Chapter 42

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The 'Nourishing Pulse Pill,' a third-grade elixir, can strengthen the foundation and nourish the meridians. This pill is extremely rare in Heavy Profound City, with a price that is hard to come by, even for a thousand gold. Additionally, there are three thousand gold notes, which can be spent at will, and a wooden token worth a thousand contribution points to exchange for resources within the family.

Not only are the rewards generous, but the first place winner will be cultivated as a pillar of the family, with priority access to various resources. The true intention is to encourage the Chen family's descendants to strive for progress, devote themselves to cultivation, and strengthen themselves to bring glory to the family.

Helian Huowu was stunned, not expecting Chen Xuan to propose in public. This not only failed to move her at all, but instead filled her with disgust. Her second brother hadn't returned; how could she have time to care about Chen Xuan's feelings?

In an instant, she turned cold as ice, turning her head to silently reject Chen Xuan.

For a moment, the crowd below erupted in a roar. Indeed, Helian Huowu was beautiful and talented, but compared to the status of a young patriarch, she still fell short in many ways. Various discussions and all sorts of bizarre comments flew around.

Clan leader Chen Zhengfeng frowned slightly, about to say something.

"I, Chen Mo, come to challenge the young patriarch."

A resounding and powerful voice echoed, deep and resonant like a bell ringing through the sky.

A figure appeared, arms spread wide, stepping on the shoulders and heads of the clan's disciples, 'thud, thud, thud,' rushing over. With a leap, he landed on the copper ring, standing alone on the green stone platform, facing Chen Xuan.

Though his clothes were tattered, they could not hide his clear and lively eyes.

At the same time, a green stone-like object whistled and spun, landing on the green stone platform, then slowly crawled to the side of the copper lion, yawned, and fell asleep. It had been rushing for a long time recently.

The crowd was speechless, and upon closer inspection, it was indeed Chen Mo.

A wave of commotion ensued, with mocking and jeering laughter. It turned out to be Chen Mo, the congenitally defective boy who had achieved nothing in three years. How could he dare to challenge Chen Xuan? Truly arrogant and overconfident, not even considering his own strength. It was like hitting a stone with an egg, inviting humiliation.

Some people cheered, urging Chen Xuan not to hold back and to severely punish the audacious Chen Mo.

Only one person was both surprised and delighted.

The moment Helian Huowu saw Chen Mo, her tense heart suddenly relaxed, tears welling up in her eyes. She patted her chest, feeling a sense of safety, like a green fruit ripening under the sun, emitting a sweet aroma, inviting and sweet.

Her second brother had finally returned safely. It was enough that he was safe...

Chen Xuan also looked at Chen Mo in surprise, with a mix of disappointment and attachment, slowly withdrawing his hand. His face remained calm, secretly observing him.

Chen Mo, though ragged and weary from travel, stood like a towering green pine, unbending and unyielding, exuding a dignified aura. He was far different from a few months ago. Chen Xuan couldn't help but admire him, thinking that Chen Mo truly transformed like a dragon when encountering the right conditions.

Chen Xuan collected his thoughts, ignoring the commotion below. A surge of passion and blood boiled within him, and he declared loudly, "Since you're so interested, Chen Mo, I'll play along, but I won't hold back."

"Good," Chen Mo replied without fear, his blood boiling, "Worthy of being the young patriarch, this is what I wanted!"

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"Then, please guide me," Chen Xuan said, despite the jeering below. As the son of the clan leader, he was handsome and refined. He bowed with both hands, his slender body bending slightly, showing great sincerity. He had none of the arrogance of a young master, dressed in a simple white robe, with clear eyes and a refined appearance.

Hearing Chen Xuan speak, the jeering below gradually subsided. Seeing the clan leader's humility, some people felt ashamed, realizing the gap between themselves and Chen Xuan was not just in skill but also in character. Everyone held their breath, carefully observing how the young patriarch would teach this arrogant youth a lesson.

The clan leader Chen Zhengfeng nodded in satisfaction at his son's demeanor.

At this moment, Chen Deshui's face was dark, his mind in turmoil. The spirit master Liu Lei he had sent had failed to eliminate this boy? Could this boy have such good luck to escape?

"Please also guide me, young patriarch," Chen Mo replied, politely, but on the platform, life and death were determined by fate.

Though they hadn't moved yet, the two men's gazes clashed like two sharp knives, sparks flying. It was a challenge and a test.

The air around them seemed to stop, and the slight breathing of the crowd below could be heard.

Three months ago, when Chen Xuan passed by Chen Mo's house, he saw Chen Mo fighting the evil servants of Chen Deshui. Chen Mo had only practiced the initial stages of the Vajra Fist. Thinking of this, the steady Chen Xuan felt even calmer.

