal his eager desire.

  In this regard, Pu Yao is quite direct. Of course, most of the time, his directness makes it difficult for people to accept him easily.

  For example, he now openly yearns for the Golden Soul, and for another example, if Zuo Mo hadn't helped him get his hands on the Golden Soul. Just wait, countless little shoes are waiting behind him.

  The threat of the Pú Yāo has reached a stark and naked level.

  Zuo Mo deeply understood this point, and he lightly coughed, pretending to be nonchalant as he asked: "To what extent have you cultivated your Cyan Scar Art?"

  Cang Ze was shocked, Cang Hen's technique, how did the other side know about Cang Hen's technique? Cang Ze's shock was noticed by Nan Yue beside him, and she secretly thought, could it be another mysterious technique like "Tian Nan Jian Shu"?

  Adults are really mysterious!

  Cang Ze stared tightly at Zuo Mo, wanting to see through his face.

  But Zuo Mo was a seasoned person, with a straight face, and he learned from Pu Yao's expressionless face. In his heart, he secretly muttered to himself, how pure and kind he used to be, but after following Pu Yao for so long, he had also become proficient in all sorts of deceitful tricks.

  Of course, he would not have a guilty conscience, but rather is trying to play his current role well.

  Cang Ze couldn't see any clues, and since the other party could mention the name of Cang Hen Shu, it shouldn't be a random shot. Among the many demonic arts that currently exist in the Cang tribe, "Cang Hen Shu" is quite inconspicuous. Young people with some talent in the tribe generally do not choose to major in this demonic art; they prefer more powerful demonic arts like "Cang Hai Shu" or "Cang Yun Shu".

  However, as the grandson of the tribe's leader, Cang Ze knew more than ordinary Cang people. For example, the elders' secret research on the "Canghen Technique" had never stopped.

  What a sinister art of the Cang tribe, why did he mention "Canghen Shu" out of all things?

  Innumerable thoughts churned in Cang Ze's mind as he bowed his head and said, "I have never cultivated the Azure Mark Technique."

  "No cultivation?" Pu Yao was taken aback.

  Zuo Mo reacted quickly and also stared blankly: "You haven't cultivated the Azure Mark Technique?"

  "Has the Cang tribe created another powerful sorcery?" The Pú Yāo muttered to himself, furrowing his brow in surprise.

  "Are you people of the Cang tribe creating some kind of powerful sorcery again?" Zuo Mo was both shocked and delighted.

  Cang Ze gritted his teeth: "It's not that there's a new and ingenious magic, it's just that the student is foolish and can't find the door to Canghen technique." His heart was racing, and he also changed from "below" to "student".

  In the sea of knowledge, Pu Yao's eyebrows relaxed and he let out a breath: "Tell him that you'll teach him the art of Cang Hen, and every year, exchange five strands of golden soul."

  "Can you use the Cyan Scar Art?" Zuo Mo asked Pu Yao with some doubt.

  "That thing is simple, it just went around in a circle." The self-assured Pú Yāo swung his hand with great momentum.

  Zuo Mo was about to believe and doubt, but Pu Yao knew too many things. However, the muttering in his heart did not affect his response. He lightly coughed: "I happen to know a bit of the method for cultivating the Cyan Mark."

  Cang Ze only felt a strong sense of happiness suddenly breaking through his psychological defenses, and he even felt a little dizzy.

  His voice trembled slightly: "Really?"

  "That's right." Zu Mo said with a stiff face.

  At this time, Cang Ze showed the quality of a grandson of a tribal chief. He didn't get carried away and lose control of his emotions, but instead suppressed his excitement and asked respectfully: "What can my Cang tribe do to serve you, teacher?"

  Zuo Mo gave a glance of praise to Cang Ze, thinking that this kid was indeed exceptional. However, his appreciation didn't make him plan on giving the other party any discounts: "Ten threads of Golden Soul every year."

  With one word, Zuo Mo immediately doubled the opening price of the Pu Yao.

  It's not that I'm greedy, it's just that I have a family to support!

  In the vast ocean of knowledge, the foolish mortal is stunned and speechless.

  He let out a hiss, and Chong Ze sucked in a breath of cold air. Although he had mentally prepared himself for the price that the Chong Clan would have to pay, ten strands of Golden Soul every year was still beyond his expectations.

  "This is an important matter, students should consult with their elders in the family."

  Cang Ze answered cautiously.

  "Alright." Zuo Mo didn't waste any words and continued pointing at Nan Yue: "She's my follower, from now on you can just look for her directly."

  Cang Ze heard this and hastily exchanged spiritual imprint records with Nan Yue. A rustic "Cang" character flew out in front of Cang Ze, with two clusters of sparse, grayish-blue shrubs at the top. Nan Yue also summoned her own spiritual imprint record, which was a curved purple wisteria forming the characters "Tian Nan".

  Noticing Nan Yue's spiritual imprint, Cang Ze's heart skipped a beat. In his investigation, Nan Yue had no background to speak of, coming from an extremely small ethnic group, living in poverty, ordinary to the point of being unremarkable. Yet seeing her spiritual imprint now left him utterly astonished.

