Chapter 55

（A new book is like a young sprout, needing careful care. Additionally, it has been recommended on the Sanjiang list, so I'm asking for Sanjiang recommendation votes~）

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Yan Zhiwu, staring at the cold-faced Chen Mo, took out a stack of gold bills and said with a smile, "Here are 150,000 gold bills, far exceeding the fee Qu Xinghe gave Brother Xuanyuan. I only ask that Brother Xuanyuan let go of the secret and tell me the formula for the medicine and the treatment method for Miss Qu. In the future, if there is anything I can help with, I will not hesitate and will do my best."

"No sale." Chen Mo ignored Yan Zhiwu's words and continued coldly.

"You're asking for death, not knowing when to be grateful."

As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Zhiwu let out a fierce cry. His body darted forward like an eagle swooping down on a rabbit, his fingers curved into claws, one in front and one behind, emitting a powerful force that shone with a golden light, whistling through the air as it aimed for Chen Mo's head.

The Great Eagle Claw technique, a high-level ordinary skill, has a solid and flexible finger force that penetrates the body, achieving the essence of the eagle claw. When used, the force is concentrated in the fingers, making them as strong as iron hooks, capable of injuring enemies unexpectedly and defeating them without a trace.

Chen Mo suddenly turned, easily dodging the attack. The powerful finger wind whistled past his face, stinging his eyes.

With the first move failing, the mystic energy in his body surged again. He leaped up, performing a backflip, and his hands, curved into claws, quickly wove a dense net over Chen Mo's head, enveloping him in a powerful force, determined to crush him.

Chen Mo's eyes flashed with a sharp light, as if he was ready to kill Yan Zhiwu without hesitation.

At that moment, a loud voice rang out.

"Stop, old man!"

A black figure suddenly appeared in front of Chen Mo, blocking Yan Zhiwu. A withered hand emerged from the black sleeve, rising from below and grabbing Yan Zhiwu's arm.

As the hand moved, a black shadow gradually appeared on the back of the hand, resembling the giant claw of an ancient beast, carrying a suffocating aura that rushed toward Yan Zhiwu.

Thud! The two hands collided violently, and Yan Zhiwu felt a tremor in his wrist, his internal energy churning, and a mouthful of blood spewed out.

Thud, thud, thud~

Yan Zhiwu staggered back several steps before stabilizing himself.

"Old Master Mo, what is the meaning of this?" Yan Zhiwu's eyes flickered with uncertainty as he stared at the newcomer.

"Master Yan is a smart man, you should know the old servant's intentions."

The old man called Old Master Mo, bent and frail, looked like a piece of decaying wood. If not for seeing his actions, who would have believed that the terrifying aura came from this old man who walked unsteadily.

"Hmph~" Knowing he couldn't achieve his goal, Yan Zhiwu glared at Chen Mo and turned to leave.

"Thank you, Old Master Mo, for your help."

Seeing Yan Zhiwu leave, Chen Mo hurriedly thanked Old Master Mo.

"Master Xuanyuan, no need to be so polite. Even if the old servant hadn't appeared, I believe Master Xuanyuan's strength would have been enough to handle the situation. However, please rest assured, I will deal with the Yan family, and they won't bother you again in the future."

With that, Old Master Mo's cloudy old eyes flashed with a sharp light, looking at Chen Mo with great appreciation. His bent body, accompanied by a series of coughs, gradually disappeared into the crowd.

Chen Mo found an inn to stay in. After thinking for a while, he began to move around the room, sometimes raising his hands, sometimes kicking his legs, completely entering a unique state of mind. Gradually, he began to practice the Vajra Fist, though the movements were slow, the force was powerful and solid, the techniques simple, combining punches and kicks, both offensive and defensive, the punches becoming increasingly strong and vigorous.

After an unknown amount of time, the bright moonlight shone through the window, filling the room.

When Chen Mo finished the seventh round of the Vajra Fist, he could no longer feel the previous essence, and he reluctantly stopped.

After a lot of exercise, Chen Mo felt thirsty. He walked to the wooden table, sat down, and drank the entire pot of tea, feeling much better.

After practicing the Vajra Fist for the entire night, he felt no fatigue, his internal energy was full, and his spirit was high. This was the perfect time to break through. He carefully took out the fourth-grade Spirit Refining Pill he bought during the day and slowly opened it.

A refreshing aroma filled the air, and a dragon-eye-sized pill appeared before him, crystal clear and smooth, emitting a faint white glow.

Although he had temporarily suppressed the severe poison in Miss Qu's body, to completely eliminate it, he needed to consolidate the treatment. Using the green liquid too frequently might affect the young branch, and if it damaged the root, it would be counterproductive.

It seemed that to quickly cure Miss Qu, he needed to find another way to improve his cultivation, currently prioritizing the cultivation of the Light God Tree.

