Chapter 77: Great Vengeance Avenged (Seeking Follow-up Reads)

The Ziyi Daoren was extremely fast, crossing several dozen zhang in but an instant.

"Swish!" Chen Mo nocked an arrow and drew the string, shooting straight at the Ziyi Daoren.

The Ziyi Daoren seemed to have anticipated this, immediately forming seals and chanting; two Talismans in his hand ignited without fire, and a faint purple Qi emerged around his body.

The arrow struck the purple Qi and was like a clay ox entering the sea, failing to have even half a point of effect.

But the Ziyi Daoren did not remain flying in the air as a target; his figure drifted downward, his two palms like refined iron, dancing in the air to parry the remaining arrows.

After Mo Hu fired two arrows, he finally saw the face of the person coming; it was indeed the Ziyi Daoren who had ambushed and killed his elder brother that day.

A wave of regret could not help but rise in his heart; he had originally only wanted to use this opportunity to track the Ziyi Daoren, then ask his foster father or experts from the Imperial Court to step in and finish the opponent off.

He had not expected that enemies would cross paths, and he would encounter the opponent here again.

"You go quickly!" His tone carried resentment, and his figure had already rushed out.

He was clear on the Ziyi Daoren's strength, and furthermore, the Ziyi Daoren could not fly when they last met, yet now he could actually travel through the air.

From this, it was evident that the opponent's strength had likely improved once more.

Relying only on himself and Thirteen, they were absolutely no match for him.

As for fleeing? The opponent could fly, and his speed was terrifyingly fast, while they only had a pair of flesh-and-blood legs.

Someone had to entangle the opponent so the other would have a chance to escape.

Chen Mo had come to help this time precisely because he had invited him; if he hadn't called him to come, he would never have suffered this danger.

Moreover, he was his elder brother; even if he were to die, he had to die before him, just as his own elder brother had protected him behind his back that day.

By both reason and sentiment, he had to ensure Chen Mo could escape alive.

Mo Hu was extremely fast; with his full strength erupting, he covered several zhang in the blink of an eye.

Yet Chen Mo was far faster than him; in almost an instant, he rushed in front of him and continued to sprint toward the Ziyi Daoren.

Mo Hu had originally been pondering that if he had a chance to kill the Ziyi Daoren, it would be avenging his elder brother, and if he were killed by the Ziyi Daoren, he could go to see his elder brother.

He had never expected that as he ran, Chen Mo would actually run ahead of him.

This wasn't right; he remembered that he had rushed out before Chen Mo!

Even if this Thirteen of his was stronger than him, he shouldn't have been able to catch up so easily.

Moreover, Chen Mo wasn't just catching up now; in but a fleeting moment, he had already reached the Ziyi Daoren.

What kind of strength was this? It was absolutely far beyond his own by who knows how much!

How exactly did he cultivate? And what kind of talent did he have to be able to possess such strength!

The Ziyi Daoren had not expected Chen Mo's speed to be so fast; in his haste, he joined his two iron palms together and charged straight at Chen Mo's face.

This iron palm speed was indeed fast enough, but in Chen Mo's eyes, it was somewhat slow.

"Bang!" A sweep from the several-dozen-catty refined steel spear directly knocked the pair of iron palms flying.

With his palms injured, the Ziyi Daoren's complexion instantly darkened.

Chen Mo reached his front, gripped the spear tightly with both arms, and thrust it with full force toward his heart.

Purple Qi flowed around the Ziyi Daoren; Chen Mo only felt this thrust was like stabbing into a quagmire, and no matter how much strength he had, it was difficult to exert.

But immediately after, that purple Qi could no longer support itself and completely dissipated in an instant.

Chen Mo turned the spear shaft and took the opportunity to lash out at the Ziyi Daoren.

He immediately activated two more Talismans, but unfortunately, before the earthy-yellow halo could emerge, it was directly shattered, and the remaining force still struck his body, sending him flying backward.

Chen Mo pressed forward, not giving him a chance to land, and smashed down with another spear strike.

The Ziyi Daoren was like a piece of torn cloth, instantly flying out more than ten zhang and breaking countless Dwarf Trees and shrubs.

Chen Mo followed closely the whole way, and only after the final spear thrust pierced his heart did he breathe a slight sigh of relief.

This Ziyi Daoren's strength was truly not bad; with his current strength, the opponent had actually managed to last several rounds in his hands.

It was fortunate he didn't have many Talismans on him today, otherwise, if he had a hundred or so, killing him would definitely not have been so easy.

Although the Ziyi Daoren was now thoroughly dead, Chen Mo still dared not be careless; he cut off the opponent's head and confirmed repeatedly that he was dead beyond any doubt, only then feeling at ease.

