Chapter 94

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Over here, Little Eight missed another strike, his sharp claws gouging a hole in the ground. Unwilling to give up, Little Eight's determination flared up. He rolled on the spot, his entire body charging towards the female python. The female python had no way to avoid it and, along with the ancient tree behind her, was thrown dozens of feet away.

Enraged, the female python lashed out with her tail, forcing Little Eight back. She then charged horizontally, causing Little Eight to lose his balance. The massive snake body wrapped tightly around him. The female python tightened her grip, opening her mouth to bite Little Eight's extended head. Little Eight's turtle shell spikes extended, piercing deeply into the female python's body.

Then, a burst of green sea waves spewed out, taking advantage of the confusion caused by the water column, Little Eight struck the snake's head with his claws and bit down hard on the female python's neck.

In pain, the female python tightened her grip even more, rolling Little Eight around.

For Little Eight, with his tough shell and backward-facing spikes, this was merely a futile struggle before death. He bit down even harder, refusing to let go.

Suddenly, the turtle's head yanked hard, tearing a large piece of flesh from the female python's neck. With the snake's blood gushing out, he bit down again. In a frenzy, Little Eight, his eyes red with battle, devoured the snake's flesh, bones and all, and finally bit off the entire snake head.

After consuming the female python's blood and flesh, Little Eight let out a low roar, his limbs digging deeply into the ground. Clenching his teeth, a dark green light faintly rose from his massive body, about to burst forth.

Seeing that Little Eight was about to break through and advance, Chen Mo no longer held back. He threw three second-grade spirit medicines and two snake eggs into Little Eight's mouth.

Stimulated by the medicine, Little Eight rose up, a large dark green and white gas cloud spewing from his mouth, growing denser and denser. It then tightly enveloped Little Eight's massive body like a huge vortex.

A long, suppressed howl followed, his head raised, and a powerful wave of energy surged out. The concentrated energy that had been gathered for a long time instantly contracted, and a massive, majestic body gradually appeared.

After advancing from the fifth stage to the sixth stage, Little Eight's body, now like steel and iron, had grown several times larger. The ancient aura that permeated his body made Chen Mo secretly marvel. Little Eight was now starting to resemble an old divine turtle.

"Wow, you look better and better." Chen Mo was surprised by the speed of Little Eight's advancement, guessing that his divine bloodline was one of the reasons. Another reason was that this glutton was very good at pleasing women, and he had received many benefits from his goddess master, Mu Lingwei.

Little Eight slowly woke up, giving Chen Mo a glare, clearly upset about what had just happened. Transforming into his cute little turtle form, he tilted his head and pouted.

"Hey, you're throwing a tantrum?" Chen Mo picked him up, tapping his head. "If you want to get stronger, you have to constantly face various challenges. Look at how fat you've become. A little exercise and you immediately advance. Come on, don't be so stubborn. Give me a smile, or I'll add turtle stew to tonight's menu, along with that female python. After all, you two seemed quite affectionate just now."

Little Eight shuddered and forced a grimace. What a joke, even if Brother Tyrant dies, he needs a Vermilion Bird to accompany him, not that broken snake.

"Let's go, let's continue exploring and treasure hunting." Chen Mo, in a great mood, took Little Eight and continued on their journey.

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Time flies, always slipping away from our fingertips like flowing water, unnoticed.

Before they knew it, it had been over a month.

The first rays of dawn, piercing through everything, shone through the treetops, illuminating the entire rainforest and swamp.

At this moment, a young man stood on the crown of a towering ancient tree, which rose dozens of feet above the entire rainforest. A thin layer of dark black magic aura, dyed red by the rising sun, swirled a few feet below his feet.

The young man raised his head, closed his eyes, and the month of training had turned his skin a light wheat color. His strong, well-defined muscles resembled those of a sleek and powerful leopard, exuding a strong sense of explosive power.

His somewhat handsome face faced the rising sun. A few sparse stubbles grew on his chin, and his slightly long hair was casually tied back.

Reflecting on the past month of running and training in the magic swamp and rainforest, he had not only gained abundant resources but also a rare experience.

This place was desolate, cold, lonely, and dangerous. Overcoming all of this, he had gained the ability to survive in the face of danger, a calm and steady temperament, and a mature and composed personality. These were the greatest gifts from nature, enough to benefit him for life.

Not only that, but over the past month, Chen Mo had smoothly advanced from the fourth stage to the fifth stage of the Spirit Master, a rapid improvement. With the advancement in cultivation and long-term training, his combat skills, flexible and varied tactics, and deeper understanding of the Great Desolate Thunder Path were all invaluable.

