Chapter 57

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Yan Zhiwu, with his leg bones shattered, no longer had the ability to roll on the ground.

"Please, spare my life." Yan Zhiwu was utterly terrified, his pale face emitting a faint, weak plea: "I was wrong, I really was wrong. Please, give me one more chance. I can atone, atone..."

"Atonement?" Chen Mo sneered, then punched him in the dantian.

"Bang~" A sound like an explosion, his spiritual energy burst out of his body like a broken balloon.

Chen Mo kicked him again, not using any techniques or skills, just purely venting his anger.

"Chen, Chen Mo, although I injured your elder brother, I was just a hired hand. The mastermind is your Third Elder. I just took the benefits, I can give you anything, anything, just please..."

With both legs crippled and his dantian destroyed, Chen Mo was about to stop, but hearing this, a fierce look appeared in his eyes, and he punched him hard in the head.

"Ah!" With a final involuntary scream, Yan Zhiwu's face twisted in pain as his short and sinful life came to an end.

Revenge!

There was an indescribable joy in his heart, but no tears could flow.

Avenging his elder brother was just the beginning.

"Old fox Chen Deshui, you wait for me." Chen Mo staggered up from Yan Zhiwu's corpse, clenched his fists, and gritted his teeth.

Just as Chen Mo was about to leave, Little Eight bit his trouser leg and then looked at Yan Zhiwu's corpse with his turtle eyes.

Almost forgetting to collect the spoils, Chen Mo patted his head and hurriedly searched the body.

"What? A spiritual-grade technique, Golden Bell Cover?"

Chen Mo calmed his excitement, gathered some miscellaneous pills, and stuffed them into Little Eight's mouth as a share of the spoils.

Then, he found a secluded place to heal himself. The battle with Yan Zhiwu had left him severely injured, especially after using the powerful and fierce Vajra Demon Subduing technique, which had severely damaged his flesh and meridians.

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Several days later, Chen Mo, recovering at an impossible speed, appeared near the Chen family estate.

Returning home, Chen Mo felt a mix of emotions.

It had been nearly three months since he left, and he didn't know how his family was doing.

As he passed through a small forest, a sudden gust of wind came from above. Chen Mo reacted quickly, leaping back like a willow leaf.

Landing several yards away, his aura burst forth like a thunderclap, and he shot forward, delivering a powerful kick to the black shadow.

"Hmph."

The black shadow let out a fierce cry, and a series of palm strikes enveloped Chen Mo.

Boom~

A loud explosion, the shockwave spreading in all directions, causing countless withered branches and leaves to fly.

Unable to withstand the violent impact, Chen Mo was thrown back several yards, his feet hitting a tree, his blood boiling. He exclaimed, "Shattered Shore Palm! Seven Ultimate Waves? Second Elder, it's me, Chen Mo!"

The Seven Ultimate Waves is a lower-grade spiritual technique, which can only be practiced by those who have cultivated the Canglang Art.

And the Canglang Art is one of the three major spiritual techniques of the family. The only person in the family who could cultivate it to such power was Second Elder Chen Guangbiao. And from his aura and figure, it was clearly Chen Guangbiao.

Chen Guangbiao, surprised by Chen Mo's rapid increase in strength, launched another even more powerful move, like a surging wave.

"Backward Wave." In an instant, it reached Chen Mo.

Chen Mo's body swayed like a small boat in the sea, still floating, but the towering waves seemed ready to crush him at any moment.

"Powerful, worthy of a Sixth-Rank Spirit Master."

Chen Guangbiao's eyes were sharp, showing no mercy. He blocked with both hands, channeling all his spiritual energy.

Chen Mo suddenly exerted force, the ground cracking and trembling, his body rising into the air. Fusing the Great Desolate Thunder Path and the Great Brightness Divine Technique, he delivered a powerful punch.

"Thunder Cannon"

Like a cannon, it seemed capable of leveling everything.

Boom, boom, boom~

A series of explosions, shaking the surrounding trees, leaves scattered and branches broke.

The old and the young were both thrown back several yards.

Each landed on a tree top, facing each other.

Chen Guangbiao's eyes lit up, instinctively feeling a hint of fear. The power was not just a matter of intuition; he felt genuine terror, followed by surprise and admiration.

The dense grass, a few towering trees, the two opponents, the wind finally subsided.

"Second Elder, you are a family elder, bullying a junior like this, can you give me a reason?" Chen Mo's eyes were clear, watching Chen Guangbiao's every move, not daring to relax.

Chen Guangbiao was silent, his eyes complex, with reluctance, pain, and regret. Such a person was the hope of the family, and even if he died, he would not kill such talent, if not for Chen Deshui...

"Since you won't speak." Chen Mo said angrily, grabbing and forming a fist. "Then I'll ask myself!" He stomped his foot, leaped forward, and punched straight at Chen Guangbiao's face.

"Vajra Path."

Chen Guangbiao did not underestimate this low-rank technique; the Vajra Fist seemed to have an indescribable, heart-stopping aura.

He struck with both hands, a series of palm strikes enveloping Chen Mo, the "Shattered Shore Palm" of the Seven Ultimate Waves, named for its relentless, wave-crashing power.

"Vajra Might." Chen Mo's body swayed, charging forward.

