Chapter 77

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Following the master's last wishes is a must, so I must act according to her final command. However, the master has already passed away and can no longer be his master. I can only make up for it with other things, such as elixirs, mystical techniques, cultivation methods... anything within my power can be given to him.

This will also fulfill the master's last wish.

But the character and conduct of this person are unknown. If I help him and he turns out to be a villain after leaving the valley, doing things that violate righteousness, I can neither kill him nor keep him, leaving me in a difficult situation with no solution. This must not happen.

Therefore, I observed Chen Mo quietly along the way. I found that he exuded a sense of pride and a firm, steady demeanor. I admire this. With his current Fourth Stage Spirit Master cultivation, if he continues to hone himself, he will surely achieve something.

In an instant, Chen Mo, carrying the mystical turtle Xiao Ba, leaped from the ground, moving like a rabbit out of its burrow.

"Thunder Flash" streaked across the mountain wall like a meteor. Chen Mo transformed into a gust of wind, landing dozens of feet high, then turned into a light and graceful willow fluff, sticking to the mountain wall as if weightless, his ten fingers gripping the crevices, climbing upward at a steady pace.

Xiao Ba's eyes welled up with tears. After walking the suspension bridge, now he had to climb like a gecko. It was too tragic. "I want to sit in a basket, I want a rope," but his shell touched the swaying rope several times, and Xiao Ba didn't get off Chen Mo's back. Actually, his master's back was also very reassuring.

"Look, someone is climbing the mountain wall below the Hanging Pavilion." Someone in the valley looked up unintentionally and shouted in shock.

This drew many people in Changchun Valley to stop and watch from a distance, their expressions varied, pointing and discussing.

The Hanging Pavilion is a unique place for the former valley master Lu Huazhen to cultivate and refine elixirs, containing the pure fire spirit energy of Fire Dragon Peak, capable of refining high-quality elixirs. It is now inherited and managed solely by Mu Lingwei.

No one has ever been to this place of outstanding natural beauty and spiritual cultivation. It is said that there is a mysterious and magical secret realm inside, with abundant spirit energy, auspicious birds, and spirit beasts. However, these are just hearsay, and since no one has seen it, it can only be considered a rumor.

Jiang Chen and his group naturally saw it too. After being surprised, they burst into laughter. "Is this kid a fool? There's a shortcut, but he goes to climb that steep mountain wall. Isn't he asking for death?"

Huo Yingfan's face was clouded with anger, his clenched fists creaking.

His senior disciple Fang Yingzhuo returned in a sorry state, with one shoulder shattered. He couldn't refine elixirs for at least half a year. He recounted the events on the suspension bridge in detail.

"Does Chen Mo think that by climbing up to Mu Lingwei, we can't touch you? Stepping on the toes of the Xuanhuang Sect will have consequences," Huo Yingfan sneered.

Ye Lianxiang, with her almond eyes slightly raised, also stopped to watch, sneering, "This kid is asking for death. If he falls, so be it." Even with her Eighth Stage Spirit Master cultivation, she wouldn't dare to climb the steep wall of the Hanging Pavilion.

Gu Ruide, a spirited old man with white beard, a Fourth Rank Alchemist with Third Stage Innate cultivation, one of the few oldest elders in Changchun Valley, hurried over upon hearing that Mu Lingwei had returned.

But when he looked up, he saw the young man on the cliff wall, nimbly climbing. Seeing Mu Lingwei standing tall in the wind, he sighed inwardly. This is the young girl he had watched grow up, who had diligently cultivated, with her innate intelligence and constant effort, becoming a Fifth Rank Alchemist of Changchun Valley.

Her cultivation is more than enough to be the valley master, but her character is too indifferent, and she doesn't want to be the valley master. But, sigh!

Looking at that kid, he is at most a Middle Stage Spirit Master. How dare he climb the Hanging Mountain Wall so boldly?

His strength won't support him to reach that terrifying height. Mu Lingwei's expression was calm and composed, seemingly having tacitly approved the young man's risky behavior. It's unclear what the situation is, so let's wait and see.

Chen Mo's fingers turned into hard hooks, tightly gripping the small crevices hidden behind the grass, using the small crevices for leverage, his toes touching the crevices. His muscles were taut, pausing for a moment. He gathered the Bright Mystic Qi to the point of eruption. Then another "Thunder Flash," and a figure shot up like an arrow, rising dozens of feet.

"Wow, didn't expect this kid to have some skills," Jiang Chen's sinister gaze carried a hint of surprise, but this level of strength, using this method of leverage, most people in the valley can do, and some can even jump higher. It's not a big deal.

Huo Yingfan took the opportunity to whisper a few words in Jiang Chen's ear.

Jiang Chen's face turned increasingly green, and he sneered, casting a suspicious glance at Chen Mo.

By now, Chen Mo had climbed halfway up. Suddenly, his foot, which was about to step into a small crevice, missed. The other foot hadn't landed yet. His whole body was hanging in the air with both feet dangling. Then his fingers on one hand slipped, not gripping the crevice, and only the hand gripping the crevice was still slipping, hanging on the mountain wall with one arm, swaying like leaves in the autumn wind, in a precarious situation.

