C3 Immortal Palace

When Mo Ziyun reforged his body, he had already used up more than half of his Immortal Essence, and there was not much left. Fortunately, the Immortal Palace had no shortage of resources.

The Immortal Palace was divided into six floors, and only two of them were open. On the first floor, there were 6636 rooms, each the size of two or three football fields. They were filled with resources, magic tools, and pills that could be used by Qi Refining cultivators. On the second floor, there were 5525 rooms that could be used by Foundation Establishment cultivators.

In addition, there was also an independent space filled with ores and spirit veins. Thinking about it, the Nine Yuan Immortal was a weaponsmith and a weaponsmith, so it was not strange for him to have so many ores and spirit veins. This was too easy for Mo Ziyun.

This was because Mo Ziyun was also a blacksmith, and a master at that. Although his strength had declined and he was unable to refine Immortal Weapons that masters could refine, his strength could still increase. Moreover, the Nine Yuan Immortal had left behind notes and some insights, which were all priceless treasures.

Mo Ziyun's gaze swept across the rows of missions, and when he saw the B level, his eyes lit up. One of the missions was to find Moongrass.

Moonlight Grass had the effect of calming the chaos in one's body and increasing the probability of breaking through, not only for humans, but also for Devil Beasts. The reason why Jiu turned into an egg was because the rebuilt body simply could not accommodate the soul of the ancient divine beast. The energy in his body burst out, so he had no choice but to enter dormancy. If there was Moonlight Grass, it wouldn't be resolved, but it would definitely reduce the time needed to break through.

Therefore, after thinking for a moment, Mo Ziyun accepted this mission. There were all kinds of things in the Immortal Palace. Even if there were no herbs, the pills were all used by humans. If it was given to a Devil Beast to eat, it would be like a sweet bean. It might even explode and die, not to mention how Jiu could eat a pill with an egg.

If there were medicinal herbs, they could be used to make a medicinal bath for Jiu to soak and absorb. As for pills, other than some that could be used to stop bleeding, he had never heard of any other pills that could be used outside.

Mo Ziyun arrived at the front desk of the Mercenary Guild and prepared to receive the relevant information about this mission. He had thought very well. If he found a lot of Moonlight Grass, he would complete the mission while he was at it. If there was only one, then he would give up on the mission. There was nothing to lose, and Jiu was much more important than the mission.

The woman who worked at the front desk was a pretty female monk. When she saw Mo Ziyun walking over, she quickly put on a smile.

No matter what, Mo Ziyun was still very handsome. Because he had been betrayed, he seemed to be out of the crowd. In the eyes of others, he seemed to be out of the world. In addition, there were often disciples from large sects who came here to train. It was obvious that the female cultivator had mistaken him for a disciple of a large sect.

But Mo Ziyun did not point it out. Ignoring the fawning expression of the female cultivator, he handed her the mission card that he had just taken down. His voice did not fluctuate as he said, "I want information about this mission."

"Alright." The female cultivator quickly took the mission card. When she saw the contents of the mission card, she was stunned and asked with uncertainty, "Young master, are you really going to choose this mission? This is a B-level mission. If you are not strong enough, the death rate is very high."

The meaning behind her words was that if you were not strong enough, you would be courting death.

Mo Ziyun frowned impatiently, "The Mercenary Guild shouldn't care about these things. Just give me the information."

She didn't expect that her kind reminder would get such a reaction. The female cultivator didn't say anything else. She muttered a few words in her heart and transferred the mission information to Mo Ziyun.

Looking at Mo Ziyun's back as he left, she curled her lips in disdain. What was there to be proud of? She was just lucky enough to be chosen by a large sect.