"Wave Without Wind." Chen Guangbiao's hand embraced, his spiritual energy rippling, the air around him thickening. Chen Mo's body seemed to sway, as if caught in a vortex, his steps unsteady, his stance faltering.

Clap, clap, clap~

The two exchanged blows, over a dozen moves in a short time.

With a four-rank difference, and Chen Guangbiao's decades of experience in techniques, Chen Mo's advantages were hard to play, leaving him struggling to defend.

But Chen Mo's greatest advantage was the explosive power of his Bright Spiritual Energy, the Great Desolate Thunder Path, and the young Brightness Divine Tree.

Chen Guangbiao's eyes showed hesitation, his movements slowing.

Chen Mo seized the opportunity, his body surging with spiritual energy, his muscles bulging, a Vajra Demon rising from the ground!

"Vajra Demon Subduing!"

Chen Guangbiao felt a massive Vajra, several yards tall, crashing down on him, an unstoppable force.

"Canglang Flowing Wave..."

He crossed his hands, stomped his feet, and his spiritual energy burst outward, forming a light blue shield.

The shield met the Vajra Demon, a deep, resonant sound echoing, both feeling a mental shock, their spirits wavering.

Boom~ Chen Guangbiao spat out a mouthful of black blood, flying backward.

Seeing the pool of blood on the ground, fresh but with a black aura, Chen Mo recalled a similar situation when treating Qu Tianyao.

"Hmm? Something's not right." Chen Mo called out, Second Elder was much stronger than him. How could he be defeated so easily?

"Second Elder, I want an explanation." Chen Mo leaped to his side, speaking sternly.

"No need for an explanation, just go." Chen Guangbiao's face darkened, speaking with difficulty and coldness: "Take your family and leave the Chen family, the farther the better."

Though cold, Chen Mo sensed a hint of concern.

Thinking for a moment, he grabbed Chen Guangbiao's hand, his heart tightening. Indeed, it was similar to the toxin in Qu Tianyao's body, just much milder.

Could this be a conspiracy?

Without a word, he pretended to take out a pill, put it in Chen Guangbiao's mouth, and secretly used his Bright Spiritual Energy to extract a small green liquid from the young branch, treating Chen Guangbiao.

Repeating the process he used on Qu Tianyao, after a moment, Chen Guangbiao spat out a mouthful of blood, a wisp of black gas mixed in, dispersing in the air.

Chen Guangbiao's eyes showed surprise, and he said excitedly: "Chen Mo, do you have more of this pill?" His eyes filled with hope.

"Yes." Chen Mo nodded, understanding that someone was indeed plotting.

"That's great, the Chen family has a chance." Chen Guangbiao grabbed Chen Mo's hand, excited.

"Second Elder, don't get too excited, let's talk slowly..."

A moment later, Chen Mo's eyes showed fury. Chen Deshui, it was indeed Chen Deshui's plot.

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That night, at the Chen family estate, Third Elder Chen Deshui's residence.

In the study, a brocade screen, a row of ancient shelves, filled with rare items, some even rarer than the family head's.

Even the ordinary desk was carved from a thousand-year-old purple sandalwood, exquisitely decorated, extravagantly luxurious.

Two people stood by the desk, one was Chen Deshui, the other was Second Elder Chen Guangbiao.

Logically, as Third Elder, Chen Deshui, a Sixth-Rank Spirit Master, should be inferior to Second Elder Chen Guangbiao in cultivation and status.

But now, he sat in a high-backed chair made of premium rosewood, wearing a brocade robe.

Looking at the other end, where Second Elder's clothes were tattered, bloodstains on the edges, his aura chaotic, clearly injured. Chen Deshui's eyes showed disdain.

"Just dealing with a small fry like Chen Mo, how could you end up so disheveled?" Chen Deshui sipped his tea leisurely.

"The antidote this time." Chen Guangbiao's face was grim, speaking heavily: "Chen Mo somehow obtained a great fortune and is now a Second-Rank Spirit Master. After a fierce battle, I pushed him off a cliff."

"Don't worry, as long as you serve me well, I guarantee you wealth and power, second only to me." Chen Deshui tossed an antidote, speaking with a regal air: "Once the Chen family is in my hands, we will surpass our ancestors' glory."

Chen Guangbiao took the antidote, his dark face improving, his expression easing: "I hope you keep your word."

"We can't wait any longer, we need to act soon." Chen Deshui's eyes turned sinister, whispering to Chen Guangbia, detailing the plan.

"What about the Supreme Elder..." Chen Guangbiao hesitated: "If he advances..."

"Don't worry about that." Chen Deshui interrupted, speaking confidently: "Everything is under control. Go and do your part. Once this is over, I'll remove all your toxins."

Chen Guangbiao's eyes flashed with anger but quickly subsided, saying obediently: "If so, I'll go and do it."

After he left, Chen Deshui changed his demeanor, bowing respectfully to the screen, addressing "Master Qu."

A young man in his twenties, dressed in green, stepped out from behind the screen. He was tall and handsome, with a noble aura.

If Chen Mo were here, he would recognize this as Qu Muming, the one who came to break the engagement with Nangong Bingyan.

"You did well. Rest assured, the entire Chen family will be yours, and I just want the item." Qu Muming said calmly.

"Thank you, Master Qu." Chen Deshui's eyes showed a hint of madness.

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