Xiao Ba, covering his eyes with his claws, couldn't bear to watch. "Why don't you just make do? We can grab the rope and go up. What's the point of caring about losing face?"

Jiang Chen, seeing this, lost all his doubts. Is this the strength that can defeat the Sixth Stage Spirit Master Fang Yingzhuo? It must be Mu Lingwei's help. Don't bother watching this guy's self-destructive efforts.

"You can do as you please," he said to Huo Yingfan, then turned and left.

Gu Ruide shook his head. Young and reckless, not knowing one's limits.

The rope swayed in front of Chen Mo. If he just reached out, he could easily climb up to the Hanging Pavilion. No! I can't give up on my beliefs. His fingers clung to the small crevices above, the tips of his fingers already worn and bleeding.

Chen Mo focused his mind and used the Willow Fluff technique. His body moved swiftly and lightly, like willow fluff floating in the air, landing on a part of the mountain wall where he could step. Once his toes were firmly planted, he breathed a sigh of relief and used another "Thunder Flash."

"Whoosh," he shot up another dozen feet. Though his movements weren't as smooth as before, he continued to climb higher, layer by layer.

Mu Lingwei, with her soft heart, felt a pang of sympathy. So she deliberately moved the rope closer to Chen Mo, but he didn't appreciate it. His strong will and stubbornness were rare, and she couldn't help but look at him more favorably. Let's see how high you can climb.

Sweat dripped from Chen Mo's forehead. Though his fingers were bloodied and torn, he could smell the fragrant orchids. The support for the Hanging Pavilion was not far away. He secretly encouraged himself. Once he crossed this orchid-covered wall, he would be there. He hooked his fingers into the crevice below the orchids, preparing to leap, and in an instant, he pulled out the orchids.

The purple orchids seemed to lose their support and withered instantly.

"Chen Mo, you are not allowed to damage the orchids. Do you know that every plant and tree is a living being?" Mu Lingwei, heartbroken by the orchids on the cliff, shouted at Chen Mo, then pointed at the withered purple orchids from a distance.

"Ten Thousand Spirit Finger"

"Whoosh," a pale green Mystic Qi landed on the orchids, a light mist enveloping the withered orchids. The orchids, as if drinking nectar, reinvigorated in the mist, and the purple flowers bloomed even more brilliantly, their fragrance permeating the air.

The miraculous effect caught Chen Mo's eye, and he opened his mouth in amazement. Mu Lingwei once again displayed her formidable strength. This life-infusing healing Mystic Technique was truly amazing and awe-inspiring. He never thought that besides the miraculous green liquid in his mind sea, there was such a vast healing Mystic Technique.

Now, he couldn't help but smile bitterly. How to climb the last bit of distance when the Bright Mystic Qi in his dantian was almost depleted.

Let it be the greatest test from heaven. If there are no crevices to climb, I will create them.

Chen Mo gritted his teeth and punched the mountain wall with "Vajra Path." "Bang," stone fragments flew, and a deep fist mark was left on the mountain wall. Using his fist, he created a path to climb higher.

Using his hands and feet, he climbed with his last breath, rising straight up, and finally reached the support of the Hanging Pavilion. With a final push, he flipped over the railing.

Xiao Ba, like a lord descending from a carriage, flipped off Chen Mo's back, showing Mu Lingwei a three-toothed smile, "I'm overjoyed, let me shine."

Chen Mo wiped the sweat from his forehead, breathing heavily, and smiled faintly, not boastful or agitated, looking at Mu Lingwei sincerely.

Mu Lingwei, who was ready to help, was deeply shaken. This kid, is he really not afraid of death? How dare he act so recklessly? Is it courage or foolishness?

In any case, she had never seen anyone below the Innate stage with the courage and strength to climb alone, let alone carrying a cumbersome little turtle.

Suddenly, the Fire Dragon Peak above erupted, a pillar of fire shooting into the sky, and scorching lava spewed from the mountain mouth. But after three breaths, it seemed to encounter a powerful barrier and could no longer flow down, leaving Changchun Valley unaffected.

Finally, hard work pays off. Chen Mo and Mu Lingwei stood side by side on the railing, looking down at the small mountains, the beauty of Changchun Valley spread before their eyes.

The red light and the blazing sun bathed the two in a brilliant golden-red glow.

Those below the Hanging Pavilion, seeing this scene, had various expressions. But they all agreed that he was a pure fool.

Gu Ruide nodded. "Easier said than done. This kid has a strong mind and willpower."

At this moment, Chen Mo's mind was clear. Mu Lingwei and Ming Youlian were definitely not the same person. Though they looked similar, their characters and auras were completely different. Mu Lingwei was kind and benevolent, even unwilling to let a plant wither. How could she be the ruthless, bloodthirsty Poison Guanyin Ming Youlian?

Mu Lingwei, without many words, nodded slightly, a sign of some recognition. She gracefully leaped off the railing and walked into the Hanging Pavilion.

Chen Mo, still catching his breath, grabbed the turtle and hurriedly followed.

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