Chapter 47

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All the heat erupted at once, each hair follicle felt as if it were being bathed in a hot spring, relaxing and refreshing to the extreme.

But this was not the end. At this moment, all the warmth began to contract, just like the tide receding, all of it flowing back in reverse.

The pure Great Brightness Mystic Qi flowed back through the meridians in a vortex-like manner. The previously empty Qi Sea suddenly became the source and center of the vortex's suction, the Mystic Qi following a spiral path through the meridians, surging wildly into the Qi Sea.

The Mystic Qi in the meridians seemed to ignite in the air like winding arrows, all converging at the center of the Qi Sea.

"Boom!"

Like a tangible thunderclap, Chen Mo showed no fear.

If it were anyone else, they might have given up by now. Their Qi Sea would be too fragile to withstand the intense impact of the surging Mystic Qi, which would return like a violent thunderclap. At best, they would fail to advance, their Mystic Qi would become chaotic, and they would suffer serious injuries. At worst, their Qi Sea would collapse, leaving them as cripples, or even be killed by the uncontrollable Mystic Qi.

The Mystic Qi in the meridians returned to the Qi Sea like a hundred rivers converging into the sea. In an instant, it seemed as if one could hear a "hiss" sound, like cold seawater extinguishing the dry, scorched, and lava-like Qi Sea, far more intense and shocking than pouring ice water on a red-hot iron plate. Numerous powerful currents rose up.

The Qi Sea suddenly felt a sharp pain, as if being torn apart, followed by an incomparable sense of comfort.

The rising Great Brightness Mystic Qi eventually turned into smoke, rain, and mist, transforming into gentle breaths that moved through the meridians like pearls rolling on a jade plate, leaving a light, comfortable, and clean sensation wherever it passed.

Finally, all the impurities were expelled from the pores of the body, the largest stream rising slowly from the dantian, dispersing into his ears, nose, and mouth, and finally exhaled, leaving not a trace.

After an unknown amount of time, the thunder and rain stopped. Chen Mo opened his eyes, walked out of the scripture hall, and saw the red sun rising, signaling a new morning!

The air was fresh after the rain, and the trees outside the courtyard were so green that they seemed to be oozing sap.

Stretching his somewhat heavy body, he gazed into the distance.

Whether it was the geese flying far away, the insects devouring raindrops on nearby weeds, the veins on the leaves of distant mugwort, or the cracks in the bark of old trees, everything was crystal clear, as if the entire world had changed.

The Mystic Qi flowed smoothly and abundantly throughout his body, the Qi Sea was exceptionally full, as if there was an inexhaustible source of strength within him. When he clenched his hand, his bones crackled with a clear and crisp sound, not muffled at all.

Suddenly inspired, Chen Mo threw a punch.

"Ha."

This move was simple, looking like just a basic punch, but it was crucial in the Vajra Fist, as it was the most important offensive technique in the Vajra Subduing Demons.

It was not fast, but the momentum was extremely steady and upright, giving a sense of being long-lasting and substantial. His arm extended steadily into the air, and then the sleeve reached his wrist, producing a thunderous sound.

This was a feeling that was hard to describe. You clearly felt that this punch was so "fierce" and "urgent" that it seemed to burst the air. Yet, what you saw was unhurried, and when his arm was fully extended, you could feel an invincible force extending from it.

Yes, it was restrained.

Like an unexploded bomb, it looked so calm on the outside, but once it exploded, the result was incredibly powerful.

Describing it as "still as a virgin, swift as a hare" was far from enough.

"Vajra Paving the Way."

"Vajra Displaying Might."

"Vajra Supporting the Pagoda."

The set of Vajra Fist was not performed as swiftly as usual, but each move was slowly and thoughtfully executed. By the time he finished, quite a while had passed.

However, no one could ignore its power. Even the simplest turn and punch carried a gust of wind. Most surprisingly, the punch, which produced a "whoosh" sound, was only half an inch away from a leaf, yet the leaf remained still.

The final punch, "slap," sounded like a palm gently slapping a wall, striking a large rock.

What happened? If it were any other time, the rock would have shattered and scattered, but today, the rock remained the same. Did he not use any strength?

Standing, closing his eyes, retracting his hand, and exhaling, he had just calmed his blood and qi.

"Crack..." The large rock, with a single point as the center, cracked in a spider-web pattern.

Another gentle breeze blew.

"Rustle..." The large rock turned into countless small rocks, scattering on the ground, with the center point being where Chen Mo's fist had landed.

If there were someone knowledgeable present, they would recognize this as the internalization of Mystic Qi. The internalization of Mystic Qi is actually a characteristic, a symbol of a higher level.

In other words... Chen Mo had advanced to the Spirit Master level!

Spirit Master.

