Chapter 3: The Evergreen

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  Chen Mo's heart suddenly tightened, and he looked up. He saw a tall and majestic young man in brocade clothes swooping down like an eagle pouncing on a rabbit, with an overbearing and powerful aura. His palm slapped downwards from above, with a faint red flame flickering in his palm, and the hot air was oppressive.

  This move 'Fierce Flame Palm' is powerful and overbearing, with a scorching heat wave, it's clear that he has already reached the level of 'Initial Mastery'. It can be seen that this person has put in quite some effort into this particular move.

  A spark of flint, danger comes suddenly. At a critical moment when everything hangs in the balance, Chen Mo's consciousness becomes clearer instead.

  Body suddenly stopped, front legs bent, spine straightened, hind legs toes inserted into the ground, elbows crossed, in a defensive bow step. In the sleeves, there was a faint and almost invisible cyan aura emanating from it.

  This move is the classic defensive stance 'Evergreen' in Chen Mo's Qīng Mù Jué, meaning that the green wood takes root underground, stable and tenacious, withstanding wind and rain, unshakeable for a thousand years.

  A loud crash, palms and elbows collided.

  A faint red glow dispersed in all directions, enveloping Chen Mo's arms. A subtle ripple, like a stone thrown into water, splashed out in all directions.

  Chen Mo only felt a surge of energy like an iron hammer smashing heavily onto his arms, the massive impact force shook his 'Wan Nian Qing' frame to pieces, his feet alternated stepping on the ground, retreating seven or eight steps back before barely stopping his retreat and stabilizing his footing.

  His elbows, with several charred spots, hung down limply and trembled slightly. His pale face flushed red, and suddenly spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

  Looking at the newcomer, he floated down to the ground, carrying a single-handed load on his back, with a calm and composed demeanor, having an air of a noble young master.

  Chen Mo had met this brocade-robed youth before, his name was Chen Ye, three months older than himself, and from the family hierarchy, he was his paternal cousin. In terms of cultivation, he was a big step higher than himself, having already entered the middle stage of Spiritual Disciple a year ago.

  Now looking at him, his breath is introverted and long, the sun temple is slightly bulging, I'm afraid it's only a line away from the high-ranking Lingtu.

  "Chen Mo, I didn't expect that you, a useless person, could actually bring out a hint of divine charm in your 'Turtle Skill', it's quite rare."

  Chen Ye got a hit, with his hands behind his back, he strolled up leisurely: "I knew you went to Xianfeng to find treasure, just now I saw your thieving appearance, I'm sure you've made some gains this time, what good things have you found? Let me take a look."

  Chen Mo's heart skipped a beat, he didn't expect that despite being extremely cautious, he was still secretly being watched.

  But the Chi Yan Ling fruit was obtained by himself through hardships and good fortune, and it also concerns whether Big Brother can stand up.

  This thing is a very precious and rare gain for the whole family, how can it be so cheap for Chen Ye.

  "There's nothing valuable on me." The silent Chen Mo finally spoke up, taking a few steps back, still holding onto a glimmer of hope.

  "Nothing valuable? Then let me check, I want to see what kind of good fortune this piece of trash has today." Today, Chen Ye harvested a lot at the entrance of 'Little Cave Heaven', those who could be bullied were not spared from his eyes, and he had a stolen hundred-year-old ginseng in his arms, which was a top-grade spiritual medicine. And Chen Mo, although being his own cousin, was also fixed by him.

  "Chen Ye, you're going too far." Being called a waste by others, Chen Mo felt a surge of sadness and anger in his heart. He wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and stared at him with dead eyes.

  "Hmph, joke, with trash like this, it takes three years of cultivation to reach the initial stage of Lingtong, isn't anyone who can be bullied?" Chen Ye had an air of superiority, his eyes filled with disdain.