  Coming from a prestigious family, he naturally wouldn't lack research on divine mark recognition. The writing style of this "Tian Nan" is vastly different from the current one, and such divine marks mostly appear on those ancient clans.

  He secretly remembered it in his heart, planning to investigate thoroughly when the time came. He stretched out his finger and lightly tapped on the two words "Tian Nan", a purple light flew into his divine consciousness seal. Nan Yue also did the same.

  After exchanging minds, both parties can easily get in touch with each other.

  Cang Ze hastily bid farewell and rushed back to report. He had a faint premonition that this opportunity might be the turning point for the Cang tribe.

  Cang Ze left, Zuo Mo pointed at Hui Nan Yue and then left as well.

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  "It's actually a broken road." Qian Liu was somewhat surprised: "The style is quite another kind of."

  The man with a fiery face seemed uninterested in the chessboard, looked around and suddenly chuckled: "Those little ghosts are probably getting impatient."

  Qian Liu knew who Huo Mian Ren was talking about, smiled and didn't say a word, continuing to focus on observing the Wilderness Chessboard. Mo Shui Ming Kong was left behind by him three hundred years ago, an unintentional move at that time, he also hadn't taken it too seriously.

  However, the curiosity in his heart did not diminish at all. He couldn't remember how long it had been since he last came to Mo Shui Ming Kong. As a master who mixed with the Seventh Prison, the First Prison was indeed a somewhat distant memory. Today, he specifically came to take a look at the new First Prison established by the guy who broke his own Mo Shui Ming Kong, and see what it looked like.

  "I heard he's also very young?" Senri asked with interest.

  "Pretty young!" The fire-faced man raised his eyebrows, and the face in the fireball also raised its eyebrows, with a hint of schadenfreude: "Now he's probably already on that little devil's challenge list."

  "There's nothing wrong with it." Qian Liu didn't express any opinion: "A little competition is a good thing."

  He withdrew his divine consciousness and said with some regret: "Unfortunately, I couldn't trigger the Prison Break War. The most powerful things are all inside."

  The triggering conditions of the Prison Break War have always been shrouded in mystery. For example, as the first prison, Mo Shui Ming Kong, no one has triggered it for 300 years. However, during these 300 years, the second, fourth and fifth prisons have all been triggered. The rules behind this are truly puzzling

  Qian Liu had been through the Prison Break War and knew much more than ordinary people.

  The trigger condition for the Prison Break War has nothing to do with strength, but rather with boundaries, and it's an extremely subtle relationship. If it's too high, it won't work, like him, 300 years ago he could trigger the first prison break war, but now he can't.

  The boundary is low, and it's also not okay.

  Moreover, the Ten Finger Prison seems to favor young and high-level youkai.

  What a pity!

  Qian Liu shook his head regretfully, the other party's truly formidable demonic technique branding was all in the Battle of Broken Prison. The chessboard of the Wild Beast was filled with mysterious and precise techniques to break the demonic technique, it was simply like a rich ocean of questions.

  There are countless masters who have crossed hands with me, but such a unique style is still the first time I've seen it, and it's a bit unbearable.

  Huomian saw the look of regret on Qianliu's face and suddenly came over: "I actually have a way."

  "What's the solution?"

  "Let those little demons come." The Fire-faced Man had an air of 'the more chaotic the better': "Those little demons must be raring to go, let them come and break through the Beast Chessboard."

  A thousand thoughts flashed through his mind, but he shook his head and said, "The Prison Break War is not that easy to trigger."

  "Haha, this doesn't concern us anyway. I reckon those old ghosts will be interested too." The Fire-faced Man chuckled and then said with a carefree expression: "Don't worry about this matter, I'll take care of it!"

  Qianliu was indeed curious about Zuo Mo's magic in his heart, smiled and didn't stop him, only reminding him: "Don't make too much trouble."

  "Don't worry, don't worry." The man with a fiery face was excited.

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  Zuo Mo suddenly felt a surge of hot air blowing onto his face as he exited the Wilderness Chessboard.

  A sudden movement, and Luo Mo hastily opened his eyes, a familiar face almost stuck to his.

  "Ah Kui!"

  He let out a sigh, picked up Agui's face and curiously asked: "What are you doing?"

  The ghost stared at him blankly and didn't respond.

  Zuo Mo finished asking his question and was taken aback, then suddenly a look of surprise flashed across his face: "Ah Gui, Ah Gui!"

  A Gui still stared at Zuo Mo in a daze, unmoving and uncaring.

  The joyful expression on Zuo's face gradually faded away, he carefully examined A Gui, her eyes were still empty and wooden, and she couldn't help but reveal a disappointed look. A Gui had not recovered. He shook his head, mocking himself in his heart, thinking that he was indeed greedy.

  He quickly recovered from his loss, Ah Gui didn't recover but compared to before, she had a lot more vitality.

  At least this is a sign of improvement!

  After figuring it out, Zuomo's mind cleared up instantly, and he regained his energy. He quickly stood up, grabbed A Gui, put him on his back, and rushed towards the door.

  "A Gui, let's go, we're going to Bai Long's place to have some fun!"