As soon as he swallowed the pill, the powerful medicinal properties began to take effect, forming pure medicinal energy that integrated into his body. He activated his mystic energy, channeling the medicinal energy into his consciousness sea.

The Light God Tree, still in its young branch state, seemed to be bathed in a sacred light, emitting a brilliant glow. The tiny bud on the branch finally absorbed enough nutrients and unfolded, becoming crystal clear and lush.

After a night, the young branch unfolded, and the second green leaf fully grew. Even the third leaf's bud began to emerge slightly.

Not only that, but the stem also became much thicker.

The vibrant Light God Tree, full of life, gave Chen Mo a great boost in confidence.

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A few days later, Chen Mo returned to the Qu family to treat Miss Qu.

Inside the green silk and white curtains, the two sat cross-legged, Chen Mo holding Miss Qu's delicate fingers. Her slender fingers, like a master's carving, were so tender that they seemed to break at a touch, evoking a deep sense of pity.

Chen Mo secretly activated the Light Mystic Energy, his palm glowing with a faint green light, which entered Miss Qu's meridians.

A warm sensation spread through Miss Qu, making her feel an unprecedented comfort. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan, a sound that was soul-stirring, filled with a hint of coquetry.

Her cheeks flushed, and she secretly glanced at Chen Mo, finding him focused on the treatment, which calmed her heart, which had been fluttering like a deer.

After a series of treatments, Miss Qu, though still weak, showed clear signs of improvement. Her pale face finally regained its original delicate redness.

Miss Qu, who had never had physical contact with a man, blushed deeply. Though the treatment was gentle, it stirred the young girl's heart.

Never having experienced such a sensation, Miss Qu's face, carved like jade, was filled with shyness. She took a few deep breaths to calm her racing heart, though she felt a reluctance to let go of the treatment.

Chen Mo, not at ease, beads of sweat trickled down his forehead, the yellow makeup he had applied now forming streaks. After about fifteen minutes, he gradually withdrew the Light Mystic Energy, seeing Miss Qu's improvement, he sighed in relief and slowly released her soft, cotton-like fingers.

Miss Qu calmed her heart, slowly opened her eyes, and let out a soft laugh, her hand covering her lips, her face flushing.

It seemed the treatment was effective, and Miss Qu was happy.

"Miss, you seem to be recovering well. In a few more days, you will surely return to your former self," Chen Mo said reassuringly.

Seeing Miss Qu still smiling, she lifted her beautiful eyes, a smile playing on her lips.

"Master Xuanyuan, please wait a moment," Miss Qu's voice, smooth and clear like a stream, sent a shiver down Chen Mo's spine.

"Jasmine, bring a basin of clear water," she instructed the maid waiting outside the curtains.

Chen Mo, realizing the situation, wiped the sweat from his face, the yellow makeup becoming sticky on his fingers. He inwardly cursed, as the sweat was meant to conceal the effects of the green leaf, but now his disguise had been compromised.

"Uh, hehe," Chen Mo laughed awkwardly.

Using the clear water in the basin, Chen Mo washed his face, revealing his true appearance.

Through the curtains, seeing Chen Mo's true face, Miss Qu, who was already grateful for saving her life, was now even more moved. His fair skin and handsome features stood out, especially his clear, determined eyes, making him look like a vibrant young man, with a hint of maturity in his reserved gaze.

The young girl, blushing, evoked a deep sense of pity.

"Master Xuanyuan, I heard that Yan Zhiwu deliberately made things difficult for you?" Miss Qu, though bedridden, was still perceptive.

"Miss, you worry too much. One Yan Zhiwu is no match for me," Chen Mo said calmly.

"Master Xuanyuan, even if you're not worried about Yan Zhiwu, living outside is inconvenient. It would be easier to stay in the guest room of the Qu family."

"Since that's the case, I will follow your advice."

Chen Mo thought that staying in the Qu family would indeed save him a lot of trouble, allowing him to focus on treating Miss Qu and practicing martial arts.

After some time, with Chen Mo's efforts, Miss Qu's poison was almost completely cured.

In the red pavilion, beside the green tiles and red pillars, a small pavilion stood next to a rockery about ten feet high. A stream of water cascaded into the pond, splashing onto the lotus leaves, like pearls of jade, trembling. A red carp in the pond flicked its tail, causing the lotus leaves to tremble.

"Ha, ha..." A silver bell-like laugh echoed from the pavilion. Xiao Ba, the mystical turtle, stood up, its front legs circling in the air to maintain balance, its neck straight, a spirit fruit balanced on its mouth. With a forceful nod, the fruit was thrown into the air and landed perfectly in its mouth, causing Miss Qu to giggle, covering her mouth.

Chen Mo, sweating, was speechless. Does this Xiao Ba have any sense of propriety? A spirit fruit is like a mother to it, and to get more spirit fruits from Miss Qu, it doesn't hesitate to ruin its image as a mystical beast. However, the Qu family truly has abundant resources; even to entertain a turtle, they use first-grade spirit fruits.

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