Chapter 38

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In a place where ancient trees tower, cliffs rise steeply, and waterfalls plunge down,

Chen Mo sat cross-legged on a bare rock, adjusting his breathing, and meditated for the entire morning. He also consumed the spirit fruit he had taken from Xiao Ba two days ago, absorbing its essence.

With the help of the green liquid, the slight fire toxicity was completely neutralized.

Half of the spirit fruit was a reward for Xiao Ba, half was used to replenish the young sprout of the Light Divine Tree. The remaining one was entirely for his own cultivation. Although the effect was not as good as exchanging for a pill, in this perilous deep forest, it was far more practical to directly enhance his strength.

The Light Profound Qi became even more refined and concentrated, the sea of qi was full and swelling, and his vitality was extremely abundant. He could clearly feel an improvement in his strength and constitution, but he was still far from the peak of the Spirit Disciple level.

After a period of cultivation, Chen Mo adjusted his Profound Qi, preparing to finish.

Suddenly, a contemptuous laugh came from a distance: "Heh, you're quite good at hiding, aren't you? Running all over the mountain, it took me two whole months to find you."

"Who?"

Chen Mo opened his eyes in anger, sensing that the person was not friendly. He leaped up and sharply caught the figure on a giant tree branch, his piercing gaze shooting straight at it.

"Heh, didn't expect you to be so perceptive at such a young age. No wonder you've managed to survive in this dangerous place where beasts roam."

A man in his thirties leaped down from the treetops, landing in front of Chen Mo as if he were weightless. He wore a gray robe, had a cold expression, and his aura was restrained. Though his appearance was ordinary, he gave off a terrifying, inexplicable chill.

"Spirit Master!" Chen Mo's heart sank, and he took two steps back, staring at the gray-robed man with extreme caution, as if he had encountered the most ferocious beast.

A Spirit Master is a peak-level Spirit Disciple who has broken through the constraints, a transcendence of life. Whether in the accumulation of Profound Qi or the execution of techniques, they have a qualitative improvement compared to Spirit Disciples.

The gap between them was enormous.

Facing a Spirit Master, Chen Mo's breathing stopped, and his throat felt as if it were being choked by an invisible hand. If the other party exerted even a little force, it could shatter all his internal organs.

"May I ask, what does the senior want from me?"

Chen Mo still harbored a glimmer of hope, thinking that this person was just passing by. If he wanted to kill him, he would have done so already and wouldn't have drawn his attention.

But he was wrong.

"Why do I want you? Naturally, to kill you. I'll make sure you die knowing who did it. When you reach the underworld, don't forget to tell King Yama that Liu Lei killed you." Liu Lei's face was full of mockery, his lips curled in disdain. He didn't take Chen Mo seriously at all; killing a Spirit Disciple-level child was nothing.

"Kill me?"

Chen Mo's pupils contracted, staring at the Spirit Master-level enemy with extreme caution. A thought crossed his mind, and he realized that this must be a vicious move by Chen Deshui. With the help of the young clan leader, Chen Deshui didn't dare to act recklessly within the clan.

As for dealing with him, who was cultivating away from home, Chen Deshui naturally had no qualms.

Chen Mo had no confidence in facing a Spirit Master. Taking advantage of the other party's display of superiority, he silently gathered his Profound Qi and shot away like a willow leaf in a strong wind, moving swiftly.

"Brat, you dare!" Liu Lei's furious voice echoed from behind as he rushed forward, his Profound Qi condensed into a blazing flame, his body bent forward, and he struck at Chen Mo's back.

Chen Mo felt a wave of heat surge toward his back, the surrounding air scorched as if in a furnace. The power was incomparably greater than that of the deceased Chen Ye.

His brow furrowed, and he urgently channeled his Profound Qi, pushing the ethereal willow leaf technique to its limit, suddenly turning and leaving a faint afterimage.

Liu Lei's palm almost grazed Chen Mo's body, striking a tree trunk, which immediately burst into flames, causing him to break out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, Chen Mo's cultivation was diligent, and he had mastered the willow leaf technique, which allowed him to both fight and escape. He had grasped some of its subtleties and was not far from the minor accomplishment stage.

In his fear, he dared not stay any longer. His figure flickered, and he fled into the dense forest, agile and graceful.

Liu Lei, who had not expected the boy to run so quickly, was enraged. His attack missed, and he lost face. He roared, "Brat, if you escape from me, I'll change my name to yours."

Feeling mocked, his killing intent surged, and he was not willing to let go easily.

The overwhelming aura of a Spirit Master was fully revealed as he pursued Chen Mo. In terms of speed alone, he was superior to Chen Mo.