  When he heard this, Chen Mo's eyes dimmed again, with a thousand kinds of unwillingness in his heart. He had cultivated more diligently than them by a hundred times. Because of the 'light cocoon' in his consciousness sea that harmed people, eight or nine out of ten of the refined Qi obtained from cultivation were snatched away, making his foundation shallow and stagnant. Facing Chen Ye's loud shouting, he was powerless to resist.

  "Trash, are you itching for a fight? You'd better hand over the stuff quietly. If it's really something good, I'll let you hit me twice and we can call it quits. That way, you can go home early and reunite with your crippled brother." Chen Ye walked over to Chen Mo with a smug expression on his face.

  "You!"

  A surge of anger burst forth, reddening his face. No matter how humiliated he was, Chen Mo had endured it all for the sake of preserving the spiritual medicine, but when he heard that his brother, who had been injured for his sake, was being humiliated once again, the shame and indignation in his chest violently intertwined, causing his heart to throb intensely.

  "Are you angry? Trash, you're trash, your whole family is trash. Your useless brother got his leg broken and was brought back with a mistress, divorced in public, humiliated, didn't even dare to fart, and lost all face for the Chen family. How do you still have the face to stay in this family? If it were me, I would've hung myself from a straw rope long ago."

  Seeing Chen Mo get excited, his heart was extremely satisfied and happy, his tone became more severe and pressing.

  A raging fire ignited in Chen Mo's heart, his five internal organs felt like they were being incinerated, a fierce flame suddenly burst into his brain, and his vision went black. Then his body began to convulse violently.

  "Haha. However, your sister Helian Huowu is indeed not bad, she's beautiful and has great talent. Hmm, if you and your family kneel down and beg me to marry her, I might let my father ask the clan leader for a favor and give your family some compensation."

  Chen Mo's chest could no longer contain the raging fire within, his anger reaching a boiling point. He felt as if the air around him had stopped flowing, and all he could hear was the violent pounding of his heart and his rapid breathing. Clenching his fists, his eyes locked onto the other person with a gaze that seemed to want to tear them apart, even if it meant being beaten to death, he couldn't let them humiliate his family.

  "Chen Ye, you've gone too far!" Chen Mo shouted in anger, his eyes blazing like a sword.

  "You still dare to be tough, watch me not kill you today." Chen Ye felt a bit uneasy being stared at by him like this, seeing that the guy was both smelly and tough, a cold killing aura flashed across his face.

  Beating this trash is like pinching a dead ant.

  Then an arrow-step rushed towards him, and with a loud shout, a fist burst out from under his ribs, the fist's energy was fiery and fiercely violent. The punch had not yet arrived, but a wave of heat had already attacked.

  Chen Mo was again hastily defending, but Chen Ye's killing intent had already risen, and this palm was made with full force, far exceeding the intensity of his 'Evergreen' defense.

  "Ahh!" Chen Mo's face turned pale as he spat out a big mouthful of blood after being knocked onto the stone pedestal.

  "Hmph. I'll give you one last chance, hand it over quickly." Chen Yan's face was filled with killing intent as he walked step by step towards Chen Mo, who was lying on the ground panting heavily, his 'Flame Palm' already charged and ready to strike.

  Chen Mo spat out a mouthful of blood, splashing it onto the stone pedestal, like a crimson plum blossom, mournfully blooming. He slowly straightened his back.

  One knee was jammed against the sharp rocks, and with a desperate struggle he lifted his other foot, which was a bloody mess, and stood up, like a towering pine standing on the edge of a cliff.

  He wiped the corner of his mouth fiercely, with a continuous flow of blood and water, his deep eyes burning with fierce flames, glaring at Chen Ye.

  A crimson lightning bolt, like a sharp arrow, shot straight into the half-opened sky wall of the small cave, and in the flash of light, a fine crack split open.

  Rumble...

  The thunder rolled in from afar, only to see a bloody-eyed vortex, with an unknown power grinding against the cracks in the sky wall, and fragments bursting and shooting down.

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