Chen Mo opened his eyes, a confident and carefree smile on his lips.

"Little Eight, it's time to go." He pulled up two ironwood spears, each with a tip embedded with a black gold python fang, and leaped from the treetop. His figure, like willow fluff, drifted between the branches, heading towards the distance.

It was clear that Chen Mo's body techniques and cultivation had improved significantly over this period.

Speaking of these two ironwood spears, they were cut from a century-old iron tree using Little Eight's claws. Ironwood was extremely hard, impervious to knives and axes, and even if ordinary people found it, they couldn't use it without special methods.

Although the spears were shaped like "chopsticks" by Chen Mo using Little Eight's claws, they were incredibly hard, and the sharp black gold python fangs at the tips made them very useful. In addition, over this month, Chen Mo had collected spirit medicines, demon cores, and various materials such as fur, claws, and fangs, filling about three ironwood chests.

Reflecting on the past month, the entire rainforest and magic swamp had been turned upside down by Chen Mo. From being chased by a horde of demons and poisonous creatures to the point where the demons and poisonous creatures would run away at the sight of him, it was a very arduous process.

Later, the demons and poisonous creatures would even flee at the smell of Chen Mo, forcing him to devise ways to catch his prey.

For example, he had set up seven or eight traps. He had three bases, starting from the old tree in the magic swamp and extending into the valley and rainforest.

Today, Chen Mo planned to make this final hunt, capturing the sixth-stage peak magic swamp crocodile that had repeatedly escaped from him, and then return to Changchun Valley. The day to pay off his debts was approaching, and the spirit medicines and demon cores he had collected were enough to clear all his debts.

The target this time was the large lake swamp. The magic swamp crocodile was currently basking in the sun on the sandy shore.

Chen Mo stopped at the downwind side of an old tree by the lake, as the upwind would blow his scent towards the prey, a small trick he had learned.

"Little Eight, it's up to you." Chen Mo patted the head of Little Eight, who was sticking his head out. "As usual, we'll share the good stuff."

Over the past month, Chen Mo had set traps, and Little Eight had acted as bait, gradually forming a默契 (默契 means默契, but in this context, it means a tacit understanding or默契).

Little Eight wobbled over to the foot of the large magic swamp crocodile, lifted his leg, and urinated... After urinating, he used his hind legs to kick the sand towards the magic swamp crocodile, as if to say, "I'm done, feels good."

The magic swamp crocodile, realizing what had happened, became furious and lunged at the audacious turtle.

Little Eight reacted quickly, dodging and running into the forest. The magic swamp crocodile pursued him relentlessly.

Suddenly, with a splash, the ground under the magic swamp crocodile's claws collapsed, and before it could react, it fell into the pit Chen Mo had dug in advance, its body entangled by vines, struggling desperately.

With a "whoosh," Chen Mo's spear shot out. However, the magic swamp crocodile's armor was too thick, and the spear, even with a full-force strike, could not cause any damage.

"Hey, Little Eight," Chen Mo said to Little Eight, "let's work together. You hold it down, and I'll finish it off. Its skin may be thick, but its meat is definitely tender and juicy, delicious..."

Little Eight looked at the magic swamp crocodile in the pit, its mouth wide open, struggling. Thinking about the tender and delicious crocodile meat, he couldn't help but drool and nodded.

But then, he thought again, something was wrong, and he wanted to turn back, but it was too late.

"Alright, go!" Chen Mo, with a mischievous smile, kicked Little Eight down... Master, you're so despicable...

But with no other choice, Little Eight had to transform and engage the magic swamp crocodile in a difficult battle.

Chen Mo, from above, provided long-range support. Within a short time, Little Eight finally defeated the magic swamp crocodile.

As the sun set, Little Eight, who had been tricked and had tasted a few pieces of crocodile meat, showed his true form, carrying three large chests and a pile of animal skins and bones, as well as everything that could be sold, wobbling back to Changchun Valley.

A rare fifth-grade spirit medicine, Snake Spirit Grass, Chen Mo did not sell to pay off his debts. Such a high-level treasure was often priceless. He happily contributed it to his master, Mu Lingwei.

Then, with a slightly bitter expression, he mentioned his debt in a roundabout way. His master, being wise, sold the demon cores and materials, and made up the remaining debt, resulting in a win-win situation.

Life returned to a peaceful and comfortable state.

Every day, he watered the spirit fields in the Bamboo Pavilion, learned alchemy from his master, and spent the rest of his time practicing. It was a life like that of a celestial being.

However, a sense of impending storm and tension gradually spread through Changchun Valley.

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