For Chen Mo, this was once a distant term, but now he had reached it. The Mystic Qi in his body was no longer confined to the meridians, needing to be channeled through the Qi Sea or released through Mystic Techniques to burst into other parts of the body.

He thought back to the sensation during his advancement, the Mystic Qi resonating with the thunder, gathering from his meridians, and finally converging into the Qi Sea, where it was compressed, refined, and purified. Once it stabilized, it burst out from the Qi Sea, surging through his body, and the meridians were refined again, allowing them to withstand the more intense flow of Mystic Qi.

In this case, hadn't his physical body also improved? Hadn't the impurities in his body been further cleansed?

Thinking about this, Chen Mo suppressed his excitement, retracted his fist, and took a deep breath before rushing to the pond to look at himself. His face was covered in a layer of black, which had already dried. If his face was like this, what about the rest of his body? Seeing no one around, he hurried home to take a hot bath.

In a nearby pavilion, a man in a green robe watched this scene, his stern square face unable to hide his admiration and satisfaction. This man was none other than Chen Zhengfeng, the mentor Chen Mo had chosen.

Under sixteen, advancing to Spirit Master. Perhaps, this young man would be the key to the rise of the Chen Clan.

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A gentle breeze blew over the mountain, and the stars hung in the sky like countless eyes watching all living things on the earth.

A silver waterfall cascaded down the back mountain of the Chen Clan, plummeting three thousand feet, splashing countless water droplets, and pounding against the mountain walls with a thunderous sound.

At the peak of the waterfall, where the water mist was dense, Chen Mo sat solemnly on a protruding rock, like a celestial being engraved on the cliff, riding on the back of a giant silver dragon.

After the clan competition, he received the first-place reward, three thousand gold notes, and one thousand contribution points, which he exchanged for resources, including two third-grade Clear Spirit Pills.

One of the pills was used during his advancement to Spirit Master, and the other lay quietly in front of him.

He looked at the third-grade Clear Spirit Pill with a bitter smile. A pale green glow surrounded it, and its fragrance was refreshing, invigorating the mind and body. This pill not only provided pure Mystic Qi to cultivators but also strengthened the Qi Sea, making it more full and robust.

The only downside was that he had to borrow many contribution points from the clan to enhance his strength.

Fortunately, he had successfully advanced to the Spirit Master level with just one Clear Spirit Pill.

This extra Clear Spirit Pill gave Chen Mo some different thoughts. Now that he had successfully advanced to Spirit Master, his next priority was to heal his brother's leg and fulfill his sense of guilt and wish.

One Pulse Nourishing Pill would probably not be enough. The young Brightness Divine Tree sapling in his consciousness sea, with only one leaf, was also insufficient.

If he could make the sapling grow another leaf, his chances would be much higher.

Sensing the small green sprout in his consciousness sea, which had stopped growing after being used several times, its vitality was almost extinguished, and the luminous crystal had dimmed. If he did not provide it with nutrients and nourishment in time, the small green sprout might wither.

Without hesitation, Chen Mo swallowed the valuable Clear Spirit Pill.

He calmed his emotions, cleared his mind, and expelled all distractions. With each breath, he opened his pores, allowing each one to breathe in the fresh air. He slowly entered a state of deep concentration, focusing only on his internal organs, and then he guided the Great Brightness Mystic Qi to gradually enter his consciousness sea.

The weak and tender sprout seemed to have sensed it, its pale green tip curling slightly, waiting for the nourishment.

Suddenly, a cool breath rose from the Qi Sea, the effects of the Clear Spirit Pill beginning to spread, like a gentle stream slowly cleansing and transforming into pure Great Brightness Mystic Qi, seeping into the consciousness sea bit by bit.

Chen Mo knew that too much at once would be counterproductive. The small sprout had been dormant for a long time, and a sudden flood of nourishment, like a storm, would overwhelm it. He had to take it slowly.

The small sprout trembled tentatively, its tip bouncing up and sucking in, pausing as if tasting the flavor, whether it was sweet or bland.

Chen Mo was taken aback. He had borrowed the best pill from the clan, and it was still picky? Didn't it know that Little Eight was staring at the pill with green eyes, using all sorts of tricks, being cute, flattering, and begging, but still couldn't get a taste? Wasn't it hard for him to help it grow?

The small sprout seemed to understand Chen Mo's feelings, its tip lifting slightly. It was as if it was mocking Chen Mo, "How many times have you squeezed me for that little green liquid? I eat grass and produce milk. Don't you know?"

Chen Mo was speechless.

At this moment, the Great Brightness Mystic Qi slowly filled the consciousness sea, soaking the tender sprout. The seed absorbed the Mystic Qi, its luster becoming increasingly bright, almost transparent, and the fine textures within became clearly visible, like fertile soil that had been nourished, becoming thick and solid.

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