Chapter 23: The Crisis of the Spirit Field

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"Hisss—" A sharp pain shot through Chen Hao's long-numb legs, causing him to grimace, but his face was filled with ecstatic joy. The atrophied meridians in his legs had lost sensation for many days, feeling like two lifeless pieces of wood. Such a sensation of pain was something he had never dared to imagine before.

Immediately after, a wave of coolness, like a summer spring, spread from the aching tendons, nourishing the long-dry meridians.

Chen Hao was already so excited that he didn't know what to do. He mumbled for a long time but couldn't form a single sentence. His eyes were brimming with tears of excitement, and his expression was full of anticipation and enthusiasm.

It had been a year, a whole year. At this moment, a glimmer of hope was rising in Chen Hao's heart.

The healing power of the green liquid was indeed strong. The withered muscles and constricted tendons gradually regained vitality and life under its nourishment, though the process was slow, it was visible to the naked eye.

After a while, the green liquid's energy was exhausted. This treatment had brought some fundamental improvements to Chen Hao's legs, but unfortunately, it didn't have a decisive effect; it was only an improvement.

Chen Mo, who had finished the treatment, couldn't help but look dejected, standing there in silence, filled with guilt.

But Chen Hao was extremely excited. After the treatment, he could clearly feel the flow of energy in his legs and the revival of life. He even felt a slight swelling pain, and when he tried to lift his leg, it could move slightly. He couldn't help but chuckle foolishly.

"Big Brother, my strength is not enough now, I can only help you slowly," Chen Mo said, seeing his brother's smile after so long, his mood improved significantly. "I will practice hard as soon as possible to cure your body."

"No rush, no rush," Chen Hao restrained his joy, speaking in a disjointed manner. "Being able to feel this way means I still have hope. Don't worry, but you must be careful not to overdo it and leave any irreparable damage to your body."

"Big Brother, it's all my fault..."

"I've said it before, the matter is already over, don't feel guilty. We are brothers; if anyone dares to harm you, I will risk my life to make them pay. Even if I had to start over, I would do it without hesitation. I believe if it happened to me, your choice would be the same."

Chen Mo, with red-rimmed eyes, nodded heavily. He silently vowed in his heart, "Big Brother, rest assured, I will definitely cure you and restore your former vigor, making Nangong Bingyan regret how she treated you. I will definitely do it."

Chen Mo, with a surging heart, had a determined look on his face. He went to the backyard to practice the mystic techniques, repeatedly practicing the Vajra Fist, carefully pondering its profound mysteries and implications.

He practiced hard, striving for continuous improvement, to cultivate more mystic energy to nurture the green liquid.

The current sapling was too tender, and the green liquid's effect was not enough to completely cure his brother. He needed to consume heavenly treasures to make the sapling grow robustly. If he could have stronger and more abundant green liquid in the future, his brother's recovery would be just around the corner.

A strong voice echoed in his mind, urging him to become stronger, even stronger. The mystic energy in his body seemed to hear his inner cry and surged wildly toward his fist.

"Boom!"

One punch, and the large stone in the courtyard was hit with such force that it was instantly covered in fine cracks, and in a moment, the stone crumbled, sending a shower of debris flying...

A few days later, one night.

The moon was bright, and a few stars dotted the sky. Insects chirped, and a gentle breeze blew.

On the mountaintop, Chen Mo, who had just used the last bit of his Light Mystic Energy, lay on the grass like a dead dog, his muscles and tendons filled with a deep sense of fatigue. His hands were so tired that he didn't even have the strength to wipe the sweat from his face, but a satisfied smile hung on his lips. For three years, he had almost practiced every night here, feeling exhausted and making no progress, enduring the insults of being a "waste." But now, despite the fatigue, he had gained something. Every drop of sweat he had shed had brought real rewards.

A gentle breeze brushed past his face, bringing a sense of coolness and comfort.

"Phew~"

Chen Mo took a deep breath, clenching his fist tightly, and a determined look appeared on his slightly immature face.

Little Eight, lying beside him, gave Chen Mo a haughty glance and lazily stretched out to bite a blade of grass.

"Phew, phew, phew"

What a taste, he spat it out hurriedly.

"Hey, Little Eight, do you think what that old mystic turtle told me about the Light Divine Clan is true?" Chen Mo turned over, stroking the little turtle's back, and chuckled.

"Puff puff—" The little turtle, not giving up, tried another type of grass, chewed it a couple of times, and spat it out again, sniffing around hungrily, looking pitiful.

"Do you think the Great Light Divine Technique will really become a divine technique in the future? Will that sapling really become the Light Divine Tree and bear Light Angels with astonishing combat power?" Chen Mo turned over, interlacing his hands behind his head, staring at the bright moon, feeling both puzzled and hopeful about his future.

