Chapter 4

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Chen Ye's breathing quickened, knowing that the small cave heaven was about to close momentarily. If not now, when? But a lump of anger choked his heart, making him feel as if he would suffocate. He never thought that this waste of a person, after being beaten so badly, could still stand up. Was he really fearless? The contempt and ridicule in his eyes turned into an obsession; he vowed not to rest until he obtained what Chen Mo had.

"For the last time, give me the treasure," Chen Ye roared with a distorted face. Though he didn't know what good thing Chen Mo had, from his appearance, it was certainly no ordinary item.

Chen Mo looked at his arrogant and determined stance, feeling a deep sorrow and anger. He laughed bitterly to the sky, his heart resounding with determination: "I can endure any insult to myself, but do not touch my bottom line, which is my family. Even if I have only a breath left, I will fight to the end."

He took out the jade box and removed the Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit.

"Ah? It's the Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit?" Chen Ye was pleasantly surprised. It was indeed a treasure, a good thing. Overjoyed, he was about to lunge forward to grab it.

But Chen Mo sneered, unable to bear it any longer. In one swift motion, he swallowed the Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit and the blood.

"Don't be reckless, young man!"

"Are you crazy?" Chen Ye was speechless, feeling a chill run down his spine. A low-level Spirit Apprentice, daring to swallow the unrefined Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit, was like dry wood meeting a raging fire, a reckless act. The fire poison would attack his heart, burning his limited life away, leading to certain death. It didn't matter if he died, but the rare treasure would be lost.

However, Chen Mo's reckless act thoroughly enraged him. Even if he swallowed the Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit, so what? How long could his weak Spirit Qi last? He was confident he could crush him like an ant.

"You beast, you beast who squanders heaven's gifts." Chen Ye's face was full of anger. His figure flickered, and the Spirit Qi in his Sea of Qi surged out through his meridians. A scorching wave of fiery light wrapped around his palm, and he lunged at Chen Mo with a fierce wind, aiming a deadly blow at his chest.

Chen Ye's fierce and scorching palm wind rushed at him, and Chen Mo raised his fists to meet it head-on, ready to fight to the death.

Upon impact, Chen Mo's heart ached, and his fists failed to block the attack. Chen Ye's palm struck his chest, and he was sent flying, landing on the edge of the stone platform. His legs dangled over the molten pool, in a precarious situation.

At the same time, the Sea of Qi in his body surged, like a sudden flame in a pile of wood, spreading throughout his body. His chest heaved violently as the effects of the Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit began to take hold.

At that moment, a fierce wind rushed in from the broken sky wall, stirring up sand and rocks, and the small cave heaven shook violently. Stones at the entrance fell, partially blocking it, leaving only half of the entrance open.

"Waste of a person, you ate a second-grade rarity and activated the power of the spirit medicine, but you're still nothing," Chen Ye snarled with a vicious look, a smug smile on his face. He then advanced with a ferocious intent, trying to force Chen Mo into the molten pool, wanting him to die without a trace. Only then could he quench his hatred.

Chen Mo endured the burning pain, gripping the stone platform with all his might to prevent himself from falling into the boiling molten pool. He raised his head with difficulty, his eyes cold and proud, his face increasingly resolute. He leaped onto the stone platform, his spine as straight as a thousand-year-old pine, using the Thousand-Year Green stance as his foundation, his toes like roots digging into the rock. The tall and slightly proud figure of the young man stood like a solitary pine tree on a cliff, facing the cold wind.

Time was running out, and Chen Ye wanted a quick victory. His failed attack was followed by a destructive Flame Palm, which swept through the air in a destructive arc, directly aiming at Chen Mo's temple.

But this time, Chen Mo did not retreat. He protected his head with his fists and pushed forward. The fists and palm collided, and a violent explosion of energy erupted between them, a deep boom echoing through the air. The rocks beneath their feet trembled, and debris flew everywhere.

In close combat, Chen Mo was like a green bamboo in a storm, resilient and strong. His arms, flesh, meridians, and internal organs all endured the violent impact. His green robe was now tattered and bloodstained, and the energy waves flung the fabric around. Another mouthful of blood spewed out, the gap in strength impossible to easily bridge.

From the moment he swallowed the Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit, Chen Mo knew his fate. He would either be killed by the enraged Chen Ye or die from the fire poison burning his internal organs.

Although the Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit was a precious natural treasure, many innate spirit medicines, if not processed, contained lethal toxins. The Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit, for example, contained a large amount of deadly fire poison. Even a fire-type Spirit Qi cultivator like Chen Ye could not withstand such fire poison.

The intense burning sensation had already spread throughout Chen Mo's internal organs, making every moment feel like being roasted in a fire.

At the same time, the powerful medicinal properties of the Crimson Flame Spirit Fruit began to take effect, burning his blood and meridians.

Moreover, the nature of this medicine was fire, which was completely different from the Green Wood Technique Chen Mo practiced. This only accelerated his path to death.

Knowing there was no escape, Chen Mo roared with red eyes, pouncing like a fierce beast. The fire poison that had spread from his lungs to his skin formed a thin layer of crimson mist.

Even if he died, he would take Chen Ye with him. If not for his relentless pressure, he could have cured his brother's leg.

Chen Ye roared, rising to his full height, his right arm ablaze with flames, spinning in the air like an eagle diving for its prey. With the force of a mountain, he struck Chen Mo with his right palm.

But this blow was not as effective as he had hoped. Driven by instinct, Chen Mo's body was filled with violent fire energy, and he withstood the blow, breaking only two ribs and spitting out a mouthful of blood.

Chen Ye's face was splattered with blood, the fire poison immediately burning his skin, causing him to scream in pain and fear. But his nightmare was just beginning. Chen Mo darted behind him, grabbing him around the waist.

Chen Mo's meridians were about to burst, the violent fire energy tearing through his body, and the fiery breath spreading within him. The explosive, violent fire energy surged out.

He tightly embraced Chen Ye, his spine straight, his toes digging into the rock crevices at different angles.

Again using the Thousand-Year Green defensive stance, but this time, his hands were like vines, tightly wrapping around Chen Ye, anchoring them both in place.

Apart from the fire poison ravaging his body, the violent yet pure spirit liquid temporarily increased his strength significantly. With Chen Ye immobilized and disoriented, no matter how much he struggled, he was like a thousand-year-old vine, unable to break free.

Chen Ye's eyes bulged in terror, his liver and gallbladder trembling. He kicked frantically with his heels but could not escape Chen Mo's grip. Seeing the small cave heaven on the verge of collapse, the entrance shrinking to half its size, he knew that if he didn't get out, he would be buried here.

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