HBWnovel Chapter 410 - 403
Chapter 410 - 403
"Elder Song has left?"
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Chen Mu and Mo Wuzhou sat facing each other at a low table.
"If he hadn’t left, this huge toad wouldn’t have shown up at your door," Mo Wuzhou said with annoyance, glancing at the Cold Moon Toad.
He immediately looked at Chen Mu with suspicion, "Did you really not feed it Soul-Bewitching Soup?"
He suspected that the accelerated development of Yuanbao’s bloodline was related to Chen Mu.
"You could ask Yuanbao," Chen Mu chuckled with narrowed eyes.
Mo Wuzhou instantly rolled his eyes. If that big toad was willing to talk, I wouldn’t be coming to you with questions.
Forget it, it’s not something bad after all, I’m just a little curious.
"I’ve requested Elder Song to procure a batch of scarce materials, which can be used to concoct Rejuvenation Pills."
"Consider it a token of gratitude for helping Yuanbao develop his bloodline. You can go to the Administrative Affairs Institute and exchange for them tomorrow."
"Too bad you aren’t willing to reveal the situation; otherwise, you wouldn’t have to spend a dime on these materials."@@@@
Chen Mu felt a surge of joy, followed immediately by confusion.
Help Yuanbao develop its bloodline? Is that even a thing?
"Could there be a mistake?" Chen Mu was baffled.
Replenishing Origin Soup can develop monster bloodline?
I’ve had so much myself, and I haven’t seen any secret tricks open up.
"You would be unaware?" Mo Wuzhou looked at Chen Mu skeptically, full of disbelief.
"Please enlighten me, elder brother," Chen Mu requested sincerely.
Mo Wuzhou rolled his eyes, "You’re quite convincing. Do you think I’d believe that?"
Chen Mu couldn’t help but twitch the corner of his mouth. Since when has speaking the truth not been believed by anyone?
Mo Wuzhou chuckled, "You could ask Yuanbao. Do you see it speaking up?"
Chen Mu couldn’t help but turn his head towards Yuanbao.
The big toad sat motionless in its spot, gazing at the sky, utterly ignoring Chen Mu’s inquisitive gaze.
Chen Mu felt increasingly disgruntled.
It’s not good when a big toad has such a tight lip.
Mo Wuzhou chuckled and said no more, focusing instead on the feast before him.
...
Time flew, and a month flashed by in the blink of an eye.
Chen Mu went to the Administrative Affairs Institute to deliver a batch of Fasting Pills, then took a trip to the market district at the base of the mountain, buying a hundred jin of fresh deer horned black sheep meat, and leisurely returned to Sunrise Mountain.
Using Point Ground into Steel clay, he molded a large vat, poured in clear water, added special herbs to tenderize the meat and remove the gamey taste, and soaked the newly bought deer horned black sheep meat into it. Chen Mu pulled out a rocking chair and comfortably seated himself at the front door.
While sipping green tea-flavored Replenishing Origin Soup, he watched the busy disciples from the Lower Courtyard in the terraced fields below, as if seeing his past self.
Crackling noises ensued.
Chen Mu’s palm instantly flickered with light, as if he were holding a lightning ball.
He took a deep breath, his spirit focused, tensing all the muscles in his body.
The next moment, the lightning ball in his palm exploded. A small, arm-thick bolt of lightning shot into the air, then turned sharply in mid-flight, and whooshed straight toward Chen Mu’s chest.
Bang!
It was as if he was hit by a dump truck; he, along with the rocking chair, were sent flying in an instant.
After a long while, Chen Mu walked out of the room with a dark face. At this moment, his chest was covered in tattered clothes, his head crowned with shattered bamboo slices, and his body still occasionally emitted wisps of smoke.
The bamboo rocking chair that had followed him for many years, in the end, could not die a natural death, having been smashed to pieces.
Chen Mu’s face twitched unconsciously.
"That was careless."
Thunder, after all, was thunder. He had just complained about the insufficient power of Second Rank Thunder Law, and with just a bit more strength, he had been struck to a delightful agony.
"I cannot be impetuous; I must progress step by step."
...
Late at night.
In front of Jilong Mountain, Jiaquan Mountain.
A solitary small building stood among the sparse woods on the west side of the hillock.
In a fleeting moment, a man in his forties suddenly woke up from his sleep in the room. He frowned as he got up, looking around.
The bright moonlight shone through the window, sprinkling into the room. Half of the floor was bright, the other half shadowed.
The man sighed and couldn’t help but find his sudden panic in his dream absurd.
"Am I uneasy because I’m going to the new Lower Courtyard tomorrow, worried about my future?" The man shook his head with a wry smile.
"If you want to make your way in the world and earn more White Jade Coins, how could you not take risks?"
Thinking this, he got up and walked to the window, looking at the bright terraced fields under the moonlight.
"Farming is stable, but it can’t accumulate resources quickly. Without competition and strife, how can one cultivate?"
As he was feeling nostalgic about leaving the environment he had lived in for several years, a wave of heart palpitations struck again. His skin tightened for no reason, as if he were hunting exotic beasts and were stalked by a ferocious beast from behind.
"Something’s wrong!"
When he suddenly turned around, he saw shadows under the moonlight that seemed to come to life, quickly wriggling forward along the ground.
Before he could react, it leapt from the ground and swallowed him whole.
A brief cry of pain just began to echo before it was abruptly cut off.
Outside the window, the moonlight remained unchanged.
Inside the house, all was silent.
As if nothing had happened at all.
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