Chapter 50

Chapter 51: Poverty Spurs Change

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What kind of power was needed to create such terrifying marks? If the clan leader were here, he would surely be dumbfounded.

According to the description of realms in the Thunder Fist secret technique, it was clear that Chen Mo's kick had already reached the initial stage of mastery, and its power far exceeded expectations. This was the result of integrating a hint of the Great Wasteland Thunder Fist's intent.

It took the clan leader himself three whole years to barely reach this level with the Thunder Flash technique. For others with lesser aptitude, it might take eight to ten years of cultivation to achieve it.

But in just a few dozen days, Chen Mo had already cultivated the first form of the Thunder Fist to the initial stage of mastery. Such a terrifying cultivation speed was simply unbelievable.

In contrast, Chen Mo lightly flicked his clothes, still maintaining a calm expression. He then casually sat on the ground and began to ponder the second form's concept, as if the previous scene was already within his expectations.

The three forms of the Thunder Fist possessed astonishing explosive power and the indestructible nature of metal-type techniques. Despite these advantages, few of the family's generations of experts chose this special attribute technique.

The reason was that the three forms of the Thunder Fist were too domineering, and the fierce mystic energy often damaged the internal meridians. A large amount of time was needed to nourish and recover, making the cultivation speed abnormally slow.

Unless there were a large number of meridian-nourishing pills to aid cultivation, which was clearly impossible, the family could not support anyone's cultivation in such a manner.

While cultivating the three forms of the Thunder Fist, Chen Mo, with the help of the young sprout of the Light God Tree, easily repaired damaged meridians and flesh. Not only was it harmless, but it also formed a body-tempering effect, making the meridians increasingly resilient with each repair.

Similarly, while others spent most of their time nurturing their meridians, Chen Mo directly bypassed this most difficult step, allowing his cultivation to progress at an incredible pace.

"The key to the Thunder Flash is the powerful explosive force generated by mystic energy in the legs, using various momentum to mobilize the entire body's strength, bursting out in one go. It emphasizes the word 'explosion,' which is very draining on mystic energy.

The Thunder Cannon consumes even more mystic energy. Without medicinal pills, it's really tough. Each time I sit in meditation to cultivate, the mystic energy is depleted in no time, leaving me with little chance to experience its essence. Without resources, it's truly impossible to make progress!"

Chen Mo couldn't help but feel depressed when he thought about the contribution points he still owed the family. As the saying goes, the poor study literature, the rich practice martial arts. Without resources, how could one cultivate? He was so poor that he wished a gold mine would fall from the sky.

It seemed that he could only go to the Qiu Long Mountains again to see if there was any chance to make some money.

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Time flies, and another month passed.

Chen Mo, who had endured many hardships in the Qiu Long Mountains, had undergone a significant change. His spirit, which was initially sharp and revealing, had become more reserved and refined.

The only thing that hadn't changed much was his debt.

In a month, he had accumulated only a little over two thousand gold, which was insufficient for either repaying his debt or cultivating.

Driven by poverty, Chen Mo thought of the illness of Qu Xinghe's daughter, the master of the Heavy Mystic Realm.

From some rumors, he learned that the reward had increased from fifty thousand taels to one hundred thousand taels.

If he could obtain this gold, many problems would be solved.

However, the prerequisite was to cure the young lady. Many physicians had gone with confidence but not only failed to cure her, they had even worsened her condition. The enraged city lord had reduced those incompetent physicians to cripples.

This news had spread widely within a thousand miles.

Although the Green Liquid had great efficacy in treatment, he didn't know what strange illness the young lady had, which had left physicians within a thousand miles at a loss.

"Regardless, I'll go to the Heavy Mystic City and see what happens." Tempted by the gold, Chen Mo made up his mind to take a chance.

Besides, the small sprout in his consciousness sea would eventually become the Light God Tree. He believed that even if he couldn't cure her, it would have some effect and wouldn't anger the master of the Heavy Mystic Realm.

After a few twists and turns, Chen Mo arrived at the entrance of the Qu family's residence.

At the solemn gate, Chen Mo, who had disguised himself, stated his purpose.

The servant scrutinized Chen Mo, a bit hesitant. At that moment, several physicians carrying medicine boxes came out from inside the gate.

"Ah, Doctor Li, you look unwell. Could it be that you are also at a loss?" The servant hurriedly approached, asking cautiously.

Doctor Li shook his head helplessly, his face full of embarrassment.

