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  "Yes, yes, yes, the young master is right. I'll go back and cultivate now. Chen Hui took advantage of the opportunity to step down and instead glared at Chen Mo with a fierce gaze: "You little brat, today I won't settle accounts with you because of the young master's face. When the time comes for the clan competition, I'll teach you a good lesson." After that, he put on an arrogant expression and quickly left.

  For such idiotic remarks, Chen Mo didn't even bother to respond.

  After they left, Chen Xuan said: "Chen Mo, since your cultivation has made progress now, you must work harder and shine in the clan competition."

  Chen Mo also knew that Chen De Shui had not made a big move against him in recent days, probably because of Chen Xuan's intervention. Although he had the intention to plot against Chen De Shui, he also had to admit his personal feelings. Otherwise, if Chen De Shui were to go crazy and retaliate without regard for anything, with his current strength, he would be unable to resist.

  But human feelings are human feelings, Chen Mo didn't plan to let him have the opportunity to pursue Wu Er, and directly said: "Then thank you, Young Master Shao, for your encouragement. My brother is still waiting for me and Wu Er to go home, goodbye."

  Not waiting for Chen Xuan to have a chance to show off, Chen Mo pulled He Lian Huo Wu and left.

  She was released when they arrived at the bustling market.

  A faint blush appeared on her delicate and charming face. Although the second brother pulled himself away, feeling a bit unreasonable, but in her delicate and transparent heart, there was not only no resentment, but also some subtle joy.

  Really want Second Brother to hold one's own hand for a lifetime...

  On the stone road, willows hang down, and vendors call out in a loud voice. The surrounding town is surrounded by hundreds of acres of spiritual fields, which are now in harvest season. People from all directions rush to this place, hoping to sell at a good price during the harvest season, and give more resources to support their children with potential.

  Two people went on a stroll, from time to time, Chen Mo bought some delicious food for Wu Er.

  In the market, there are many miscellaneous things. It's not easy to pick out something that suits your heart among countless things. Moreover, Chen Mo is not rich now, and no matter how you calculate it, he lacks money.

  Just take a stroll and go to the family's scripture pavilion to exchange two lower-level cultivation methods.

  At this moment, a peddler was heard shouting: "Hanshengcao, Hanshengcao for sale, only 100 taels of gold."

  "Hansheng grass? Chen Mo stopped in his tracks, somewhat surprised. Hansheng grass wasn't just any ordinary weed, but a genuine top-grade spiritual herb, worth at least several hundred taels of gold."

  Could it be that someone is so bold as to sell fake medicine at a family market?

  Many people were called over, but immediately someone scolded: "I say you stall owner are too deceitful! This is indeed Cold Spirit Grass, but this branch is on the verge of withering away. Once it dies, its medicinal value will be completely lost."

  "Hey, hey, you can't be unreasonable, vendor! Will you sell it for ten taels of gold?"

  Ten taels? The stall owner wouldn't budge, scolding: "This Cold Spirit Grass is about to reach its hundred-year mark and become a second-grade spiritual medicine. Even if it's almost dead, using it as medicine right away would still have one or two percent effect. Fifty taels, non-negotiable."

  Which cultivator wouldn't split two taels of gold into two uses? This price is too expensive, and it's not useful at all. Naturally, no one was willing to buy it. The onlookers shook their heads and dispersed.

  As the crowd dispersed, Chen Mo led Huo Wu over.

  Glancing at the booth, I saw that the spiritual grass was on its last breath, but its branches still retained a hint of vitality. If I wasn't mistaken, this should be a branch of Cold Spiritual Grass. This thing grows in the snowy mountains and has an extremely strong life force, usually growing to about half a foot in size. Looking at this one's appearance, it really was nearly a hundred years old.

  Unfortunately, it has withered and its efficacy is gradually dissipating. For ordinary people, perhaps that's the case. But for himself, Chen Mo's mind suddenly flashed an idea: if the green liquid can cure Linggu, then why not use this method to restore this spirit grass? If he could revive it, wouldn't that be a huge gain? After all, the Red Flame Spirit Fruit he picked in Xiaodongtian was only a second-grade spirit medicine.

  For just fifty taels of gold, it's worth a gamble. Chen Mo spoke up: "One and a half catties of medium-grade spiritual rice, you can sell if you want to, or not."

  One and a half catties of Ling rice cost forty-five taels, which is not too much of a difference. The vendor felt that he was losing out, but if he couldn't sell it in another two or three days, the fish would be dead and he wouldn't even get back his original investment, so he gritted his teeth and said, "Alright, I'll sell it to you."

  Chen Mo silently and quietly put away the object, not even bothering to change his technique, and directly rushed back home. Afraid of being late by half a step, if the Cold Spirit Grass were to die, it would be a complete loss.

  Back at home, Chen Mo locked himself in his small room and opened the jade box. The bright and mysterious aura surged into his consciousness sea, where the tender shoots of the branches and leaves seemed to sense their master's will, quivering with a delicate and watery body, although unwilling, still squeezed out a drop of green liquid, which dripped into the consciousness sea.

  With a light touch, it flowed in like a reversed current of vital energy, emitting a soft green glow that slowly concentrated and poured into the Cold Spirit Grass.

  Only the cold spirit grass in hand, like a long drought encountering sweet rain, withered branches and leaves slowly regained vitality. In less than a minute, the previously yellowish roots and stems became crystal clear, icy bones like jade, restoring their original luster. Like ice-frosted glass in the cold wind, it still emitted a faint, bone-piercing mist of cold air.