But seeing Chen Mo's restrained aura, he seemed to have reached the advanced stage of a Spirit Apprentice? His progress was indeed rapid, showing the potential of a genius. No wonder he dared to challenge me.

Unfortunately, even so, he is far from my match.

Chen Xuan had thoroughly analyzed his opponent. Although the platform was for sparring, in a real fight, if he injured the other, it would only be because of his lack of strength.

Only the bloodstains on the green stone platform would prove the winner.

With one hand behind his back, he raised his palm, a pale blue mystic energy filling his entire hand, like a layer of frost on his palm. His previously refined and elegant expression turned serious and solemn. He stomped the ground, focusing all his attention, and struck first at Chen Mo.

Only by defeating him in one move could he show Helian Huowu who the true strong man was.

"Wave Sweeping Sand!"

This move was part of the Wave Palm technique, similar to the Vajra Fist, both belonging to the lower-grade ordinary techniques. Chen Xuan, who specialized in water-based techniques, had practiced the Wave Palm to a minor level of proficiency. It was more than enough to deal with Chen Mo, who was far weaker.

A pale blue wave of energy surged from his palm, a fierce gale roaring like a dragon or a tiger. His body moved with the energy, agile and powerful, striking Chen Mo with a forceful palm.

"At such a young age, Chen Xuan has mastered the lower-grade ordinary Wave Palm to such a degree, truly remarkable," the elders on the platform said, nodding in satisfaction.

Faced with Chen Xuan's underestimation, Chen Mo remained calm. Having experienced many battles in the Coiled Dragon Mountains, he was composed in combat.

He quickly activated the Great Brightness Divine Formula in his qi sea, a slightly white-tinged green mystic energy burning within him like a surging wave. He lunged forward, delivering a Vajra Fist, his iron-hard fist like a dragon emerging from the sea, powerful and forceful.

A loud "Boom" echoed.

The two clashed fiercely, the sound reverberating in the air as everyone held their breath.

"Ha," Chen Xuan retreated several steps, his arm tingling as if struck by lightning, only regaining feeling after a few violent tremors.

Chen Mo, however, stood his ground, expressionless, as steady as a mountain.

Chen Xuan looked at his opponent in astonishment. A simple and ordinary Vajra Fist had such power? It seemed he had reached a level of mastery. He couldn't underestimate him anymore.

Meanwhile, the crowd below was in an uproar. The young patriarch had been forced back several steps by Chen Xuan. What was going on? At this point, many people began to take a closer look at Chen Mo.

Seeing his long and deep breaths and heavy aura, it was clear he was already at the peak of a Spirit Apprentice.

Peak of a Spirit Apprentice? A boy not even sixteen years old was already at the peak of a Spirit Apprentice? If so, wasn't he even more talented than the young patriarch? Many people now looked at Chen Mo with a hint of respect.

"Chen Mo, let's see how you handle this move."

Chen Mo's strength had only fueled Chen Xuan's fighting spirit, his calm eyes flashing with excitement.

His figure flickered, and he struck with a palm that was no longer soft and weak. The edge of his palm, from the ring finger to the arm, was covered in ice, sharp like a blade, capable of cutting through flesh with ease. The blade-like palm gleamed brightly under the sun.

As the young patriarch, he naturally had a proud heart. Though he possessed high-grade mystic techniques, how could he use them to bully someone using a lower-grade ordinary technique?

It seemed Chen Xuan was determined to use a lower-grade ordinary technique to counter Chen Mo's Vajra Fist.

Chen Mo's figure flickered, his toes barely touching the ground, and he floated backward, using the surging energy to dodge the move with the Willow Leaf Technique, which he had mastered to a high degree.

Some of the clan's disciples below thought differently.

"This boy, I thought he was something, but he only took one palm from the young patriarch and started running for his life."

"I don't believe he can stand on the platform."

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"Second Brother, you can do it," Helian Huowu's eyes sparkled, delighted that her second brother had not only returned alive but had also made such significant progress.

Chen Zhengfeng, however, remained calm, seemingly confident in his son. He also admired Chen Mo's Vajra Fist, which he had performed with such power and ferocity, truly remarkable. His mastery of the Willow Leaf Technique was also impressive, graceful and agile.

At this moment, Chen Mo ignored the commotion below, continuing to move with the Willow Leaf Technique, each step seemingly in harmony with the natural flow of the wind.

Each punch and move he made was well-timed and unexpected.

Both being at the peak of Spirit Apprentices, their exchanges were swift.

For a moment, the two figures on the green stone platform darted back and forth, occasionally bursting with energy, evenly matched.

Even the people on the platform were captivated. Having a young genius like Chen Xuan in the clan was already a blessing, but Chen Mo, being even younger, showed even greater potential.

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