Chapter 63

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"Chen Mo, these spoils of war belong to you."

A few days later, Chen Mo, who had been reuniting with his family, was jointly summoned by the clan leader, Chen Zhengfeng, and the Grand Elder.

The Grand Elder's injuries had not yet healed, especially his missing arm, which could never be restored. However, his face was radiant, and he looked at Chen Mo with a kind and appreciative gaze, handing him a ring.

Chen Mo took the ring and examined it carefully. The ring, though simple in design, was ancient and heavy, adorned with some mysterious and intricate patterns, and felt slightly cool to the touch.

"Is this... a storage ring?" Chen Mo's breathing stopped, his eyes filled with surprise and disbelief: "Grand Elder, is this... for me?" He was also puzzled, as storage rings were usually reserved for the clan leader.

As he spoke, his gaze fell on Chen Zhengfeng's hand, where a ring was neatly worn on his finger.

"Boy, what are you daydreaming about?" Chen Zhengfeng laughed heartily and playfully tapped him on the head: "This storage ring is from the traitor Chen Deshui. He was killed by you, so according to the rules, the spoils of war naturally belong to you. Now, stop grinning like an idiot and try it on."

Chen Mo was overjoyed, never expecting that killing Chen Deshui would bring such a benefit. It was said that a storage ring could cost at least one to two million gold. He had never even touched one in his life.

He hurriedly put it on his hand, examining it from all angles, feeling as if he had suddenly become rich and handsome.

After Chen Zhengfeng's guidance, Chen Mo finally learned how to open the storage ring. In a hazy state, his consciousness "seemed" to see an independent space sealed within the ring.

The space was not large, only three feet in length, width, and height.

Even so, it was an extremely rare treasure. Moreover, the ring was not empty; it contained some bottles and jars, as well as several secret manuals.

Using the method he had just learned, he took out a jade bottle and opened it, and a fragrant aroma wafted out. It was a valuable third-grade pill, and there were several more of similar quality.

The secret manuals contained high-level cultivation techniques for mortals, one of which was a lower-grade spirit technique, the "Cold Soul Spirit Technique." He flipped through it briefly and found it to be extremely profound and powerful.

Once cultivated, it would not be inferior to the Canglang Technique of the Chen family.

Seeing Chen Mo so satisfied, Chen Zhengfeng and the Grand Elder both nodded in approval. After all, if not for Chen Mo, the family would have been destroyed long ago. Moreover, Chen Mo showed great potential, with an unlimited future.

Even if he were to spread his wings and fly high in the future, he would still be a member of the Chen family, a pillar of support.

"Chen Mo, these are just part of your spoils of war," Chen Zhengfeng said solemnly, taking out a ledger: "After a discussion by the family's high-ranking members, it was decided that all of Chen Deshui's assets would be transferred to your name. Of course, the family contributions you owe will still be deducted from this."

Chen Mo was stunned, never expecting the family to make such a grand gesture.

After all, as the third elder, Chen Deshui controlled the Chen family's external financial affairs and had accumulated a vast fortune over the years, thanks to his affiliation with a mysterious organization.

To be honest, his residence was far better than that of the clan leader, Chen Zhengfeng, which many people envied.

The most valuable assets were likely the dozens of acres of spirit fields, which could provide a significant amount of resources for the family each year.

This was not the most important thing. What was crucial was that a large portion of these spirit fields originally belonged to his eldest brother. Now, they were all returned with interest.

Chen Mo sat there, lost in thought for a long time.

All the humiliation and suffering of the past years seemed to vanish in an instant.

"Clan leader, I would like to request that all of Chen Deshui's assets be transferred to my eldest brother, Chen Hao," Chen Mo said solemnly.

As he spoke, his eyes were clear and lively, showing no trace of greed. His eldest brother had sacrificed a lot for him. In the future, he must give him a good life.

Now, with the Great Brightness Divine Technique, his future would definitely not be limited to the Chen family. Moreover, the recommendation letter left by the old man turned out to be a key to entering the Changchun Valley.

After all, the Changchun Valley was a lofty holy place, coveted even by the three major sects and the royal family.

"Good boy, you have both sentiment and righteousness. We did not misjudge you," Chen Zhengfeng's tiger-like brows rose, and he nodded with satisfaction, appreciating Chen Mo even more.

For a descendant, potential and ability are important, but character is the most essential.

"Chen Mo, since you have made such a great contribution to the family, the family cannot treat you unfairly," the Grand Elder said, waving his hand: "Fifty thousand contribution points, you can choose anything the family has."

Fifty thousand contribution points? Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat; this was equivalent to at least 150,000 gold.

"Mo, don't think it's too little," Chen Zhengfeng said slightly apologetically: "Our Chen family is a small clan, and resources have always been scarce. Moreover, many elite disciples died in this battle and need to be compensated..."