Chen Mo heard the rustling of clothes behind him, the enemy rapidly closing in. On the brink of death, his mind became even clearer. The essence of the willow leaf technique was not speed but the ability to move unpredictably, like a leaf in the wind.

He darted through the dense and tall forest like a butterfly, constantly changing direction and position.

Liu Lei, enraged, followed, continuously striking with his palms, leaving scorched marks on the ancient trees. But he could not catch the slippery Chen Mo.

"Brat, you can run for a while, but not forever." Liu Lei, ashamed and angry, abandoned his attacks and focused on pursuing, sneering, "I'll see how a mere Spirit Disciple can match my profound Profound Qi. When you run out of strength, I'll flay you alive."

After a short while, Chen Mo, fully exerting his Profound Qi, began to sweat. Liu Lei, however, remained like a leech, relentlessly pursuing him, his face becoming increasingly sinister and ferocious. A mere Spirit Disciple dared to mock him.

Just as Liu Lei was feeling smug, a fat turtle emerged from behind a tall tree, standing upright on its hind legs, its head stretched out to the limit, and a leaf in its mouth, as if its tail were on fire, running desperately.

Startled, the turtle had already passed by him, spitting out a jet of water. Liu Lei instinctively blocked it, and the leaf landed on his chest. The leaf looked familiar, like a leaf from a spirit fruit. He held it and examined it closely.

Could there be a spirit fruit nearby?

Before he could react, a chill ran through him. Not far ahead, a huge brown ape burst through the underbrush, sniffing the air, its eyes filled with ferocity and cruelty, staring directly at Liu Lei.

The ape was about ten feet tall, covered in long fur, with a fearsome mouth full of fangs, and eyes that glowed red like flames, clearly enraged. As it ran, the entire forest trembled.

"Ugh!" The ape roared, the air around it shaking, and the small animals in the forest, frightened, scattered in all directions.

"Huh!" Seeing the massive creature, Liu Lei drew a sharp breath, knowing he was no match, and quickly fled.

A master is a master, even in fleeing, he was incredibly fast. In a moment, he had put the ape ten steps behind.

The ape, recognizing the one with the spirit fruit leaf as the thief, was not about to let him go, even if he discarded the leaf.

In this perilous forest, a comical scene unfolded. Chen Mo ran at the front, followed by the turtle, then Liu Lei, and finally the ape, all running with all their might, creating a particularly absurd sight.

But no one had the heart to laugh amidst the frantic escape.

Liu Lei was about to catch up with Xiao Ba, thinking to grab the turtle and throw it back to block the ape. Just as he reached out, he was sprayed in the face by a jet of water, sticky and obstructing his vision.

Wiping his face, just as he was about to get angry, he heard a deafening roar from behind. A gust of foul air hit him, and he quickly turned and struck.

"Roar..."

Chen Mo only heard a roar from behind, and the enraged ape's roar grew even more excited.

He didn't dare look back, running as fast as he could. Joking, neither the Spirit Master nor the ape was something he could handle.

He hoped they would fight to the death, both suffering.

Chen Mo turned to Xiao Ba, who was running beside him, and gave him a thumbs up. This glutton had done it again, using the strategy of driving a tiger to devour a wolf with great skill. But even as a descendant of a divine beast, was he being too cunning?

"Chirp chirp!"

Xiao Ba extended his paw, signaling Chen Mo to follow while running. His beady eyes seemed to sparkle with a hint of cunning.

Uh, what is this glutton planning now?

Though Xiao Ba was lazy, he often did surprising things. Chen Mo decided to follow and see.

The figures of one person and one turtle disappeared into the depths of the forest after a few leaps.

Poor Liu Lei, fighting the ape, was seething with anger. A mighty Spirit Master being toyed with by a sneaky, ugly turtle. What was even more infuriating was that he couldn't reason with a huge fourth-stage ape.

In theory, a fourth-stage ape should have the strength of a Spirit Master.

Excluding intelligence, this ape's abilities should be slightly higher than his but not by much. However, this ape, clearly not a prehistoric species, was overwhelmingly aggressive, with strength, speed, and agility far surpassing his own.

Like humans, beasts have their strengths and weaknesses. This particular beast was overly aggressive. The key was that he could barely match it for a few moves. In terms of explosive power, one punch from the ape could create a wind, shattering rocks, and it didn't even flinch. After several rocks, it remained unharmed, something he couldn't match.

He wanted to escape, but the beast, being the king of the forest, moved freely, much faster than him. He changed positions several times, but each time, the beast blocked him, pounding its chest and roaring. He didn't fare well in the fight, and his "Fire Hand Seal" technique was no match for the beast's brute force, making it impossible to escape.

"Damn brat, I'll kill you!" Liu Lei roared in rage and despair.

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