The reward that Zuo Chongming had been waiting for finally came according to the imperial edict.
Money and other things can be ignored. Anyway, it's not much in exchange for Yuanshi. It's a small fortune to survive.
There are only two things that really matter to him.
[Bingxin Suppressing Pill]: Cultivation value, effectively improves resistance to illusions, hallucinations, etc., and reduces the consumption of stimulating the blood of demons by 50%. Each person is limited to one pill.
[Millennium Earth Heart Milk]: After taking it and refining it with exercises, it can be converted into a large amount of cultivation value. (The specific value varies from person to person, and each person can only take it once.)
It is no exaggeration to say that if you take out any of these two things, you can easily exchange them for thousands of yuan stones.
Gulu~!
After swallowing the Bing Xin Shen Shen Dan, the medicine was instantly cold as it entered the abdomen.
Zuo Chongming shivered, and he opened his mouth and let out a burst of cold air: "Grass, it feels so cold..."
Silently digesting the elixir, he opened the jade bottle Gululu and swallowed the earth core milk cleanly, then started refining it by running the technique directly.
[Tip]: "Refined for thousands of years, the Earth's Heart Milk has a cultivation value of 1000."
[Prompt]: "Refined for thousands of years, the Earth's Heart Milk has a cultivation value of 800."
Almost every few seconds or more than ten seconds, a prompt message will pop up.
Zuo Chongming's cultivation level is rapidly increasing at an exaggerated speed.
Half an hour passed, and he was relieved to have finished refining it. He looked at the Yuan Dan in his hand in surprise: "The quality is higher than expected."
His current upper limit of cultivation level is 40,000. Even if you exclude the 10,000 given by the elixir, there is still a gap of 30,000.
But the thousand-year-old earth's heart milk was filled to the brim for him, and even overflowed by about 20,000 yuan. It was simply terrifying.
Fortunately, he had the Demonic Yuan Dan, and the extra 20,000 yuan of cultivation was not wasted, otherwise he would have vomited blood.
"Promote the Gang Armor Technique first."
Zuo Chongming called up the panel, spent 30,000 cultivation points to upgrade it, and then imported the cultivation level in Yuan Dan into the panel.
After thinking for a moment, he upgraded his skills to the third level, reaching the limit of the early stage of blood coagulation realm, and then raised his sword skills by two levels.
[Bloodline]: Purple Jade Thunder Dragon (Every time the bloodline is stimulated, 500 cultivation levels are consumed, and 50 cultivation levels are continuously consumed every second.)
Zuo Chongming looked at the greatly changed panel and secretly cursed in his heart: "Damn, this advanced martial art is so demanding on cultivation, it makes my scalp numb just looking at it."
If the skill reaches the fourth level, it requires 40,000 cultivation levels. The Tathagata Divine Palm requires 50,000.
Upgrading the Seven Star Sword Code to level six requires thirty-two thousand cultivation levels. Upgrading Fudo Myoto to level five requires nineteen thousand two hundred cultivation levels.
Damn it, it adds up to hundreds of thousands.
"Players, come here quickly, I am too lacking in cultivation."
Zuo Chongming was mumbling in his mind and stood up to stretch his muscles.
Accompanied by the sudden roar of dragons and tigers, the rich blood seeped out of the body, and in an instant it condensed into a pair of armor that was dark, black and full of evil energy.
The surface of the armor is densely covered with inscriptions, and the scales are like dragon scales, glowing with a strange purple-red light, and sometimes purple electricity bursts out...
The little monk Hui Hai who was watching silently watched Zuo Chongming's changes, and couldn't help but tremble at the corner of his mouth.
He has gradually become accustomed to Zuo Chongming's monster behavior, and he wouldn't be too surprised even if it becomes more abnormal.
"Brother Ming."
After Hui Hai finished practicing his boxing, he suddenly asked: "What do you think about the marriage granted by Emperor Wu?"
In addition to the reward, this imperial edict focused on two things.
The first thing is to grant a marriage. After the attack on Nan Feiyu, Emperor Wu really started to think about this, but the princess is not Nan Feiyu.
Because Nan Feiyu didn't want to marry him, and Emperor Wu didn't want to delay the two of them, he changed the marriage to a princess. Anyway, he had many daughters.
This princess's name is Nan Yuyan, the 42nd child of Emperor Wu, and the 24th in terms of daughters alone.
It is said that he is exactly fifteen years old this year, more than one year younger than Zuo Chongming, so they are of the same age.
"Let's hold it off for now."
Zuo Chongming didn't take it seriously. At present, it was just a marriage grant. If he really wanted to wait for marriage, it would take at least three years.
Because according to the rules of the Wu Dynasty, a man can only get married when he is crowned, and he is twenty years old when he is crowned.
He is now a few months shy of seventeen, so it is still early.
"Master Zuo."
Just then, a piercing scream sounded: "What's going on with this account? Why do you owe so much money?"
The new eunuch Wang Xing came angrily with his account books.
However, when he looked into Zuo Chongming's scarlet eyes, a layer of cold sweat suddenly broke out on his forehead, and his momentum instantly weakened.
Disperse Gang Armor Technique.
Zuo Chongming asked curiously: "Master Wang, what makes you so anxious?"
Wang Xing wiped his sweat and smiled dryly: "We just want to know what the two thousand five hundred yuan stone to rescue the princess means?"
Two thousand five? Yuan stone?
When Hui Hai next to him heard this amount, his eyes widened and he subconsciously held his breath.
This is converted into silver, which is a total of 2.5 million.
"This..."
Zuo Chongming replied matter-of-factly: "That's what it means literally. Don't you understand? The cost of saving the princess..."
"Of course our family understands, but why are there so many?" Wang Xing's teeth became sore when he heard it, and he sucked in the cold air and said, "It's more than two thousand yuan of stone."
Zuo Chongming sneered: "Do you think the barbarian conspiracy is so easy to detect? I tell you, this is shared equally with the money of Yonghe County."
Wang Xing's eyes widened: "Share equally? In other words...five thousand yuan stones?"
"You don't know..."
Zuo Chongming smiled bitterly: "You must also know the fate of Huang Ting and the others. You should know that the formation set up by the barbarians is by no means so easy to break."
Wang Xing narrowed his eyes: "I know this. I heard that you used the Dragon God Cannon?"
Zuo Chongming rolled his eyes: "I put aside my old face and relied on my thin face to reluctantly rent a Dragon God Cannon from Bafeng Tower."
"The rent for the Dragon God Cannon alone costs one thousand yuan, and one shell costs four hundred yuan. It took five rounds to break the formation."
Wang Xing took a breath of cold air: "Hiss... if you calculate it this way, a single Dragon Divine Cannon plus five shells will be 3,000 Yuan Stone?"
"Who says it isn't?"
Zuo Chongming complained: "We finally broke the formation and rescued the princess, but the barbarians took the princess as an enemy of the formation."
"The princess has been corroded by the evil spirit of resentment for several days and may die at any time. In desperation, I have no choice but to go to the Bafeng Tower again."
Wang Xing was a little confused: "What are you doing there?"
"Continue to pay on credit."
Zuo Zhongming said confidently: "We have to save the princess, right? The elixirs in our warehouse are of no use, so we can only go to Bafeng Tower to buy them at a high price."