"Thirteen, you..." Mo Hu arrived behind Chen Mo at this moment, his tone slightly complex.

He really couldn't understand how Chen Mo's strength had improved so quickly.

Both of them cultivated the Greedy Wolf Seven Kill Fist, so why did he only have a thousand catties of strength now?

Yet Chen Mo looked to be far stronger than him; of course, Mo Hu did not know exactly how much stronger Chen Mo was than him.

The gap between the two was simply too large; he only knew Chen Mo was far stronger than him, but he had no way to gauge exactly how much.

"Is this Ziyi Daoren the one who killed the Fourth Brother back then!" Chen Mo picked up the head and asked Mo Hu.

"Yes!" Hearing the question, Mo Hu stared fixedly at that head; he would never forget this face in his life.

"We've avenged him!" Chen Mo tossed the head aside and revealed a smile.

With the great vengeance avenged, his heart was naturally filled with gratification.

"Yes, avenged!" At this moment, Mo Hu stopped thinking about other questions, knowing only that he had avenged his elder brother.

As he spoke, he couldn't help but laugh loudly, followed by a roar toward the sky, as if he wanted to release all the suppressed emotions in his heart.

Ever since his elder brother was killed, revenge had become his only goal for living; now, this matter was finally done!

Even if it wasn't by his own hand, it didn't matter; as long as this Ziyi Daoren was dead, that was enough!

Chen Mo did not disturb him, smiling as he walked to the side, leaving him sufficient space and time to release his emotions.

He first went to rummage through the old Daoist's corpse; other than a Whisk used for show, the old Daoist had only eight-plus taels of silver on him, not even a single Talisman.

He was truly a poor Daoist.

As for those few Scholars, they were dressed in short clothes and didn't even have a single penny on them.

After searching the corpses, Chen Mo cast his gaze toward the two wooden chests.

He was quite curious about what was inside these chests; could they all be silver and gold, otherwise why would they be so heavy?

Opening a wooden chest, there were only two palm-sized jade boxes inside, with two stones placed within one of the jade boxes.

One was dark red, and the other was gray-white.

Chen Mo picked up the dark red stone, and as his Inner Qi circulated, it indeed reacted.

It seemed this stone was not much different from the stone he had obtained when he hunted the Blood Monkey back then.

He then picked up the other gray-white stone; his own Inner Qi also reacted to it, but he did not know what changes would occur from refining this stone.

First putting these two stones back into the jade box, Chen Mo wanted to pick up the other jade box, but as soon as he touched it, he felt something was wrong.

This box, even if it did not weigh one thousand catties, must have weighed at least eight hundred.

One must know that ever since his rebirth, his Greedy Wolf Seven Kill Fist had also been constantly practiced.

Although it was not easy to find suitable equipment at hand for detailed testing, Chen Mo estimated that his own strength must be at least three thousand five hundred catties or more, definitely only more and not less.

Even so, wanting to pick up this jade box was not a simple or easy matter.

It was mainly because it was too small, making it hard to hold and even harder to exert force.

Without continuing to try to pick it up, Chen Mo directly opened the jade box from inside the chest; inside the box was a cyan fruit the size of an infant's fist.

On the surface of this fruit, a wrinkled smiling face appeared, just like a newborn baby.

Immediately following, this fruit emitted a strange fragrance, causing Chen Mo to involuntarily swallow a mouthful of saliva, wanting to eat the fruit in his hand.

Fortunately, having the experience from the live deer meat last time, Chen Mo bit the tip of his tongue hard and closed the jade box containing the Human Infant Fruit.

It had to be said that this jade box was indeed special; no sooner had it been closed than that strange fragrance instantly vanished.

It seemed this fruit was also somewhat unusual, but now that the people of the Dutian Dao Sect were all dead, he had no way to force them to tell him the use of this fruit.

Putting the jade box back into this wooden chest, Chen Mo opened the other chest.

The other chest also contained two jade boxes; the difference was that there was only one Blood Qi Stone and one Human Infant Fruit, one Gray White Stone fewer than the other wooden chest.

It seemed that what the Dutian Dao Sect wanted to smuggle were these things, and the most important ones among them should be these two fruits that looked like infants.

If it were not for the fact that these two fruits were truly difficult to carry, they would not have had to go to such great lengths to go through here.

As for these Blood Qi Stones and Gray White Stones, they should just be incidental, but from this, one could still see some things.

That is, besides himself, other experts in this world were indeed already in contact with the Grey Mist and were obtaining gains by hunting strange creatures from the Grey Mist.

Closing both wooden chests for the time being, he stood up to find Mo Hu; this matter had mostly ended here, but there was still some finishing work to resolve.

(End of this chapter)