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When he heard Du Shaomu's words, Cloud King suddenly turned around as if he had been electrocuted.
A pair of calm eyes that were like an ancient well kept staring at Du Shaomu. Their eyes flashed as they exclaimed, "How did you know?!"
In these ten years, he had not made any progress, and his Martial King Stage had even dropped from the seventh level to the second level.
Over the past ten years, he had seen countless Pill Master with outstanding medical skills, but no one knew what problems existed with him.
Even he himself couldn't feel anything, it was just that his body had been getting worse and worse for the past ten years, getting more and more exhausted. The cultivation was no longer able to advance, and had even continued to fall, unable to stop anything.
Especially in the past two years, the problem had become more and more serious.
As the master of Dreamy Cloud City, every action of Cloud King had huge implications.
The Dreamy Cloud Ninth City seemed to be extremely gentle, and the entire Yuv state was extremely respectful towards him, Cloud King.
However, Zhuge Yan was clear that there were some things that he was not immersed in. However, he did not know that underneath the gentleness, there was actually a berserk vortex.
If word were to spread out that his cultivation did not advance, and instead retreated, his body would get worse and worse every day, and at that time, who knew how much trouble he would cause?
Those people who were staring at the Yun Family, would probably not wait for the opportunity to make their move and would attack together.
"Mr Mo, how did you know this?"
At this moment, Zhuge Yan's heart was in turmoil as he looked at Du Shaomu in shock.
"Looking at your attitude, it seems like you have reached a point where you cannot be suppressed recently. I'm afraid that in as long as a year or as short as three months, you will fall below the Martial Marquis Stage. At that time, even the gods would not be able to save you!"
Du Shaomu continued speaking to Zhuge Yan.
"Mr Mo knows what's wrong with me?"
Zhuge Yan could no longer remain calm. On his pale wrinkled face, his eyes were bright as he looked at Du Shaomu. His body was trembling non-stop.
"Of course." Du Shaomu nodded.
"So, you can cure my grandfather?"
At this moment, when she heard Du Shaomu's words, Zhuge Yixi's eyes were filled with astonishment. Then, a look of excitement gushed out from her eyes.
"Sure." Du Shaomu still nodded.
"As long as you can cure my grandfather, I can promise you anything you want as compensation."
Zhuge Yixi's clear face was so excited that it was slightly flushed. Her hands were helpless. Her expression was like that of a frightened cat, a type of beauty that would cause others to feel pity for her.
"You, little girl, can't pay for what I want." Du Shaomu glanced at Zhuge Yixi calmly and said.
Hearing Du Shaomu's words, Zhuge Yixi's excited face turned cold, instantly returning to its usual calm state. However, her cheeks were flushed red for a while, and the combination of the cold and the moving made her young and immature face seem to be mysteriously emitting an indescribably charming charm.
"That is to say, Mr Mo can really cure my problem?"
Zhuge Yan couldn't resist the hope in his heart. How many years has it been? Never mind that no one has been able to cure him, no one has even seen through his problem on their own accord.
However, Mr Mo was able to see through everything with just a glance.
This was his hope!
"I said yes, that's fine. However, if you want me to attack, you must pay me some compensation." Du Shaomu said.
"I wonder what reward Mr Mo needs? If this old man can get it, it definitely won't be a problem."
Zhuge Yan looked at Du Shaomu with excitement in his eyes. As long as he could cure the problem on his body, any price paid would be worth it.
Although Zhuge Yixi's eyes were cold and elegant, she was also looking at Du Shaomu. She did not know what reward Du Shaomu needed.
"I need you to listen to a single person. If he needs you for the next three years, then you will pay him with your life."
Du Shaomu looked at Zhuge Yan and said, "Of course, you don't need to use your life in normal situations. In fact, this might be a good fortune for you. It's a chance that many people can't even hope to be by his side."
"What do you mean? Are you asking my grandpa to wait on someone for three years? Do you think my grandpa is a follower?"
Zhuge Yixi finally understood. It would be nice to listen to someone else's orders for three years. This was obviously to make her grandfather wait on someone for three years, just to be a follower.
"You may have misunderstood."
Du Shaomu said to Zhuge Yixi with a smile.
"What's that?"
Hearing Du Shaomu's words, Zhuge Yixi's expression softened. It seemed that Mr Mo didn't dare to have his grandfather as a follower.
"What I mean is, if that person wants to follow me, with just your grandfather's Martial King Stage alone, that cultivation is far from qualified. "Don't even mention being a follower, even guarding the door would be a bit difficult." Du Shaomu said rudely to Zhuge Yixi.
She originally thought that Mr Mo wouldn't dare to treat her grandfather that badly, but after hearing Du Shaomu's words, Zhuge Yixi's face alternated between green and red. She was as cold as ice and frost. Her delicate body couldn't help but tremble as she stared at Du Shaomu.
At this moment, Zhuge Yixi's eyes were like daggers that wanted to gouge out a few holes on Du Shaomu's body. She held in her breath for a long time and asked word by word, "You've gone too far, too far!"
"What, you still want to attack me?"
Du Shaomu looked at Zhuge Yixi who was furious and did not think much of it. He curled his lips and said: "With your cultivation at the ninth level of the Martial Spiritual Stage, with your age and your body's special physique, being able to make your cultivation work twice as fast, do you think you're doing well?"
After pausing for a moment, Du Shaomu's gaze remained unmoved as he continued: "But forgive me for speaking bluntly, but with your little talent, you are considered good for ordinary people. However, in the eyes of true experts and geniuses, you are not even worth looking at."
Zhuge Yixi, who was originally angry, twitched her eyes. The murderous look in her eyes was replaced by shock. However, her eyes never left Du Shaomu's body, as if she wanted to see through him.
How could Zhuge Yixi not be shocked at this moment? That fellow could actually see through her cultivation.
What shocked her the most was that she possessed a special physique that not many in her sect knew about, and it had always been hidden.
She was seventeen years old, a cultivation at the ninth level of the Martial Spiritual Stage. She was only one step away from the Martial General Stage, and she also possessed a special physique.
This sort of natural talent was enough to be called a genius amongst geniuses, an existence that was as rare as phoenix feathers and qilin horns.
However, such talent was not worth mentioning in Mr Mo's words. It was not worth mentioning.
Such talent, in Mr Mo's eyes, was clearly filled with disdain and contempt.
After a while, Zhuge Yixi calmed herself down, and her face returned to its normal tranquil state.
"You're too arrogant!"
Zhuge Yixi raised her chin slightly and looked at Du Shaomu once again, showing an innate noble aura.
She knew that she had lost her composure today. She was Zhuge Yixi, a talent that her sect was proud of. How could she lose her composure just because of a few words from Mr Mo?
If her talent was so poor, then who in this world could claim that her talent was extraordinary?