Mortal: I can unlock the card pool by becoming an apprentice to him.

"Although you two are unable to cultivate the Everlasting Spring Technique, I have just examined your physical constitution and found another technique suitable for you."

Perhaps because of Han Li, Doctor Mo was in an excellent mood at this moment.

He spoke kindly to Lin Mo and Zhang Tie, "The Elephant Armor Technique allows mortals to possess the strength of a giant elephant. Upon mastery, it enables one to capture hungry wolves alive and tear apart tigers and leopards. Would you like to learn it?"

"Is it finally coming?"

Lin Mo lowered his head and remained silent, secretly calculating in his mind.

Although I have mastered the Silver Hand and the Dragon-Trapping Technique, these two moves are far from enough to protect myself in front of Doctor Mo.

"I can only be patient for now. Once Han Li comes into contact with the cultivation world, I will be able to find out my own spiritual root attributes. As for the Elephant Armor Technique, I absolutely cannot break through the first three levels until I am absolutely certain that I can turn against him."

Thinking of this, Lin Mo couldn't help but look at Zhang Tie beside him.

The latter's face showed a mixture of surprise and delight.

Zhang Tie was already reluctant to leave Shenshou Valley, and now that Doctor Mo had said this, he had no reason to refuse.

His face flushed red, and his voice trembled as he said, "This disciple is willing! As long as Master will let me stay, I'll do anything!"

As she spoke, she tugged at Lin Mo's sleeve, as if afraid that her senior brother would miss this once-in-a-lifetime "opportunity!"

"Very good. From now on, as long as you practice diligently, you will naturally be able to stay by your master's side."

Upon hearing this, Doctor Mo smiled with satisfaction and nodded slowly while stroking his beard.

"It turns out that Mr. Mo only seems strict; he's actually a very nice person."

Han Li was naturally happy that his two senior brothers had passed the test.

For a moment, the atmosphere inside the room was harmonious, and it really had a sense of teacher-student affection and filial piety.

The next day, Doctor Mo officially began instructing the three on the cultivation method.

However, when it came to some minor issues that Han Li encountered during his cultivation, Doctor Mo hesitated for a long time and couldn't give a clear answer. He just vaguely told him to follow the steps and meditate quietly.

Zhang Tieze showed great enthusiasm for practicing the Elephant Armor Technique.

Lin Mo was initially worried that if he was perfunctory, Doctor Mo would notice something was amiss, so he also followed Zhang Tie and practiced diligently from dawn till dusk for a few days.

Later, realizing that Doctor Mo's attention was entirely focused on Han Li, he simply stopped pretending and continued refining the hemostatic powder.

And just like that, another half month passed.

"It seems I should congratulate Brother Mo in advance."

Inside the main room, Doctor Mo stood with his hands behind his back by the window, his gaze fixed on Zhang Tie, who was carrying stone locks in the courtyard.

"Congratulations to me? I don't know what I'm so happy about. I hope you can enlighten me, Brother Yu."

As soon as he finished speaking, a young man's voice chuckled softly from within him, carrying a hint of amusement.

"Brother Mo, why ask a question you already know the answer to? The reason you had those two fools practice the Elephant Armor Technique was to verify what I said before about the methods of cultivators, wasn't it? I think that kid named Zhang Tie is quite good; I imagine it won't be long before he's ready to make his move."

Having his thoughts exposed, Doctor Mo was neither embarrassed nor annoyed, but his expression dimmed slightly as he said, "This Elephant Armor Technique is indeed profound, enabling a mere ten-year-old boy to possess such strength. The methods of cultivators are truly beyond the comprehension of us mortals."

"Ha, so what? Even with immense strength, it's still just a puppet to be used by others. But speaking of which, isn't the progress of the other puppet a bit too slow?"

"You mean Lin Mo?"

Doctor Mo narrowed his eyes. These days, he had focused all his attention on Han Li and hadn't paid any attention to Lin Mo and Zhang Tie.

Thinking about it carefully, this kid does seem to have been "dawdling" lately.

Zhang Tie, who was cultivating with him, was about to break through the first level, while Lin Mo had not even reached the entry level. He either stayed in the house all day or went to the herb field to mess around.

"Has this kid sensed something?"

The thought had barely formed in his mind when Doctor Mo shook his head and rejected his conjecture.

Most mortals are just playful and can't endure the hardships of training.

At the same time, outside the Hundred Forging Hall.

"Junior brother, Jin Dongbao said he's not here. You should go back to where you came from."

The boy in front of Lin Mo was dressed in a gray cloth outfit and held a long sword in his hand. Although he was only fourteen or fifteen years old, the thick calluses on his hands and fingers were clearly the result of years of wielding a sword and practicing repeatedly.

"Oh? I wonder when he will be back?"

Lin Mo seemed not to notice the other party's perfunctory tone and asked calmly.

"It's hard to say."

The boy switched the longsword to the other hand, and the scabbard tapped lightly against his palm, producing a dull sound.

"Perhaps three to five days."

"It's hard to say, maybe three to five years."

Thank you.

Lin Mo gave the boy a deep look, then turned and left.

About the time it takes for an incense stick to burn.

"Come out, that person is gone."

The gray-clad boy suddenly shouted towards the inner courtyard.

"Are you really gone?"

A mischievous-looking boy peeked out from the crack in the door, his eyes darting around—it was Jin Dongbao.

"That's great, thank you so much, Senior Brother Li!"

"What does this guy want from you? Why are you avoiding him?"

The gray-clad boy leaned against the wall, idly picking at his ear, and casually asked.

Jin Dongbao paused, then stammered, "Senior brother, you may not know, but that person is a disciple of Divine Hand Valley. He's looking for me about some business disputes..."

Upon hearing the word "business," the boy immediately shook his head in disdain.

He knew that Jin Dongbao had recently been selling some herbs, but he didn't intend to ask any further questions.

"Stop, stop, I'm not interested in any of this. You said this guy was blackmailing you last time, and hiding like this isn't a good solution anyway. How about I help you teach him a lesson?"

"Forget it, we're all fellow disciples, let's not make a big deal out of this."

Jin Dongbao quickly waved his hand, a hint of panic flashing in his eyes.

How could he dare tell the boy that he had actually embezzled the money Lin Mo had given him for selling the hemostatic powder? Now that the boy had come to ask for it back, he was too busy hiding to even speak out.

This is unbelievable!

On his way back, Jin Dongbao couldn't help but curse under his breath.

Always well-informed, he had long ago discovered that Doctor Mo of Divine Hand Valley had an unwritten rule: none of the disciples he accepted could stay for more than half a year.

Over the years, the disciples who were fortunate enough to enter the Divine Hand Valley have all ended up being relegated to the outer sect as ordinary disciples.

This inevitably led him to some other thoughts.

In fact, from the very beginning, Jin Dongbao sincerely wanted to help Lin Mo sell medicine.

But who would have thought that this hemostatic powder would be so surprisingly effective?

So much money flowed through his hands every month, yet he had no choice but to hand it over to the other party.

This feeling caused Jin Dongbao, who had never seen so much money before, to suffer from insomnia for several days.

The thought of his parents toiling in the fields all year round, barely earning a few coins, while he could now easily get his fellow students to willingly part with their money with just a few words, caused a huge sense of disparity to surge within Jin Dongbao.

As time went on, his little schemes started to unfold more and more rapidly.

Since that person will be driven down the mountain sooner or later, why don't I take this opportunity to keep the silver?

Upon realizing this, Jin Dongbao's sense of guilt was instantly overwhelmed by greed, and he felt that this was simply a benefit delivered to his door by God, so why not take it?