Chen Mo had already glimpsed the power of the Great Light Divine Technique and the miraculous effects of the sapling. However, both the Great Light Divine Technique and the Light Sapling required enormous resources, needing to consume advanced cultivation techniques and heavenly treasures. But for him, these were all unattainable.

"Ah~" Thinking about this, Chen Mo sighed deeply. If he had a spirit pill to help him quickly recover his mystic energy and advance his cultivation, he could practice for days and nights without rest, improving his techniques and mystic energy to a higher level, and also help his brother recover from his leg injury, fulfilling a long-held wish.

"If I had an endless supply of 'Minor Spirit Gathering Pills' now, that would be great." Chen Mo blinked his eyes and muttered to himself.

The 'Minor Spirit Gathering Pill,' as its name suggests, gathers spirit energy, quickly restores the body's mystic energy, and slightly aids cultivation. It is a low-grade, unranked pill. But for Chen Mo, who was as poor as a church mouse, it was a heavenly treasure.

With a "puff," the little turtle spat a mouthful of water on his face, as if to interrupt his dream or to show disdain for such a pill.

"You little thing, even spitting on your master, see if I don't..." Chen Mo sat up, picked up the little turtle, but it quickly retracted its head into its shell.

Chen Mo chuckled, threw the turtle to the ground, and sat on it.

"Who's there?"

With his greatly improved cultivation, Chen Mo's senses had also greatly enhanced. Sensing a figure in the dark forest in the distance, he called out coldly.

"It's me, Wu'er, Big Brother."

Before he saw the figure, a clear and melodious voice reached his ears.

In the moonlight, Huo Wu'er, dressed in red, walked over with a smile, her face like a delicate sculpture, her eyes gentle and flowing, like a soft moonlight, making one involuntarily immerse in the unique gentleness and grace of a woman.

"Wu'er, why are you here?" Chen Mo stood up to greet her.

"Big Brother, look, what's this?" As Chen Mo approached, Huo Wu'er took out a bottle of pills from behind her back, shook it in front of him, and smiled, her eyes forming a crescent moon, looking extremely cute.

"Return Mystic Pill? Wu'er, where did you get this?" Chen Mo, who had just been dreaming of this pill, examined it carefully in his hand. He was extremely excited, and his rapid speech revealed his inner joy.

Hearing "Return Mystic Pill," the little turtle, Little Eight, like hearing about a treasure, quickly stretched its head out to the limit, staring at the small bottle in Chen Mo's hand with eager eyes.

"Well, Big Brother, you don't need to worry about where I got it. Wu'er found a way to get it." Seeing Chen Mo's treasured look, Huo Wu'er felt very proud, and her smile became even more radiant and charming.

"If you don't tell me, Big Brother won't accept it." Chen Mo's tone became serious. He loved this little sister very much and didn't want her to take risks for him.

Huo Wu'er turned around, lowered her head, and her smile faded. Her hands twisted together nervously.

"Did you secretly run into the mountains to gather spirit herbs without telling Big Brother?" Chen Mo asked, seeing her silence.

She frowned, bit her lip, and moved her lips but said nothing. She knew that Big Brother had always opposed her going to the mountains to gather spirit herbs, as the beasts there were extremely fierce, and he feared she would be in danger. But she really wanted to help him improve his cultivation, so she secretly went to the mountains to gather some low-grade spirit herbs and exchanged them for a bottle of Return Mystic Pills at the market.

"I, I just tried my luck near the outskirts..." Huo Wu'er mumbled, her voice very low.

"Wu'er, I know you're doing this for me, but I absolutely cannot accept this pill." Chen Mo took Huo Wu'er's hand, put the small bottle back in her hand, and said with a slight anger, "I don't want you to take such risks again and again."

Seeing Big Brother's firm refusal, a cloud of sadness covered Huo Wu'er's delicate face, and tears welled up in her bright eyes.

"Wu'er, Big Brother promises you, I will definitely become the strongest king on this continent through my own efforts, so that you and the rest of the family will never be bullied again." Chen Mo, under the bright moonlight, looked at the vast sky with a determined and resolute expression, his voice firm and resounding. It was more of a promise to himself than to Huo Wu'er.

"Yes, Wu'er has always believed in you." Huo Wu'er nodded obediently, hugging his arm affectionately. "Big Brother, Wu'er will be a good girl and listen."

At that moment.

"Bang, bang, bang" Hearing the sound of drums and gongs from the foot of the mountain, Chen Mo and Huo Wu'er hurried to the cliff edge to look. They saw torches flickering at their family's spirit field, as if something had happened.

"Bad, it looks like something is wrong with our farm." Huo Wu'er said urgently to Chen Mo.

"It's the spirit field; we must protect this year's spirit rice." Chen Mo's face changed, and he took a quick step, rushing down the mountain.

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