Chapter 99

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In a corner of the dead city.

Bang

A crisp sound echoed as a bronze corpse's head exploded, its twisted body twitching a few times before falling still.

After disposing of this troublesome bronze corpse, Chen Mo swept his palm out, the wind from his palm scattering the weeds and dead branches, revealing a blackish-yellow Corpse Devil Mushroom.

However, to his disappointment, this Corpse Devil Mushroom was withered and lacked luster, clearly an inferior, low-quality one.

"Damn, another wasted effort." Chen Mo felt a wave of frustration and crushed the worthless Corpse Devil Mushroom with his foot.

He gathered the corpse cores and put them away; he had already collected a small bagful. It was evident that in his search for a four-leaf Corpse Devil Mushroom, he had encountered many similar battles along the way.

Chen Mo leaped onto the roof with a single step, looking down at the surrounding area, which was still lifeless and desolate.

In the courtyard, thanks to Chen Mo, several motionless demonic corpses lay scattered. The chubby Little Eight lazily lay beside them, looking content. It seemed that in this dead city, it was not here to fight but to enjoy itself.

This lazy creature made Chen Mo furious. He leaped up like an eagle suddenly appearing in the dead city, grabbing Little Eight's foot and lifting it upside down.

"Brother Ba, I already call you brother. Where's your usual cleverness? You made me waste my time again." Chen Mo tapped its head irritably. Why was it so hard to find a four-leaf Corpse Devil Mushroom for the Soul Reviving Pill?

Cough, cough. Little Eight struggled fiercely with its limbs but couldn't break free. It had no choice but to let him do as he pleased. Its eyes glared, as if saying, "Even Brother Ba's keen sense of smell needs something to smell, right? You're clearly in a bad mood because you can't find the medicinal herb, and you're taking it out on Brother Ba."

Brother Ba's life is so hard, meeting such an unworthy person.

"Chen Mo, don't bully Little Eight again."

A gentle and soft voice drifted into Chen Mo's ears. He quickly turned his head and saw his master, Mu Lingwei, gracefully approaching. She wore a white dress, looking like a celestial being descending from heaven.

Her jade-like, crystal-clear beauty and her ethereal, divine aura were in stark contrast to the dead city.

"Master, I was just playing with Little Eight." Seeing his master protect Little Eight, Chen Mo quickly put on a friendly face and smiled at Mu Lingwei.

He then gently stroked Little Eight's head and said softly, "Little Eight, right?"

Little Eight stopped struggling and gave him a glare with its cute turtle eyes, as if saying, "Can you change your face any faster?" However, it heard the heavy threat in its owner's voice and quickly turned its head to nod at Mu Lingwei, looking innocent and adorable.

The fairy sister is so nice. Little Eight struggled to jump into Mu Lingwei's arms, rubbing against her and making soft sounds to please her.

"Are you saying you're hungry?" Mu Lingwei gave Chen Mo a slightly reproachful look and then produced a second-grade spirit pill, feeding it to Little Eight.

Chen Mo couldn't help but laugh and cry at the same time. What kind of divine pet had he ended up with? It would do anything for a bit of food.

"After eating the pill, shouldn't you transform and let Master ride you to rest?" Chen Mo said with a kind face. "Look how fat you've become. You need to exercise more."

Little Eight's turtle face was speechless. It reluctantly transformed into a "mount," as big as a small house, with a shell patterned with ancient, savage designs and fierce spines. It obediently lay there.

Unable to resist Chen Mo's repeated invitations, Mu Lingwei finally climbed onto the turtle, sitting gracefully.

Chen Mo led the way, and the turtle carried the beautiful master.

"Chen Mo, if we still can't find the four-leaf Corpse Devil Mushroom in another day, we'll return to Changchun Valley," Mu Lingwei said calmly.

"Master, without the spirit herb, it will be very difficult to win first place."

Mu Lingwei played with a strand of hair and said calmly, "We have already tried our best. The position of valley master, let it be as fate decides."

Despite Mu Lingwei's verbal agreement to participate in the election for valley master, she still maintained a detached attitude. Chen Mo couldn't help but marvel at how many people would fight for it, but this "fairy sister" had a transcendent heart, and what could the world do to her?

"Then let's head to the center of the dead city. I believe we will find the four-leaf Corpse Devil Mushroom there," Chen Mo said firmly.

"The center of the dead city?" Mu Lingwei's thin lips parted in surprise. After a moment of thought, she brushed a strand of hair and said, "The edges of the dead city are already very dangerous. In the center, where the demonic aura is strong, I can't protect you."

Chen Mo remained calm. His master had taken him in and taught him, and he must help her achieve the position of valley master. Besides, he had experienced many battles, and while he couldn't boast about his combat skills, he had plenty of experience. If things got too bad, he could always run.

"Master, why don't we split up to search? It will increase our search area and the chances of finding it," Chen Mo suggested, partly out of pride, wanting to operate independently from Mu Lingwei's protection.

"Really?"

"Master, don't worry, I'll be careful."

