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Looking at Prince Yun's back, Du Shaotian lightly said, "About ten years ago, your cultivation had not improved, and it had even regressed. Over the course of ten years, your body's vitality had greatly decreased, and your mind and spirit had become exhausted; if not for the fact that you still have the cultivation of a Martial King, I'm afraid you wouldn't have been able to hold on for a long time …"

Upon hearing his words, Cloud King stopped abruptly as if he had been struck by lightning.

A pair of calm eyes, which had remained unperturbed the entire time, stared intently at Du Shaotian. A glint flashed across his eyes as he exclaimed in shock, "How did you know?!"

Over the past ten years, he had not improved at all. In fact, his cultivation had dropped from the seventh level of the Martial King realm to the second level of the Martial King realm.

Over the past ten years, he had seen countless pill refiners with famous medical skills, but no one knew what problems existed with him.

Even he himself wasn't able to sense anything. For the past ten years, his body had been getting worse and worse, and he was getting more and more tired. His cultivation base was no longer able to progress.

Especially in the past two years, the problem had become more and more serious.

As the City Lord of the Dreamy Cloud City and the Cloud King of the Nine Cities, his every action and action had a huge impact on the city.

The Dreamy Cloud Nine City looked very gentle, and the entire underworld country was very respectful towards him, King Yun.

However, Zhuge Yan knew clearly in his heart that there were some things that he was not immersed in. However, he did not know that under the gentleness and gentleness, there was actually a berserk vortex.

If word were to spread out that his cultivation was not progressing, his body would get worse and worse every day. At that time, who knew how much trouble he would cause?

Those who were watching the Yun Family would not wait for the right opportunity to act, but would attack them all at once.

"Mr. Mo, how do you know all this?"

At this moment, Zhuge Yan's heart was in turmoil as he stared at Du Shaotian in shock.

"Judging from your demeanor, you seem to have reached a point where you can no longer suppress them. I'm afraid that in a year's time, you will fall below the Martial Lord realm. At that time, even the immortals would not be able to save you!"

Du Shaotian continued to speak to Zhuge Yan after finishing his sentence.

"Does Mr. Mo know what's wrong with me?"

Zhuge Yan could no longer remain calm. On his pale wrinkled face, his body was trembling as he stared at Du Shaotian.

"Of course." Du Shaotian nodded.

"So, you can cure my grandfather?"

At this moment, when she heard Du Shaotian's words, a look of astonishment appeared in Zhuge Yi Xi's eyes, before a look of shock surged out from within her.

"Sure." Du Shaotian continued to nod his head.

"As long as you can cure my grandfather, I can promise you anything you want as compensation."

Zhuge Yi Xi's clean face was so excited that it turned slightly red. Her hands were helpless. Her expression was like that of a frightened cat, with a kind of beauty that would cause others to feel pity for her.

"You, little girl, can't pay for what I want." Du Shaotian swept a glance at Zhuge Yi Xi and said.

Listening to Du Shaotian's words, Zhuge Yi Xi's expression, which was filled with emotions, suddenly turned cold. The redness on her cheeks returned to a state where it couldn't be wiped out in an instant. The blush on her cheeks merged with the coldness, giving her young and immature face an indescribable charm.

"So Mr. Mo can really cure me?"

Zhuge Yan couldn't resist the hope in his heart. How many years had it been? No one had been able to cure him, no one had even seen through his problem.

However, this Mr. Mo in front of him was able to see through everything with a single 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 Shaotian said.

"I don't know what kind of reward Mr Mo needs, but it shouldn't be a problem for this old man to take it out."

Zhuge Yan stared at Du Shaowu with excitement in his eyes. As long as he could cure the problem on his body, any price he had to pay would be worth it.

Although Zhuge Yi Xi's eyes became cold and elegant, she was also looking at Du Shaotian, not knowing what reward this guy 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 Shao Mu looked at Zhuge Yan and said, "Of course, you don't need to use your life under normal circumstances. If you really want to talk about it, this could also be a good fortune for you, Zhuge Yan. Follow beside him, this is a chance that countless people are hoping for."

"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 that listening to someone for three years would be pleasant to the ears. This was obviously to make her grandfather wait on someone for three years, to be a follower.

"You may have misunderstood."

Du Shaotian said to Zhuge Yi Xi with a faint smile.

"What's that?"

Listening to Du Shaotian's words, Zhuge Yi Xi's expression eased up a little. It seemed like Mister Mo didn't dare to let his grandfather be his follower.

"What I mean is, if that person wants to follow me, with your grandfather's cultivation of a Martial King, he is far from qualified." "Don't even mention being a follower, even guarding the door would be a bit difficult." Du Shaotian said to Zhuge Yi Xi rudely.

Originally, she thought that this Mister Mo wouldn't dare to treat her grandfather so cheaply, but when she heard Du Shaotian's words, her face alternated between red and green, looking as cold as ice. Her delicate body couldn't help but tremble as she stared at Du Shaotian.

At this moment, Zhuge Yi Xi's gaze was sharp as a knife, wanting to gouge out a few holes in Du Shaotian's body. She held in her breath for a long time and asked word by word, "You're going too far, too far!"

"What, you still want to attack me?"

He pursed his lips and said, "With your cultivation at the ninth level of the Martial Spirit Stage, you're already so young, yet you possess a special kind of physique that allows you to achieve twice the results with just half the effort. Do you think you're doing well?"

He continued, "But forgive me for speaking bluntly, but even with your little talent, you are still nothing compared to ordinary people. However, in the eyes of true experts and geniuses, you are still nothing."

The eyes of Zhuge Yi Xi, who was originally angry, twitched. Her murderous gaze was replaced by shock. However, her eyes never left Du Shaotian's body, wanting to see through him.

How could Zhuge Yi Xi not be astonished at this moment? That guy could actually see through her cultivation level.

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, Zhuge Yi, was seventeen years old and had a cultivation at the ninth level of the Martial Spirit Realm. She was only one step away from the Martial General Realm and she also had 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.

Yet, this talent of his was not worth mentioning in the mouth of Mr. Mo. It was not worth paying attention to.

Such talent, in the eyes of this Mr. Mo, was clearly filled with disdain and contempt.

After a while, Zhuge Yi Xi stabilized her emotions. She was no longer in the mood to show her emotions on her face, and her expression returned to calmness.

"You're too arrogant!"

With her chin slightly raised, Zhuge Yi Xi once again looked at Du Shao Mu, revealing a noble air that came from birth.

She knew that she had lost her composure today. She was Zhuge Yixi, a talent her sect was proud of. How could she lose her composure just because of what Mr Mo had said?

If her talent was so poor, then who in this world could claim that her talent was extraordinary?