"Clan leader, Grand Elder," Chen Mo hurriedly stood up: "It's enough. Any more would make me feel uncomfortable. Our Chen family lacks resources, and there are many places where money is needed."

Seeing Chen Mo's understanding, Chen Zhengfeng and the Grand Elder exchanged glances, as if making a decision.

The Grand Elder solemnly took out a white, crystal-clear jade pendant.

Chen Mo glanced at it, his eyes suddenly jumping, but he remained calm and asked:

"Grand Elder, what is this?"

"This jade pendant was passed down by the old ancestor. It is said to be a remarkable item, related to our clan's Thunderbolt Three Styles. However, no one has been able to understand it for many years," the Grand Elder said with deep emotion: "This time, Qu Muqing was after this item."

Chen Mo took the jade pendant, which felt warm and smooth to the touch, with an exceptionally clear and clean interior. The edges were clearly irregular and had intricate, fine patterns. Suddenly, a sense of the Great Desolate Thunderbolt Path seemed to permeate his body.

"This..." Chen Mo was stunned; this jade pendant was the same as the one he had obtained in the unnamed cave, both containing the essence of the Great Desolate Thunderbolt Path.

"Chen Mo, you will face Qu Muqing in a year. The family is poor and cannot provide you with good items. This jade pendant is entrusted to you. With your luck and character, you might be able to understand something," the Grand Elder said solemnly: "But you must keep it safe; it is a legacy of our Chen family's ancestors."

Chen Mo, in a daze, nodded repeatedly.

After a brief conversation, he took his leave.

Back home, Chen Mo took out another jade pendant, which was in the shape of a lotus petal, and compared it with the one from the family. To his surprise, the two pieces could fit together perfectly!

"Click." A small, soft sound was heard as the two jade pieces approached each other, and a sudden suction force came from the broken edges. Chen Mo immediately felt something wrong with his body, and the suction force instantly drained most of his mystic energy, causing him to throw the jade pieces away in shock.

After a while, he calmed down and approached the jade pieces again, only to find that the two pieces had merged into one, with no visible seam at the joint!

What was happening? Chen Mo found that the jade pendant was now even more smooth and lustrous. When his fingers touched the jade pendant, a sense of ancient and primitive power surged into his body through his hand.

In an instant, he stood there, as if soulless, and it took a while for him to regain his senses.

An unprecedented aura began to emanate from his body, ancient and primitive, with the sensation of thunder roaring inside him, yet he remained as immovable as a mountain.

He suddenly opened his eyes and threw a punch, leaving an afterimage in the air. A "boom" sounded, like a small explosion, and a gust of wind rose in the air.

"The Great Desolate Thunderbolt Path," he slowly said, his voice tinged with a hint of thunder. From that moment on, this aura gradually spread from his body, as if he were the source.

Now that the two jade pendants had merged, he had lost most of his mystic energy but gained a thread of the Great Desolate Thunderbolt Path's fist intent. Compared to what he had understood in the cave, this was just a fraction.

As the saying goes, greed leads to indigestion. Just this fist intent was enough for him to slowly digest and ponder.

To prepare for the life-or-death battle in a year, Chen Mo had many things to do.

He hurriedly exchanged all fifty thousand contribution points for spirit medicines or spirit pills.

With abundant resources, the first priority was to enhance the young sprout of the Brightness Divine Tree, which had been overused for too long.

However, the gluttonous sprout was truly terrifying, consuming forty percent of all the spirit medicines to fully extend its third leaf. This made Chen Mo feel a great deal of pain, but at least the young sprout now had a small tree shape and was much stronger.

This increased his confidence in treating his eldest brother.

He eagerly pulled Chen Hao into the room and treated him again with the help of some pills.

It took a whole day, and Chen Mo, who had expended a great deal of energy, barely managed to heal his brother's qi sea.

When his brother, after nearly three years, first sensed the qi in his qi sea, he roared with excitement, tears streaming down his face. Chen Mo had never seen him cry before.

In the following days, Chen Mo rarely practiced, but instead spent time with his family.

Chen Mo's sudden quietness made the family sense something, but no one wanted to point it out, to avoid disrupting this rare and brief peace.

On the third night, his mother, Hu Lingping, gently pushed open Chen Mo's door and looked at him sleeping soundly, feeling slightly relieved. She then quietly closed the door and walked to her room.

Feeling that his mother's footsteps had moved far away, Chen Mo, who was pretending to sleep, slowly opened his eyes and sat up.

He quickly packed a few clothes, looked at the room where he had lived for over a decade, closed his eyes, and deeply imprinted it in his mind. With a creak, he pushed open the door, left without disturbing anyone, and quietly departed.

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