Chapter 70

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Chen Mo assumed a posture, sitting cross-legged with one leg in front and the other behind. He activated his qi sea, and a thread of Bright Mystic Qi, like a snake, wound its way through his meridians. In the vast sea of consciousness, a tender branch that had already taken on the form of a young Bright Divine Tree emitted a gentle light. Through the green leaf patterns, it gathered into a drop of emerald green liquid, which lightly touched the tip of the branch and, with a "drip," fell into the sea of consciousness.

Chen Mo placed his palms tightly against the back of Mingu Lian. The green liquid, passing through the Bright Mystic Qi, entered her body through his palms. Her damaged meridians began to slowly repair themselves. At this moment, Chen Mo clearly felt the severity of her injuries. The fire poison had invaded her qi sea, and once she exerted strength, it would immediately follow, spreading throughout her body. The fire poison was fierce and rapid; if it continued, she would either be crippled or die.

This made Chen Mo sigh. This woman was truly stubborn, her body damaged to such an extent, yet she had still fought with him for so long.

However, with the qi sea in front, the qi input from behind was all absorbed by the damaged meridians before it could reach the qi sea. The green liquid, though potent, had its limits. The meridians could be temporarily left untreated, but the qi sea could not; if it were to break, she would be crippled.

Chen Mo lightly turned, his body spinning several times, sweeping up the withered leaves on the ground. In an instant, he was in front of Mingu Lian, sitting cross-legged before her. He couldn't help but glance at the barely clothed Mingu Lian; the glimpse of her pale skin made him feel a surge of heat. He quickly closed his eyes, extended his sleeve, and with a "rip," tore off a strip of cloth from his sleeve, quickly covering his eyes, thus stabilizing his emotions.

His palms drew a circle and gently pressed against her smooth, jade-like abdomen, feeling the warmth and smoothness.

"Ah!"

Mingu Lian, with her lower abdomen pressed by his palms, let out a soft moan and almost fell into Chen Mo's arms. The two of them were in a very intimate and soul-stirring position.

Though the position was awkward and provocative, it was very effective. Her qi sea rapidly absorbed the powerful life force from the green liquid.

The green force, driven by the Bright Mystic Qi, invaded her qi sea. The fire poison, though still rampant, struggled to resist. However, in a short while, its ferocity gradually subsided.

As the fire poison dissipated, Mingu Lian gradually regained her breath. A gentle breeze blew, lifting the few remaining pieces of her black shirt, bringing a chill. Her eyes slowly opened, and the coldness in them was replaced by a hint of allure.

Chen Mo's hands firmly pressed against her abdomen, and the alluring Mystic Qi continuously penetrated her, like a light feather, making her feel a tingling sensation. Her body, weak and powerless, almost couldn't resist the comfort.

She half-opened her alluring eyes and saw the man, also barely clothed, with a strong chest and prominent muscles, where pure Mystic Qi surged. His eyes were covered by a strip of cloth. Clearly, he was healing her, and though she understood his good intentions, his large hands made her face flush, almost matching the intensity of the fire poison.

At such close range, her face almost touched his chest. His breath, faintly entering her heart, made her mind a mess.

After a full half-hour, Chen Mo, exhausted, sweat evaporated, forming a mist. The last trace of green liquid in his palms gathered and, with a sudden push, entered her abdomen. The Bright Mystic Qi forcefully seeped in, and with a "puff," a large flame emerged from Mingu Lian's back, expelling the fire poison, causing her to spit out a mouthful of blood. She felt much lighter but still needed several days to fully recover.

Her watery eyes focused only on the man before her. Seeing the sweat on his forehead, she felt a complex mix of emotions. As she removed her hands from her body and drew a circle around her, stabilizing her breath, she was about to remove the mask.

Her face still flushed, Mingu Lian felt a sudden panic and quickly closed her eyes. Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and her brows, now relaxed, no longer showed pain. Her originally pale skin had become smooth and white, and the dryness on her lips had disappeared, returning to their natural pink color. Her cheeks were tinged with a light red, her neck was long and graceful, and she had a stunningly seductive figure.

"Boom~"

A loud noise echoed from the cave.

"Those persistent bastards again."

Without much thought, it was clear that the followers of Qu Muqing were trying to break through the cave entrance. They had been chasing and blocking them, and with the surrounding cliffs, there was no way out. They were about to break in.

Though the cave entrance was sealed by a large rock, it could not stop them indefinitely.

Chen Mo clenched his hands, his bones cracking. "Qu Muqing, why do you always pursue me relentlessly?"

"Hmph, while they can't get in for now, I must fully utilize the effects of the thousand-year spirit marrow."

At this moment, the medicinal properties of the thousand-year spirit marrow had completely integrated into his flesh and blood. If he didn't refine it, the effects would be much less.

Chen Mo stood up, and the withered branches and leaves under his feet flew up. He hovered in the air for a moment, spun his body several times, and the surrounding sand and stones trembled. He landed steadily on a rock.

He sat cross-legged, with his ten fingers clasped in front of his abdomen. His qi sea immediately swelled, and the Bright Mystic Qi rapidly circulated, like the center of a storm.