The wind blew, lifting a strand of her black hair. A smile curved her lips. She gently stroked the turtle's shell, stood up, and her long white dress fluttered as she took a few steps in the air, her figure already far away.

"I'll give you a chance to train. If you're in danger, call out to me," her voice, like a clear spring, echoed softly, and her figure gradually disappeared.

"Don't worry, I can handle it." Watching Mu Lingwei drift away, Chen Mo suddenly felt a bit reluctant.

Little Eight transformed back, hanging its head, and its front claws dug into the ground, widening a crack.

"What do you mean, trying to find a crack to hide in?" This guy clearly lacked confidence.

Chen Mo grabbed Little Eight and tapped its head several times irritably. "Get serious, or I'll cut off your turtle food for a month."

Man and turtle began exploring the edge of the dead city, sweeping through the area.

After an unknown amount of time.

A scene of desolation lay before them.

A cold wind blew, like the wailing of ghosts. Black mist floated in the gray sky, and along the way, broken city walls and scattered mud bricks and tiles were everywhere, ruins and broken walls.

A towering city tower, about fifty feet high, with a red-tiled roof, stood there. The supporting beams and pillars were scattered and fallen, and a large eagle circled slowly in the sky above.

At the base of the city tower, a small pavilion made of tattered cloth, with a few dusty tables and chairs, stood. This all proved the desolation and decay of the city, and also illustrated its former prosperity.

"Cough, cough," Chen Mo cleared his throat. "Little Eight, we haven't reached the center yet, but why is the demonic aura so strong here?"

Little Eight was unusually quiet, clearly also scared by the eerie and desolate place. Its eyes were fixed on the circling eagle, and its limbs slowly retreated.

"Don't scare me, kid." Following its gaze, the eagle circled and began to descend, and in a couple more circles, it would land on the city tower. Chen Mo knew that Little Eight's sense of danger was much stronger than his own.

Suddenly.

The eagle dived vertically toward the top of the city tower, piercing through the broken tiles and shooting inside. Chen Mo's pupils dilated, the scene before him was incomprehensible.

In an instant.

The tiles exploded from the inside, scattering in all directions. The eagle that had entered rose into the air, clutching a red, fleshy object with four green leaves around it, looking fresh.

"Four-leaf Corpse Devil Mushroom." As he spoke.

Suddenly, a pair of golden claws burst from the tiles, with bent finger bones and sharp tips, even more vicious than the eagle's talons.

"Screech," the eagle cried out, its feet caught in the golden claws, torn apart, and its body split in two, blood splattering everywhere. In a blink, the Corpse Devil Mushroom fell into the city tower.

Golden Corpse!

Chen Mo gasped, his feet moving involuntarily, retreating two steps. His eyes were filled with fear. The Golden Corpse was too powerful, far beyond his capabilities.

Moreover, from the situation, the Golden Corpse had already developed some initial intelligence. It knew how to use the spirit herb as bait to lure living creatures.

Fortunately, he hadn't found the four-leaf Corpse Devil Mushroom first.

"Little Eight."

In a panic, he glanced around, but Little Eight was nowhere to be seen, having already fled.

"Even thinking of you."

He quietly gathered his mystic energy and leaped into a nearby ruin before the Golden Corpse could notice him. The Golden Corpse was equivalent to a beginner-stage innate fighter, far beyond what a spirit master like him could handle.

Feeling a hard surface under his feet, he nearly tripped, but it turned out Little Eight had already arrived. Ignoring the urge to scold Little Eight, Chen Mo lay down at the edge of the ruin, peering through the cracks to observe carefully.

"Breaking iron shoes in vain, success comes without effort." A hint of excitement rose in his heart. He had finally found it. However, he couldn't defeat the Golden Corpse, so he needed to think of a plan.

"Little Eight."

Turning back, he called softly, but Little Eight shook its head vigorously, clearly unwilling. It clearly knew what its master was thinking.

This clever little devil, Chen Mo muttered to himself. He put on a friendly face and gently stroked Little Eight's neck, patting its shell, and said softly and excitedly, "Brother Ba, we are blood brothers, closer than brothers. Even though you're a turtle, I've always treated you like family."

Little Eight's eyes were slightly moist, as if moved. But it quickly shook its head firmly.

"Don't rush to object. Think about it, the four-leaf Corpse Devil Mushroom is crucial for Master to become valley master." Chen Mo, failing to move Little Eight with familial affection, began to reason with it. "When that happens, Changchun Valley will be our domain. Think about all the spirit herbs and spirit pills..."

Little Eight's eyes began to glaze over, drooling, thinking of all the delicious spirit herbs and pills. But remembering the Golden Corpse tearing the eagle apart, Little Eight shook its head firmly.

Little Eight decided not to pretend anymore and turned to run away.

Before it could take a few steps, "Slap," Chen Mo grabbed its flailing hind leg.

Struggling, Little Eight saw Chen Mo's true face and felt a wave of despair, meeting such an unworthy person.

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