Chapter 56

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However, if it weren't for his own thin skin, he might also go and逗逗曲天瑶, and ask for a few first-class spirit medicines.

Little Eight proudly finished a spirit fruit and gave his owner a glare, as if to say, "Look, it's still the pretty girl who is generous, right? With you as my owner, I can only eat wild fruits and miscellaneous fish."

Then, Little Eight happily burrowed into Qu Tianyao's arms, using his round and large head to rub against her, in a shameless and adorable manner.

This made Chen Mo blush, feeling somewhat embarrassed.

Fortunately, Qu Tianyao was simple-hearted, and she let out a silver bell-like giggle, loving the little creature even more. She took out another water-type spirit fruit from her storage ring and fed it to Little Eight affectionately.

Truly a rich young lady, Chen Mo secretly glanced at her storage ring, feeling a bit envious. This was a storage ring, a treasure he could only dream of.

The entire Chen family had only one, kept by the clan leader Chen Zhengfeng, almost becoming a symbol of the clan leader.

Speaking of the treatment, it had been over half a month. The two had almost been together day and night, and besides the normal treatment, they would occasionally chat. Sometimes, they would play with Little Eight, and although they weren't particularly close, Chen Mo could vaguely sense the emotions in Qu Tianyao's eyes.

Fortunately, Qu Xinghe was very generous and had paid the full fee in advance.

This allowed Chen Mo to have enough money to buy medicinal pills. With ample resources, his cultivation had recently broken through several times, advancing to the Second Stage of Spirit Master.

While they were talking, a servant came to report that the Medicine King wanted to see him.

Chen Mo followed the servant with a puzzled look and was soon received by the Medicine King.

The attendant was meticulous, and the clear tea was already prepared. Lifting the porcelain lid, a fragrant aroma wafted over. Chen Mo took a small sip, and a warm current flowed through his throat and into his abdomen, the heat then seeping into his meridians, spreading throughout his body with the flowing blood. It seemed to regulate his breath, and he closed his eyes to sense it, a cold current breaking through his throat, and white mist exhaling from his mouth.

"This tea is called Fragrant Overflow Tea. Although it is ordinary, it has an extraordinary aspect. It is stir-fried on a medicinal pill furnace, absorbing the essence of various pills, thus having the effect of repairing meridians and healing injuries, as well as invigorating the spirit," the old medicine master explained.

Chen Mo praised it and said seriously, "I wonder why Master Huai has called me here?"

"The city lord wants to take you as his son-in-law. What do you think?"

Chen Mo almost spat out the tea in his mouth but swallowed it hard because of its value.

Chen Mo stood up abruptly, his eyes wide.

"Prince Xuanyuan is a talented and upright person, and he has been with Tianyao for a long time. It's quite normal for the city lord to want to take you as his son-in-law."

Chen Mo was speechless. Although Qu Tianyao was beautiful and could be considered a national beauty, he had never thought about it in that way. The sudden mention was truly unexpected.

"Master Huai, this is a major matter, I need to think about it."

After stalling, Chen Mo returned to his room alone.

After a day of contemplation, Chen Mo decided to leave at night.

He picked up Little Eight, his body moving like lightning, dashing away swiftly, landing lightly like willow fluff. In a few leaps, he was already on a rooftop, the layout of the courtyard below was clear, as he had been coming and going for over a month.

A room still had a candlelight flickering, faintly illuminating a slender figure bent over embroidery. Qu Tianyao's boudoir, which was unfamiliar to others, especially men, was something Chen Mo could navigate with his eyes closed. Now, as he was about to leave, seeing her again made him feel uneasy.

But Chen Mo knew he couldn't stop.

His figure flickered, and he drifted away.

Suppressing the emotional turmoil brought by Qu Tianyao, Chen Mo still had some matters to settle before leaving. After making arrangements, he left the city, choosing to take the forest paths.

The moon was bright, and the stars were sparse, with cold winds blowing, and the forest occasionally emitting the mournful howls of beasts.

It was a perfect night for murder.

In the depths of the forest, Chen Mo suddenly stopped, his feet turning sharply, and he shouted fiercely at the tree shadows not far ahead:

"Come out!"

How could Little Eight not know his master's intention? He found a tree root and started to sleep soundly.

"Haha, little beast, you want to sneak away," Yan Zhiwu strode over, his eyes gleaming with excitement, finally able to remove this thorn in his side.

A man fell from the tree in response, though his face was unclear, Chen Mo knew exactly who it was. When leaving the Qu family, he deliberately left a clue for the person assigned to supervise him, using a ruse to lure him out.

Since he was leaving, he couldn't leave this tail behind.

Chen Mo stood still, the cold wind lifting his eyebrows, his figure appearing cold and terrifying under the moonlight. In his ears, he seemed to hear the voice from two years ago:

"Chen Hao, how does it feel? Hahaha, a waste, both brothers are wastes."

