Chapter 29

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“Eat it yourself?” Li Qian was shocked. “But, but that’s all high-grade spirit rice, isn’t it?” For him, being able to eat low-grade spirit rice was already a great luxury. As for high-grade spirit rice, it was something he didn’t even dare to dream about.

“What high-grade spirit rice?” Chen Mo smiled. “Even if it’s high-grade spirit rice, isn’t it still for people to eat? Uncle Li, this includes half a pound of high-grade spirit rice and five pounds of medium-grade spirit rice.”

“How can this be?” Li Qian’s face turned red with excitement, and a sense of gratitude welled up in him. But he firmly shook his head and said, “Young Master and Miss are in the crucial period of growth and foundation building. Spirit rice is much more important for you than for me. This time, thanks to Young Master, the harvest was excellent. I, Old Li, will shamelessly take one pound of medium-grade spirit rice to try.”

“These past few years, the family’s finances have been maintained with Uncle Li’s help, and you’ve worked hard. What are a few grains of spirit rice?” Chen Mo said seriously. “Besides, do you think I and Wuer lack these few grains of spirit rice?”

“Exactly, exactly, Uncle Li, just enjoy it with peace of mind.” Helian Huo Wu chimed in. “With Second Brother’s farming skills, in a few years, we might be eating high-grade spirit rice every meal.”

At the mention of high-grade spirit rice, a head suddenly appeared beside the rice bag next to Chen Mo. The expressionless green eyes were fixed on the bag, and no one else noticed that the owner of this small head was supporting himself on a few upright rice bags, standing up and quietly sneaking towards the bag of high-grade spirit rice.

Wasn’t this Little Eight?

Little Eight, with his sneaky head, circled around everyone and glanced at Chen Mo. Seeing that he was preoccupied with talking, he boldly started to sway and directly climbed onto the bag of high-grade spirit rice. Stretching his long neck, he just managed to grab a grain when his head suddenly sank, his eyes went black, and a large hand slapped him into a bag of spirit rice.

“Ugh—uh...” Little Eight kicked with both legs and used his claws to scratch Chen Mo, then felt his neck tighten and was flung into the air, drawing a beautiful arc before rolling out like a wheel.

Although Chen Mo’s movements were large, since everyone was talking to him, they didn’t notice the turtle’s mischief behind him.

After much reluctance, Li Qian finally gratefully accepted the rice. Chen Mo then took out a ten-tael gold note as a reward for the tenant farmers.

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After packing the spirit rice, Chen Mo carried some high-grade spirit rice and hurried back first. Helian Huo Wu, on the other hand, went with Li Qian to escort the spirit rice home.

Little Eight, who had eaten some spirit rice and was still not satisfied, slowly followed behind, crawling along.

On the way home, Chen Mo took a deep breath and lightly leaped forward. The Bright Mystic Qi started from his lower abdomen, flowing through his blood vessels and meridians to his legs. As the Mystic Qi ‘burned,’ his body lightly shot forward, covering over ten feet.

Before he even landed, he lightly touched the ground with his toes, his body rising and floating forward like willow fluff, moving gracefully and comfortably. This method of travel was several times faster than walking.

However, if one looked closely, they would notice that the Willow Fluff Body Technique did not move in a straight line but rather swayed left and right, and even the forward movement was inconsistent. This was the characteristic of the Willow Fluff Body Technique, which, like willow fluff, moved with the wind. The essence of this technique lay in going with the flow, borrowing the wind’s momentum.

The air currents were unpredictable, and thus, when the Willow Fluff Body Technique was practiced to a high level, it became unpredictable and difficult for opponents to track.

Feeling the gentle breeze on his face, Chen Mo walked gracefully in the wind, his restless heart gradually calming down, becoming peaceful and serene. As his body moved, a sense of joy arose in his heart. Although he wasn’t using full speed, he was still three times faster than when he came. Dressed in a green robe, with his hands behind his back, he moved forward with a light and elegant gait, exuding a youthful and graceful demeanor.

Immersed in this state, feeling the wind, the sky, and the earth, he realized that the world, though seemingly chaotic, had its own ‘reason’ in every detail.

Suddenly, a profound understanding arose in his heart, as if breaking through some obscure barriers, making his mind clear and open.

At that moment, his body movements gained an indescribable charm and grace.

Previously, he had practiced hard at the farm but could not grasp the true essence of the Willow Fluff Body Technique. Now, with this sudden insight, his movements, though initially a bit awkward, gradually became more fluid, and the sense of willow fluff floating with the wind became more refined. His body moved with an indescribable lightness and ease.

Thirty miles would take an ordinary person one to two hours to walk.

But with the Willow Fluff Body Technique, Chen Mo, moving at a leisurely pace, reached home in just two quarters of an hour. Now, as a mid-stage Spirit Apprentice, his Bright Mystic Qi had increased in quality, and the journey only consumed a small portion of it, leaving him with a slight sweat on his forehead.

