Chapter 9

A new day, recommended by the great.

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Both sides stood in a stalemate for a moment. Hu Lingping hurriedly stepped forward with a smile and said, "I think there must be some misunderstanding. Once my son Mo comes back, I will definitely lead him to explain to your master."

"There's nothing to explain. Someone saw Chen Mo tightly hugging your young master at the entrance of Xiaodongtian, and they were both sucked into the blood vortex. My master is already heartbroken and lying in bed. You can't expect your Chen Mo to come back," Xu Hao stood in front of the crowd, looking down on everyone, and sneered.

For him, Chen Ye's death was a good thing. As the master's half-disciple, he could not only be promoted but also gain the family's abundant cultivation resources and profound cultivation techniques.

However, for this family, it was undoubtedly a bolt from the blue.

Hu Lingping's face changed abruptly. She immediately felt her limbs go numb, her whole body weak, and even her breathing became difficult. She covered her eyes and took a few steps back, leaning against the doorpost. For this woman, her husband had only passed away two years ago, and her son had broken his leg last year. She couldn't imagine what kind of accident could happen to her nephew.

"Mo..." She called out weakly, and large tears quickly wet her eyes. Although he was her nephew, she had raised him from a young age, treating him as if he were her own, even more so than her own son.

"You're lying!" Although she knew her second brother had gone to Xiaodongtian, Helian Huowu didn't believe his words. Anger began to burn in her chest, and she shouted at Xu Hao. Although she knew he was a high-level Lingtu, she was not afraid. She took a step forward, gathered mystic energy on her delicate arms, and a flame ignited in her palm, ready to strike Xu Hao. However, she was tightly held back by her elder brother, Chen Hao, who was in a wheelchair.

"We already know. Please go back," Chen Hao suppressed his inner grief and anger, maintaining a calm and cold expression. Although he was disabled, his younger brother and sister were still young, so he had to bear the responsibility for the family.

"Go back? You cripple, our young master was killed by your Chen Mo. You should quickly leave this family," Xu Hao sneered, showing utter disdain for this small family. What he cared about most was gaining the master's favor by making a good impression, which would allow him to rise rapidly.

Hearing these words, Chen Hao remained as cold as water, his face showing no ripples, only the endurance and firmness of a man. During his injury, the once talented and spirited young man, now in a wheelchair, had experienced all kinds of ridicule and hardship, making him mature and steady.

Fortunately, his second brother and younger sister had been working hard for the family, trying their best to help him stand again. For the sake of the family and their efforts, he had to stand up and revitalize this small family.

"If the family elders unanimously decide to exile us, we will comply. So please go back," Chen Hao spoke with neither humility nor arrogance, his tone steady. The mental trials he had endured over the past days had made the once talented young man exceptionally steady, and his words carried the air of a seasoned elder.

Indeed, since his father's death, he had sacrificed a lot for the family. Especially his second brother, Chen Mo, who had offended the family elders to ensure he had fair cultivation resources. Unfortunately, his legs were now crippled, and the small family faced the humiliation of these underlings.

"There's no need to trouble the elders. Leave now. Oh, I forgot you're a cripple and can't walk. We'll carry you out," seeing the man in the wheelchair still calm, Xu Hao lost his patience, waved his hand, and the outsiders rushed forward...

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At the same time, in the almost collapsing Xiaodongtian.

A gust of wind blew, lifting the black strands of Chen Mo's hair. After much struggle, his brocade clothes were torn into strips, unable to cover his thin body. The wounds on his exposed limbs appeared and disappeared under the tattered clothes. He looked up at the massive turtle head in front of him, hearing its words, feeling shocked and doubtful. It smelled the taste of the Light Seed? Could it be that the tender branch in his consciousness sea had aroused the greed of this giant turtle?

"Boy, don't be nervous," the giant turtle saw his changing expression, twisted its neck, and chuckled, "I am the divine beast Xuan Gui, and I have no ill intentions towards you. I won't take your Light Seed. In fact, I have been sleeping for many years, guarding this place, waiting for you."

Although not intentional, its voice still made Chen Mo cover his ears. He sat on a green stone, crossed his legs, and overlapped his fingers in front of his chest. Mystic energy gradually gathered in his body and slowly spread through his meridians. Green light flickered on his skin, and his furrowed brows slowly relaxed. He exhaled a deep breath, and his young but determined face relaxed.

But at this moment, he was extremely shocked. Divine beast Xuan Gui? Hmm? Although he had never heard of the so-called Xuan Gui, a giant turtle that called itself a divine beast and could speak was indeed unheard of. Could it really be a divine beast? Even a glance from it could make him feel immobilized, with no desire to resist.

The Xuan Gui seemed to understand something and blinked its deep, shiny eyes with a sense of satisfaction.

"What are you waiting for me to do? Do you have something to ask of me?" Chen Mo asked, testing the waters.

"Ha, ha..." Chen Mo's words made the Xuan Gui laugh loudly. Perhaps waiting for too long and being suppressed for too long, it was expressing its emotions, shaking its head, and causing the surrounding rocks to fall.

Chen Mo awkwardly dodged the falling rocks, clearly struggling. After a while, when its laughter stopped, he heard it say, "Boy, do you know your lineage?"

Although Chen Mo felt weak, he was quick-witted. Hearing its words, he steadied his steps and thought, "Does this old turtle know my lineage? I have memories from two lifetimes, and the Light Seed has already sprouted. Could it be...?"

As if thinking of something, he asked doubtfully, "Who are you, really?"

"I am the Xuan Gui, the divine steed of the Light God King. I have been waiting here for thousands of years, following his orders, to wait for the descendants of the divine race," the Xuan Gui said. Mentioning the Light God King, it closed its eyes in reverence, then looked at Chen Mo. It seemed to be testing his insight, waiting for an answer.

In his consciousness sea, the white, tender sprout lifted its leaves, trembling slightly, as if very happy, with a spirit never before seen. Chen Mo was somewhat convinced that it must be the tender branch in his consciousness sea that made the Xuan Gui think he was a descendant of the Light God race.

No matter how eloquently the other spoke, he still had some reservations to avoid being deceived. He immediately asked, "You are the divine Xuan Gui, but what does that have to do with me?"

"Of course it has something to do with you." As soon as it finished speaking, the Xuan Gui's large eyes suddenly emitted blue, thread-like light. Two beams of light shot directly at Chen Mo. Before he could react, the blue light, like two hot streams, shot into his forehead.

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