Chapter 3

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Chen Mo's heart tightened suddenly, and he looked up. He saw a tall youth in a brocade robe, like a hawk swooping down on a rabbit, descending from the air with a domineering and fierce aura. He struck down from above, a faint, pale red flame flickering in his palm, the heat wave from his palm forcing Chen Mo back.

This move, 'Flame Palm,' was powerful and fierce, the heat scorching, clearly reaching the 'initial mastery' level. It was evident that this person had put considerable effort into this technique.

In a flash, danger came suddenly. At the critical moment, Chen Mo's mind became unusually clear.

His body stopped abruptly, his front leg bent, his spine straight, his back foot's toes digging into the ground, his elbows crossed, forming a defensive stance. A faint, almost invisible greenish mystic energy began to seep from his tattered arms.

This move was precisely the classic defensive stance 'Ten Thousand Year Green' from the Green Wood Technique that Chen Mo practiced, symbolizing the deep roots and resilience of green wood, standing firm against wind and rain for ten thousand years.

With a "bang," the palm and elbow met.

The pale red flames scattered in all directions, enveloping Chen Mo's arms. A ripple like a stone thrown into water spread out in all directions.

Chen Mo felt a surge of energy like an iron hammer smashing into his arms. The immense impact shattered his 'Ten Thousand Year Green' stance, forcing him to retreat several steps, his feet alternately stomping the ground, before he finally managed to stop and steady himself.

His exposed elbows were scorched black, hanging down and trembling slightly. His pale face flushed, and he spat out a mouthful of blood.

In contrast, the newcomer landed gracefully, one hand behind his back, calm and composed, exuding the air of a noble young master.

Chen Mo recognized this youth in the brocade robe; his name was Chen Ye, who was three months older than him. In terms of family lineage, he was his cousin. In terms of cultivation, he was far superior, having already reached the middle stage of the Spirit Apprentice level a year ago.

Now, seeing his breath steady and long, his temples slightly swollen, Chen Mo knew he was probably just a step away from the advanced stage of the Spirit Apprentice level.

"Chen Mo, I didn't expect that you, a waste of space, could actually bring out a hint of the essence of the 'Turtle Technique.' That's quite an achievement."

After landing his blow, Chen Ye crossed his hands behind his back and strolled closer with a leisurely pace. "I knew you went to the dangerous peak to seek treasure. Seeing you acting suspiciously, I was sure you must have found something valuable. What did you find? Let your elder brother see it."

Chen Mo's heart sank. Despite his repeated caution, he was still being watched in secret.

But the Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit was a rare second-grade treasure he had obtained through great hardship and good fortune. It was also crucial for his elder brother's recovery.

This item was a very precious and rare find for the entire family. How could he let Chen Ye have it so easily?

"I don't have anything valuable on me." Chen Mo, who had been silent, finally spoke, taking a few steps back, still harboring a glimmer of hope.

"Nothing valuable? Let me check, then. I want to see what kind of dog's luck you have today." Today, Chen Ye had a bountiful harvest at the entrance of this 'Small Grotto.' No one who could be bullied escaped his notice. He had a hundred-year-old ginseng, a first-grade spirit medicine, in his pocket. As for Chen Mo, though he was his cousin, he was a sure target.

"Chen Ye, you're too much." Being called a waste of space, Chen Mo felt a surge of sorrow and anger. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and glared at him.

"Heh, what a joke. A waste of space like you, who only reached the初级 stage of the Spirit Apprentice level after three years of cultivation, isn't everyone's target?" Chen Ye looked down on him with disdain.

Hearing this, Chen Mo's eyes dimmed. He felt a thousand kinds of frustration. He had trained harder than anyone else. Due to the 'light cocoon' in his consciousness sea, most of the mystic energy he cultivated was stolen, leaving his foundation shallow and his cultivation stagnant. Faced with Chen Ye's taunts, he was powerless to resist.

"Waste of space, do you want to hit me? You'd better hand over what you have. If it's really something good, I'll let you punch me twice, and you can go home early to be with your crippled brother." Chen Ye strutted over to Chen Mo, smirking.

"You!"

A surge of anger rose, his face turning red. No matter how much he was humiliated, Chen Mo could endure it to protect the spirit medicine. But when Chen Ye insulted his brother, who had been injured for his sake, humiliation and anger surged in his chest, making his heart throb.

"Angry? Waste of space, you're a waste of space, and your whole family is a waste of space. Your crippled brother had his legs broken and was publicly humiliated, and he didn't even dare to speak up. You've disgraced our Chen family. How can you still have the face to stay in the family? If it were me, I would have hanged myself long ago."

Seeing Chen Mo's agitation, Chen Ye felt a great sense of satisfaction and pleasure, his tone becoming even more aggressive and domineering.

Chen Mo's heart was on fire, his organs burning. A fierce flame surged into his brain, and his vision went black. His body began to tremble violently.

"Haha. But your sister, Helian Huo Wu, is quite something. She's beautiful and talented. Tsk tsk, if your whole family knelt and begged me to marry your sister, I might ask my father to plead with the clan leader for some disability compensation for your family."

Chen Mo's chest could no longer contain his rage. He felt the air around him stop moving, and now he could only hear the pounding of his heart and his rapid breathing. He clenched his fists, his eyes burning with a desire to tear Chen Ye apart. Even if he died, he couldn't let Chen Ye humiliate his family.

"Chen Ye, you've gone too far." Chen Mo spat out angrily, his eyes blazing like a sword.

"You still have the nerve to talk back? I'll beat you to death today." Chen Ye felt uneasy under Chen Mo's intense gaze. Seeing this stubborn and defiant guy, a cold, murderous look flashed across his face.

Beating this waste of space was like crushing an ant.

He lunged forward, a fierce punch bursting from his ribs, the heat wave from his fist already scorching Chen Mo before it even reached him.

Chen Mo hastily defended, but Chen Ye's killing intent was already aroused, and this palm was delivered with full force, far exceeding the strength of Chen Mo's 'Ten Thousand Year Green' defense.

With a "wah," Chen Mo was knocked to the stone platform, his face pale, and he spat out a large mouthful of blood.

"Hmph. I'll give you one last chance. Hand over what you have." Chen Ye, with a murderous look, stepped closer to Chen Mo, who was gasping for breath on the ground. The 'Flame Palm' was already ready in his hand.

Chen Mo spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered on the stone platform like crimson plum blossoms, blooming tragically. He slowly straightened his back.

One knee grinding against the sharp rocks, he struggled to lift his other bloodied foot, standing up with great difficulty, like a towering green pine on a cliff.

He wiped the blood from his mouth with one hand, the deep, burning flames in his eyes glaring at Chen Ye with hatred.

Above them, a crimson lightning bolt shot down like an arrow, splitting the sky of the Small Grotto, a crack spreading out.

"Rumble..."

The thunder rolled from far to near, and a blood-red vortex, carrying an unknown power, ground against the crack in the sky, sending fragments flying in all directions.

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