In an instant, the Bright Mystic Qi, as if encountering a powerful magnetic force, quickly dispersed into his meridians, transforming into a stream of qi that mingled with his blood, seeping into his muscles and meridians.

Only through extraordinary effort could one fully realize one's potential in this world of the strong preying on the weak. Only by continuously growing stronger could one gradually change one's fate. If he had the strength of a先天灵师 (先天灵师 means "innate spirit master," but it's a term specific to the context, so I'll leave it as is), those few lackeys wouldn't dare to be so arrogant.

The medicinal properties of the spirit marrow must not be wasted. If he could advance to the fourth stage of the spirit master, his strength would increase significantly.

The Great Bright Divine Technique was already ready, and the medicinal properties of the spirit marrow continuously supplied the Bright Mystic Qi, causing his meridians to swell. His body bulged, and his muscles expanded. The qi surged within his meridians, like a thousand horses galloping, with a grand momentum, and the ripples on his face were like waves.

In just a moment, the sweat droplets that had fallen actually flowed back up. A strong wind blew, and the sweat scattered like rain. His brows furrowed deeper, and the Mystic Qi boiled within him, refining the medicinal properties and strengthening his body.

He dared not relax for a moment, for any slackness could not only undo his previous efforts but also damage his meridians.

A vortex of qi surrounded his body, and the gathered qi converged at the top of his head. Chen Mo swung his arms in a circle, and his palms, carrying the greenish Bright Mystic Qi, merged with the qi flow, forming a transparent, circular shield.

His body was separated from the outside world, and the qi only circulated within this space. The meridians, already cleared by the Bright Mystic Qi, became clear and transparent.

"Bang," a dull sound echoed, and the flesh on Chen Mo's face bulged. The gathered Bright Mystic Qi exploded, transforming into countless tiny particles, surging into his meridians. Each particle was crystal clear, and as they piled up, they became more congested, the leading particles being pushed by the subsequent ones, rapidly reaching the barrier. Under the pressure, it was like the sudden stop of a carriage, "bang, bang," but it was clearly difficult. The transformed Bright Mystic Qi, like moths drawn to a flame, dissipated into weak qi upon contact.

This process repeated continuously, and the qi flow on his face made it appear distorted, with large beads of sweat oozing from his pores.

About ten feet away, Little Eight's dark green shell trembled slightly, and its limbs slowly extended from the sides. Its black eyes were tightly closed. A faint dark green aura appeared around its body, gently lifting it about a foot off the ground.

The effects of the thousand-year spirit marrow and the impending crisis were slowly moving within Little Eight's body, the abundant qi urging it to undergo some kind of transformation.

Suddenly, Little Eight's front limbs shot up, forming a human-like stance. Its upper limbs twisted in a circle, and a dark green aura formed two horizontal vortices in front of it. The rotation speed gradually increased, and with a "whoosh," Little Eight exhaled a white gas, which was immediately swallowed by the vortices.

Suddenly, the vortices became more violent, the speed increasing, and they grew larger. The vortices formed a whirlwind, lifting the surrounding debris. As they approached, they collided like lightning, one large and one small, merging into a whirlwind that gradually covered Little Eight's entire body.

In the whirlwind, Little Eight's limbs retracted into its shell, and it spun, making a "whoosh, whoosh" sound, as if trying to tear itself apart.

Suddenly, a green light flashed, and the shell suddenly enlarged. Its limbs extended, and Little Eight raised its head, opening its mouth and shaking it, as if roaring. A bulge formed on its head, gradually becoming a prominent horn. Its limbs flashed with countless rays of light, which disappeared in an instant, and large, sharp claws emerged.

"Whoosh," another green light flashed, and the wind and clouds dispersed. Little Eight returned to its original form, lying like a pet near Chen Mo. After countless refinements with natural treasures, it had finally completed the first stage of its transformation.

At the same time, Chen Mo's advancement was also at a critical point.

The transparent shield surrounding his body trembled as if about to burst. Suddenly, his ten fingers, which had been clasped in front of his abdomen, turned into fists, the veins on his hands clearly visible as the transformed Bright Mystic Qi surged within him.

"Poof," a mist of qi spewed from every pore in his body, the Mystic Qi surging and gently falling. The mist was fierce, like a thousand arrows, striking the light barrier. The barrier, shimmering, struggled to withstand the impact. The Bright Mystic Qi, which was impacting his meridians, was intensified by Chen Mo's pressure, like fireworks exploding, the barrier continuously cracking.

His clenched fists, with the surging Bright Mystic Qi, burned like green flames. His face suddenly tensed, and he opened his fists, touching the shield as if lifting a thousand-pound weight, adding more force.

"Bang," the shield burst, and another layer of mist spewed out. Without the restraint, the "thousand arrows" detached from the bow, striking the rocks and debris with a loud noise.

Almost simultaneously, the Bright Mystic Qi, as if bound with explosives, exploded with the qi, creating a loud,闷 (muffled) sound. The barrier, like shattered glass, scattered in all directions.

"Fourth stage of the spirit master, finally broken through."

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