Chen Mo's heart ached fiercely, his lips twitching slightly, a burning anger rising in his chest, his fists clenching, the sound of bones grinding faintly audible.

"Little beast, if you can tell me the secret formula to cure Qu Tianyao, perhaps I will spare your life," Yan Zhiwu said lightly, believing that the other party was already in a state of despair, and with his Fourth Stage Spirit Master strength, defeating a beginner Spirit Master was more than enough. Moreover, he never fought without a sure win.

He had secretly sworn to avenge his elder brother, and now, his enemy was right in front of him.

The moonlight was dim, and shadows were everywhere.

Yan Zhiwu's lips curled into a cold smile, his mystic energy surging, carrying a chilling killing intent, leaping into the air, and striking down with a palm. It shone with a golden light, like a comet chasing the moon, with a fierce momentum.

Chen Mo's blood boiled, his face as steady as a mountain, his determination and courage unshakable.

"Vajra Tower!"

A thunderous sound rose from the forest, his eyes blazing. Like a golden Arhat, he lifted his fierce killing move, as strong as a tyrant lifting a mountain.

"Slap!"

The two palms collided, and Chen Mo felt his arm go numb, as if his bones had broken, his feet sinking an inch into the soil.

Even though he hated Yan Zhiwu to the extreme, he had to admit that his strength was extraordinary.

Yan Zhiwu snorted, his pupils emitting a cold light, his fist breaking through the air with a faint crackling sound, striking toward Chen Mo's chest with the force of a thunderbolt.

"Golden Lightning Wave Fist!"

This move was majestic, with a dense golden aura containing a hint of lightning. A mid-grade spirit technique, he had practiced it to a considerable level.

Chen Mo's brow furrowed, but he was not afraid, gathering all his mystic energy into one point, his veins bulging, his arms swelling, his muscles straining to tear through his clothes. He launched a thunderous cannon, imbued with the essence of the Great Desolate Thunder Path.

A deafening explosion shook the entire forest, and the surrounding dead branches fell from the powerful shockwave.

"Whoosh," Chen Mo retreated seven or eight steps, breathing heavily, his face, which had been pale, now turned white, the intense vibration making his body and mind feel as if they were being electrocuted.

Yan Zhiwu didn't fare well either. The fierce collision made his arm tremble as if struck by lightning, and he retreated several steps, his face contorted in pain, his muscles expanding.

Chen Mo's ears seemed to hear the sound of his elder brother's leg bones breaking, a scene that haunted his dreams, now even more vivid. His heart ached fiercely, his heartbeat pounding, stimulating his vengeful nerves.

Biting his teeth in anger, his vision filled with his enemy, he charged forward with a deep breath.

A black shadow flashed through the moonlit forest, followed by a blood-curdling scream.

Yan Zhiwu never expected that his opponent, who was clearly two stages weaker, would have such terrifying combat power, his mystic energy seemingly containing a powerful lightning essence.

In a split second, it felt as if a massive rock had struck his chest, and he spat out a mouthful of blood, flying backward.

Chen Mo clenched his teeth, his eyes filled with boundless killing intent, and with a powerful kick, Yan Zhiwu's hands crossed to block his head, leaving his chest completely exposed to Chen Mo.

"Vajra Subdues Demons!"

Chen Mo poured all his mystic energy into his palm, blending years of pent-up humiliation into his blood. His elder brother was still struggling in pain; this palm was for his elder brother!

A dull thud, and Chen Mo's iron fist struck Yan Zhiwu's chest, sending him flying backward, his feet breaking a tree trunk as thick as a bowl, and dust and leaves swirling around.

Looking at the motionless Yan Zhiwu on the ground, Chen Mo's eyes were filled with intense killing intent.

The night wind blew, and the moonlight illuminated his face, making it fearsome and terrifying.

"Cough, cough..." Yan Zhiwu coughed up blood, his mind, which had been in a daze, finally clearing. He glared up at the young man above, his voice hoarse: "I am a member of the Yan family, you dare to..."

Chen Mo said nothing, stepping on Yan Zhiwu's knee.

A bone-cracking sound, followed by a piercing scream that echoed through the forest.

"Yan Zhiwu, does it feel good to have your leg broken? Do you still recognize me?" Chen Mo stepped on the writhing Yan Zhiwu, his expression fierce: "Have you forgotten that you deliberately set up a trap to bully me, leading to my elder brother's leg and qi sea being destroyed?"

Yan Zhiwu endured the pain, staring at Chen Mo for a long time before recognizing him. His face turned pale with fear: "You, you are that boy from back then? Chen Hao's younger brother?"

"Ha ha, so in your mind, I was just a nameless little person," Chen Mo laughed bitterly: "Yan Zhiwu, when you crippled my elder brother, did you ever think about what would happen to you now?"

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