When he entered, he had boasted confidently, but now he had lost all face. Fortunately, there were many others who had lost face along with him.

The crowd noticed Chen Mo, who had a notice stuck to his waist, and it deeply attracted their attention like a powerful magnet.

"Who is this young man?" Doctor Li asked the servant suspiciously in a low voice.

"Oh, him? He says he's here to treat the young lady."

Before Chen Mo could speak, the crowd burst into loud laughter.

"Ha ha ha, you? You're killing me with laughter." Doctor Li clutched his stomach, laughing so hard that his white beard pointed to the sky, his eyes fixed on Chen Mo as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

The other physicians either leaned against the door, the wall, or sat on the ground, emitting various kinds of loud laughter.

"Young man, I'm doing this for your own good. You should go back."

"May I ask, Doctor, why do you say that?" Chen Mo asked calmly.

"Little brother, today, Lord Qu has gathered all the famous physicians in the city for a consultation. However, most of them are just here for the name. The city lord is currently very angry, so I advise you to go back early." The pharmacist sighed, still kind-hearted, and patiently explained.

The crowd nodded in agreement.

"Thank you for the warning, but I have great confidence in my medical skills. I want to give it a try." Despite the cold looks from the crowd, Chen Mo firmly made his decision.

"Are you better than Doctor Li, the second-best physician in the Heavy Mystic City?" The servant, while trying to discourage Chen Mo, couldn't help but mock Doctor Li, who had boasted earlier.

Instantly, Doctor Li's face, which had been full of smiles, turned ashen. Offending a physician, the servant was clearly courting death.

Chen Mo found it amusing and smiled, thinking, "What does it matter to me what rank you are? Why are you blocking me here?"

If he didn't show some real strength, the servant wouldn't report him.

Chen Mo turned around, and everyone thought he was retreating. Unexpectedly, he walked to a withered grass, took out a small bottle of pills from his sleeve, squatted down, and gently sprinkled two drops on the grass leaves, muttering, "Little grass, little grass, why are you the only one withered?"

Chen Mo gently caressed the withered leaves with his fair, slender hand, while using the Light Mystic Energy to extract a tiny bit of Green Liquid from the sprout in his consciousness sea. The Green Liquid, which had no effect on the sprout's development, seeped into the meridians of the withered grass, nourishing the withered texture within.

Gradually, each withered leaf stood up, turning from yellow to lush green, full of vitality.

Chen Mo stood up, put the white jade bottle back into his chest, and tidied his clothes, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor without looking back at them.

"Ah?" The crowd saw his medicine water bring a withered grass back to life, something none of them, not even the Medicine King, could do.

The crowd, who had previously mocked him, now showed deep shock, as they saw a miraculous healing power in this young man.

"Hmph, so young and so arrogant." Seeing the young man, who had shown no outward signs of power, display such a skill, Doctor Li felt greatly insulted.

Chen Mo didn't understand the mentality of such people. They had just said he lacked ability, and now they were calling him arrogant.

"Didn't you spend ten thousand gold on this bottle of medicine just to show off?" As the crowd was shocked, a voice suddenly came from the crowd, and everyone looked at Chen Mo as if he were a fraud.

"This is a secret formula I made from several herbs I collected by the roadside. You say this bottle is worth ten thousand gold? I'll sell it to you for one thousand, or even one hundred." Chen Mo took out the bottle of medicine from his chest and calmly walked towards the physician.

The crowd stared at Chen Mo, seeing that he was genuinely trying to sell it. The medicine was clearly real, and selling it for one thousand gold was indeed illogical. Could it really be, as he said, just a combination of random herbs?

A group of famous physicians in the city were left speechless, their wrinkled old faces lowering in embarrassment.

At that moment, a silver bell-like voice came from behind the crowd:

"Sir, are you here to treat the young lady?"

Chen Mo looked up and saw a maid in Qu family attire, with a slender waist, a tall and slim figure, and an oval face. Though not stunningly beautiful, she was pleasant to look at.

"Yes, please inform the young lady for me." Chen Mo bowed politely, his tone gentle and courteous, in stark contrast to his treatment of the self-important physicians earlier.

"I'm just a maid, don't call me 'young lady.' Sir, please follow me." The maid smiled and led Chen Mo into the residence, saying, "I hope you have some skills, or I'll be in trouble."

"Rest assured, I won't kill your young lady." Chen Mo walked in confidently, leaving a group of old faces with mixed emotions in the wind.

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