He felt incredibly free, but the turtle Little Eight, who was crawling behind him, was exhausted.

Landing gracefully at the doorstep, Chen Mo came out of his trance. To his surprise, he had unknowingly grasped some of the profound principles of the Willow Fluff Body Technique.

Indeed, after hitting a bottleneck in diligent practice, changing one’s approach often yields unexpected results.

Full of joy, he pushed the door open, eager to inform Aunt and Big Brother about the great harvest from the spirit fields, sharing the happiness and joy, and dispelling the gloom and depression.

However, in the courtyard, a sharp and unpleasant voice said, “Aunt, Cousin, it’s not that our Hu family doesn’t care about family ties. Repaying debts is a matter of justice. Now is the time for the spirit fields to yield, so when do you plan to repay us?”

“Hu Yong, wait for my second brother to return from the harvest, and he will repay your family. Why are you in such a hurry?” a man’s voice, suppressing his anger, said, “Please go back now. In a few days, my second brother will bring the money.”

“Chen Hao, why are you so aggressive?” Hu Yong said with a mocking tone, “Shouting at me, do you still think you’re the brilliant genius cousin you once were? Save it, you’re just a cripple in a wheelchair. Waiting for your good-for-nothing second brother to repay us, I’ll wait until the cows come home.”

“Xiao Yong, how can you speak like that? When your uncle was alive, he took good care of you and your cousins,” Hu Lingping said softly, lacking confidence. “Wait for Mo to return, and he will definitely repay you.”

“Aunt, it’s not that I, as a nephew, am being malicious. You marrying into the Chen family is like ruining yourself,” Hu Yong said with a condescending look, mocking, “Since you’re a cripple, why not remarry? It’s better than taking care of two good-for-nothings and a little girl.”

These words made Chen Mo’s blood boil, his face turning red. He took a step forward and rushed in.

At the same time, Big Brother Chen Hao roared in anger, “Beast, you’re a beast.”

Hu Yong, strong and a mid-stage Spirit Apprentice, how could he take a cripple in a wheelchair seriously? Instead, he laughed and said, “Genius cousin is angry, ha ha, I’m so scared. Don’t hit me, please don’t hit me.”

He playfully kicked the wheelchair, sending Chen Hao and the wheelchair sliding backward.

A few yards away was a pond in the courtyard.

Hu Lingping, her face pale, rushed over but was held back by Hu Yong. Just as Chen Hao was about to fall into the pond with the wheelchair, a green figure appeared, moving slowly but swiftly, leaving a faint afterimage.

Before landing, Chen Mo’s body paused slightly in mid-air, then landed silently like willow fluff, grabbing the wheelchair to stop it. His green robe fluttered, looking very graceful.

“Second Brother,” Chen Hao, his face red with excitement, called out. The last time he saw Chen Mo, he was a mid-stage Spirit Apprentice, but now he seemed much more advanced. Though he was disabled, his eyesight was still sharp. He could see that Chen Mo was using a high-level mystic technique.

“Who is it?” Hu Yong, taken aback, said disdainfully, “Chen Mo, it’s you, the good-for-nothing, who has returned.” As he spoke, he lunged forward, deliberately stumbling towards Chen Mo.

Clearly, he had ill intentions, wanting to push both Chen Mo and his brother into the pond. Although it wouldn’t be fatal, it would be a great humiliation. In his mind, Chen Mo was a good-for-nothing who had been stuck at the initial stage for three years.

“Second Brother, be careful,” Chen Hao called out in a low voice.

Chen Mo’s face was calm, but his anger was burning fiercely inside. Seeing Hu Yong come at him, he calmly took a step forward, and his body suddenly exuded a powerful aura.

The clear and graceful aura of a young man instantly transformed into a mighty and imposing Vajra. His right arm swelled, and his punch was fierce, surrounded by a greenish-white Mystic Qi.

Hu Yong, caught off guard, quickly assumed a defensive stance, his legs bent, and his arms crossed, with a thick, earthy aura swirling around them.

Hu Yong’s main cultivation technique, the Earthy Foundation Technique, was known for its solid and powerful defense. This hasty defense, ‘Immovable as a Mountain,’ was a move that, when performed by a master, would make the body as solid as a rock, unshaken by any attack. Clearly, Hu Yong’s level was far from that.

To Chen Mo, this move was just a facade, not even reaching the threshold.

The Vajra Fist was all about direct and hard-hitting, never bending. Even in the face of thorny challenges, it would charge forward, breaking through obstacles.

Chen Mo’s punch shattered Hu Yong’s ‘Immovable as a Mountain’ with a ‘boom,’ the green and yellow Mystic Qi flying in all directions. Hu Yong’s hasty defense crumbled, and he staggered back a step, his feet unsteady.

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