  Chen let out a breath of relief, his heart invigorated, this time he should have made a profit.

  At this moment, the Cold Spirit Grass underwent a slight change, and the cold air became even more intense, growing an inch taller.

  Chen Mo was overjoyed and surprised, perhaps this Cold Spirit Grass had absorbed more green liquid, and it actually reached the hundred-year-old fire just in time.

  I thought that this nearly withered Frost Spirit Grass would be lucky to recover half its vitality. Now it seems that not only has it regained more than half its vitality, but it's actually become a "Second-Rank Spirit Grass", looking as tender and juicy as if it had just been picked, with spiritual energy overflowing from it.

  To know that the value of "Second-Rank Spirit Grass" far exceeds that of First-Rank by several times, not to mention its medicinal properties. Just from its growth period alone, it differs by nearly a decade. Its current value is far beyond what I had hoped for. In my joy, I also deeply feel the powerful function of the Consciousness Sea Green Liquid.

  This made Chen Mo's mind stir, if he were to buy some first-grade spiritual medicine and use the green liquid to upgrade it to a second-grade spiritual medicine? Wouldn't that be able to create a steady stream of wealth for him?

  But the fervent heat in his heart had not yet risen when he himself extinguished it. This Cold Spirit Grass was originally about to reach maturity and become a second-grade spiritual medicine. If it were an ordinary first-grade spiritual medicine, relying on the Green Liquid to ripen it into a second-grade one would definitely consume more of the Green Liquid during this process.

  The green liquid is the foundation of the Divine Tree's roots. Now it is still young and tender, if it is squeezed too hard, will it not wither and die? The green liquid can only be used when there is no other choice.

  At this moment, Chen Mo could clearly feel the tender sprout in his sea of consciousness transmitting a hint of longing to him. It seemed to be urging Chen Mo to devour the Cold Spirit Grass and nourish it with his spiritual fluid.

  But this Erpin Hanshengcao, at least can sell one or two thousand gold, where would Chen Mo be willing to be so extravagant and wasteful? Comfort it for a while, prepare to feed a few small Jilian Dans, just consider it as compensation.

  The tender shoots shook slightly, seemingly somewhat reluctant.

  At this moment, a small black shadow the size of a face bowl suddenly darted over, it was that thief Xiaoba, with his turtle head pointed, he opened his mouth and bit towards the Hanshengcao, his two green bean eyes shining with excitement. His movements were swift and had completely exceeded the scope of what an ordinary turtle should be capable of.

  Just an inch away from eating the Cold Spirit Grass, Chen Mo grabbed its turtle neck. Infuriating it to have a black face, with mouth corners twitching, what kind of foodies did he raise? There was still the tender shoots of the Radiant Divine Tree, and this one insatiably hungry Dark Turtle Xiao Ba?

  It was precisely because this tortoise could change its shape and sneak food that Chen Mo didn't dare bring it along to collect taxes. Otherwise, who knows what kind of shocking disaster it would cause in the town's pharmacy?

  The window was flung open and the thing was thrown out into the courtyard wall without any mercy. It flew for dozens of feet before landing with a thud, but its terrifying defense didn't even get hurt in the slightest. With a resentful glint in its green eyes, it gazed at Chen Mo's house, but could only find a pond to catch fish in.

  As for the tender shoots, let's just say they've made a contribution and give them some compensation.

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  The next morning, the dew had not yet dried, the branches and leaves drooped their heads, struggled a few times, shook off a few dew drops, and raised their heads.

  On the bed, Chen Mo sat cross-legged with his hands placed on his knees, and then entered the Sea of Consciousness. Recently, after taking several Small Gathering Spirit Pills in a row, the tender leaves of the Sea of Consciousness not only looked extremely spirited but also had their branches stretched out obviously, with a thread of tender buds emerging from them. Although it was still far from growing into a whole leaf, Chen Mo felt a thrill of joy.

  The medicine enters the abdomen, and the vital energy condenses like a small universe, reverberating and floating, with a strong sense of fullness. This is distinctly different from the previous feeling of emptiness in the lower abdomen. It seems to have recovered a lot of strength, and the body is filled with vitality, spirit, and energy.

  Chen Mo's hands slowly lifted up, pressing onto his lower abdomen, taking a deep breath, and then lifting from the lower abdomen to the front of his chest. The Xuan Qi seemed to have been sensed, gathering from all over his body through the meridians, rushing towards his two palms. The place where they gathered was like a confrontation of breaths, with a thick and powerful energy, as if it were about to erupt.

  He glanced at the little demon beside him, suddenly tensed up, hastily reined in his breath, stepped forward and kicked it, saying: "What are you sneaking around for? I'm warning you, I only have one elixir left, do you want to snatch it away?"

  Xiao Ba blinked his green bean eyes, gazing at Chen Mo with a pitiful and hapless expression.

  "Alright, alright, I'm afraid of you. After I sell the Frost Spirit Grass, I'll get some turtle food for you." Chen Mo was speechless for a moment. This little creature didn't look big, but its appetite was astonishing. And it had a picky mouth too, only eating expensive things. One day, it would eat itself to bankruptcy.

  If he hadn't thought about its background, Chen Mo would have simply drunk the turtle soup.

  "Knock, knock." After the knocking sound, a clear and crisp voice came: "Second Brother, are you there?"

  The fire dragon was waiting outside the door, and with a creak, the door opened.

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