Chapter 14

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Though Chen Mo had spent a hundred days in the cultivation space, in the real world, it was only a brief moment. Seeing the giant tortoise head of the Mystic Turtle, Chen Mo couldn't help but marvel again. Truly a divine beast, its abilities were something he had never heard of. Compared to it, Qu Xinghe, whom he had always admired, was like a firefly to the moon.

After a hundred days of diligent cultivation, he had comprehended the first level of the Great Brightness Divine Technique, integrated the Green Wood Technique, and transformed his Mystic Qi into Bright Mystic Qi. Not only that, but he had also advanced his cultivation, which had been stagnant for years, to the middle stage of the Spirit Disciple realm. A set of lower-grade ordinary Mystic Technique, the Vajra Fist, had reached the initial stage of mastery.

If he were to face Chen Ye with his current combat strength, he would be absolutely confident in gaining the upper hand and beating him so badly that even his parents wouldn't recognize him.

The biggest change, however, was in his demeanor. His clear and handsome face had gained a touch of rugged handsomeness. Though his clothes were tattered and his body dirty, it couldn't hide his clear and transparent aura, subtly exuding a likable and sunny vibe.

"A hundred days to cultivate to the first level of the Great Brightness Divine Technique, even during the peak of our clan, you would be considered a future elite," the Mystic Turtle's small, dark eyes stared at Chen Mo in amazement, with a surprised expression. His voice was deep and resonant: "More importantly, your character and perseverance are commendable. You have endured a hundred days of solitude, which has cleansed the malevolence in your heart and made your will even stronger. Well done, well done."

Though in reality it was only a brief moment, Chen Mo, concerned about his family, hurriedly said, "Elder Mystic Turtle, I have met your requirements. With your abilities, sending me out of the Small Cavern Heaven shouldn't be a problem, right?"

"No rush, no rush. Since you have inherited the legacy of the divine race, though your current level is low, your future prospects are boundless." After saying this, the Mystic Turtle closed his eyes, as if deep in thought.

Chen Mo was eager to return home but didn't dare to disturb him, waiting anxiously.

After ten breaths, the divine beast Mystic Turtle opened his eyes, filled with reluctance and determination: "As the guardian of the Light Clan, I, on behalf of the Lord, decide to grant you, an outstanding descendant of the divine race, the highest reward."

Chen Mo's face was full of surprise and anticipation. The highest reward from the divine race must be at least a fifth-grade cultivation technique. Just as he was dreaming of the wonderful reward, a huge egg, about a dozen feet in size, suddenly appeared before him.

Chen Mo was stunned, staring wide-eyed at the egg. The eggshell was bluish-gray, and though it seemed smooth, it was covered with countless intricate and profound patterns, as if revealing the fundamental principles of the universe.

A vast and ancient aura enveloped him.

"Stupid boy, what are you standing there for?" the divine beast Mystic Turtle urged: "Quickly, drip a drop of your blood onto the egg."

Chen Mo had a hunch and felt a surge of excitement. He cut his finger and dripped a drop of blood onto the egg.

Suddenly, something mysterious happened. The drop of blood was attracted by some divine force, transforming into countless fine threads that instantly spread across every intricate pattern on the eggshell.

The bluish-gray eggshell suddenly emitted a brilliant light, and a strong life force seemed to pulse within.

"Boy, your guess is correct. This is my offspring, the most direct descendant of the Xuanwu lineage," the Mystic Turtle said with great authority: "Let it grow with you, become your companion, and together, rebuild the glory of the Light Divine Race."

Indeed, it was the offspring of the Mystic Turtle. Chen Mo's heart was pounding. He had seen the Mystic Turtle's divine abilities with his own eyes. If he could obtain a divine beast, wouldn't he be invincible?

Crack, crack. The huge Mystic Turtle egg was about to hatch. After Chen Mo dripped his blood, it began to break open. A head as large as a millstone struggled to break out of the shell, followed by the body.

When it opened its sticky eyes, the first thing it saw was Chen Mo. Connected by the blood pact, "Little Turtle" immediately felt a sense of familiarity, and its huge head began to rub against Chen Mo's face, wet and sticky.

Chen Mo was stunned. Although he knew that even a newborn Mystic Turtle wouldn't be small, with a head as large as a millstone, rubbing against his face was truly a terrifying experience. Was the old Mystic Turtle trying to trick him? Was this its most precious and extraordinary treasure?

His hand itched, and he had a strong urge to use the Vajra Fist to strike its head.

But he restrained himself, not knowing if beating it would anger the old Mystic Turtle.

What made Chen Mo even more speechless was that, perhaps due to the drop of blood, he also felt a sense of familiarity towards it.

"What a cute little one, so tiny, so adorable..." The huge divine beast Mystic Turtle looked at the newborn little Mystic Turtle with affection and fondness, sighing with emotion.

Little one? Tiny? Chen Mo's lips twitched. His whole body was already wet and sticky, and looking at its huge size, how could it be considered cute?

"Boy, from now on, it will be your pet and comrade. It's still young, so everything is up to you," the divine beast Mystic Turtle said in a deep voice.

The little Mystic Turtle seemed to have had enough affection and smelled something fragrant. It turned around and started eating the eggshell with great enthusiasm, completely forgetting about Chen Mo, its owner.

Uh, it looks like a glutton who forgets its master for food... Watching it devour the eggshell, Chen Mo's lips twitched.

Would such a large Mystic Turtle eat him into poverty? He was already quite poor.

"As its owner, you should give it a name," the old Mystic Turtle suggested.

Chen Mo thought for a moment and said seriously, "It is a descendant of the divine beast Mystic Turtle, born with a regal aura and extraordinary dominance. How about we call it Wangba?"

"Wangba? A great name, very dominant." The old Mystic Turtle was delighted.

Perhaps due to its divine bloodline, the newborn little Mystic Turtle could also sense the regal and dominant aura of the name. It turned around and looked at Chen Mo happily, but immediately returned to eating the eggshell with great enthusiasm.

A glutton...

Chen Mo thought viciously, Wangba, huh? Isn't that just a turtle? Hmm, from now on, this Mystic Turtle will be called Xiao Ba.

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At the same time, at Chen Mo's home.

"Still not making a move!" Xu Hao raised his eyebrows and barked imperiously.

Hearing the leader's command, the non-family members didn't dare to hesitate. They moved forward, preparing to use force to drive Chen Mo's family out.

"Get lost."

Despite being forcibly restrained by her family, Helian Huowu finally couldn't bear the repeated provocations. Her hand tightened, and Fire Mystic Qi surged through her meridians. The air around her rippled like stones thrown into water, sending a wave of invisible heat forward.

A few of the lackeys Xu Hao brought, who had barely reached the middle stage of the Spirit Disciple realm, were instantly stunned by this powerful aura, standing still and not daring to advance.

"Girl, daring to defy the Elder's order is simply courting death," Xu Hao pretended to be angry and lunged forward.

"Iron Sand Palm"

As he spoke, a cruel smile appeared on Xu Hao's lips. He roared and charged at Helian Huowu like a venomous snake, his fingers slightly bent, neither a palm nor a fist. Sharp energy pierced the air, aiming for Helian Huowu's neck, showing a deadly intent.

The momentum was fierce, forming a shadow of an iron palm, reaching the initial stage of mastery.

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