Chapter 17

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"Second Brother, are you okay?" Chen Hao endured the pain, struggling to get down, his face filled with worry.

"Mo'er..." Hu Lingping stroked Chen Mo's messy hair, her heart full of bitterness. Tears rolled down like broken pearls, and her pale lips trembled, unable to utter a word. This child, barely clothed, covered in dirt, had clearly endured much hardship.

"I'm fine, don't worry." Chen Mo smiled, his black face contrasting with his white teeth. Though he looked somewhat disheveled, he gave them a feeling of being refreshed. His spirit seemed different from before, like a sharp sword hidden in its sheath.

Holding Helian Huo's hand, Chen Mo took a deep breath, focusing his mind. In his consciousness, a small, weak green sprout trembled, its leaves shaking vigorously. Chen Mo knew that without the nourishment of the spirit medicine and the warmth of the Mystic Qi, the sprout would grow slowly. But Huo could not fall.

A thin layer of sweat appeared on Chen Mo's forehead as he concentrated, struggling with the little green sprout. The sprout trembled, seemingly sighing in sorrow, and reluctantly exuded a tiny drop of liquid.

Chen Mo was delighted and quickly urged the Mystic Qi to transform into green liquid, which entered Helian Huo's meridians.

Helian Huo suddenly felt a warm and nourishing Mystic Qi flow into her wrist, gentle and steady, gradually entering her nearly depleted Qi Sea.

It felt like being bathed in a continuous, invigorating rain. A thread of pure Mystic Qi began to swirl and expand in her Qi Sea. Soon, it had formed a substantial amount of Mystic Qi, more refined and pure than her original Qi. Her limbs and bones, like withered trees in spring, were nourished and rejuvenated, and her vitality rapidly recovered.

Helian Huo slightly parted her lips, her face filled with disbelief as she experienced this miraculous moment. Looking at the focused and serious Chen Mo, her heart skipped a beat in shock. How did Second Brother achieve such an incredible effect? In a moment, he infused new life into her body. This definitely exceeded the capabilities of a Greenwood Mystic Qi practitioner. Her eyebrows arched slightly, and her clear, lively eyes blinked as she looked at him in surprise.

But how did he do it? The mystery deepened, and Helian Huo's eyes were full of questions.

Xu Hao, recovering from his shock, sneered, crossing his arms and looking at Chen Mo coldly. "You little brat, making us wait. I'll wait a bit, then deal with you. Chen Mo didn't die, so this mission has been upgraded. If I don't beat him to death, I won't be able to explain it when I return."

He glanced at Chen Mo with a disdainful look, a cold smile on his lips. "A born defective, even if you got some benefits in the Small Cavern, and slightly improved your strength, what can you do? Even the unexpectedly powerful Helian Huo was beaten down. With a bunch of old, weak, and sick people, and our overwhelming numbers, we can still crush you."

"Go home first," Chen Mo said, sensing that the green liquid was almost depleted, interrupting Helian Huo's question. He glanced back at Xu Hao and the others, his voice firm: "Huo, help Big Brother get home. I'll take care of everything here."

"Take care? What makes you think you can take care of it?" Xu Hao laughed, his face full of mockery. "With your kind of waste, no matter how many come, they'll all die. You're overestimating yourself."

Helian Huo was stunned, looking at Chen Mo with a questioning gaze. He nodded affirmatively, his eyes full of confidence and determination.

Chen Hao suppressed his shock, sensing the extraordinary change in his second brother. It seemed he was undergoing a qualitative transformation. Knowing this wasn't the time to talk, he remained silent.

"Big Mother, Big Brother, rest well. I'll deal with those dogs in the yard first." Chen Mo's eyes glinted as he stared at Xu Hao, his heart burning with rage like a wild fire.

"Huo, guard the door and protect Big Brother and Big Mother." Chen Mo wiped his face with his sleeve, revealing a youthful and handsome face, with a straight nose and deep, calm eyes that seemed bottomless.

"Waste, we're all waiting for you. With your limited abilities, come and fight us, fight us~"

The crowd watched the "family drama" being played out by the "waste," occasionally bursting into mocking laughter.

Chen Mo's cultivation was notoriously at the bottom. Even if he had a small stroke of luck, it wouldn't amount to much.

The sharp-faced monkey, touching his burned and painful mouth, glared at Helian Huo like a venomous snake, eager to kick her. The others, assessing the situation, formed a surrounding formation to block Chen Mo.

Xu Hao, who had also consumed a lot of Mystic Qi in the fight with Helian Huo, crossed his arms, his eyes fixed on Chen Mo. He decided to let his subordinates take the first few moves. The cunning Xu Hao believed in being cautious, calculating Chen Mo's strength after he had escaped.

"Today, you all will die!"

Chen Mo, gathering his strength, roared and stomped the ground, 'thud thud thud,' kicking up dust in the yard. He charged at the center of the crowd like a cannonball, using his most practiced and proficient technique, the Vajra Path, striking with the force of a powerful cannon. His arms were full of blood and qi, swollen and about to burst, clearly containing immense explosive power.

It was as if he was about to unleash all his anger in this moment.

The air was filled with a faint rumbling sound.

"Die." A punch directly hit the first enemy, like a dragon, reaching the enemy's eyes. The moment the fist touched, it exploded with immense force.

"Ahh!" The man's head burst like a cracked egg, blood and brain matter gushing out, his skull caved in, and his eyes popped out, dying instantly.

This moment seemed both short and long. This was the first person Chen Mo had killed with his own abilities. Though it was extremely repulsive, the thought that if he had returned a moment later, Huo would have been harmed, and Big Brother and Big Mother would have been in grave danger, made his hatred and anger burn like a raging fire.

The outsiders, acting as lackeys, seeing their companion killed with one punch, were shocked and retreated a few steps in horror.

Chen Mo, his anger still burning, his hands like cannons, moved swiftly, barefoot, charging forward. Each punch was heavier, like a thousand troops and horses charging, each strike filled with the fierce and domineering power of the Vajra.

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