Chapter Fifty-Four: The Power of Light

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  Chen Mo could sense Qu Xinghe's anger as a father who had lost his dearest, the fury that arose from his despair. He said calmly, "Qu City Master, medicine can't bring people back to life. If you delay any further, Qianjin will be gone."

  "This kid is arrogant." Yan Zhiwu jumped up and shouted, how could he let this person treat him? Although Qu Tianyao had already been doomed to be beyond medical help, if by any chance he was actually cured, wouldn't that make himself fall into an awkward situation of being unable to redeem himself for eternity.

  "What kind of doctor are you, who have you ever cured? How dare you speak so loudly here?" He pointed angrily and questioned Chen Mo. Yan Zhiwu's cunning words pierced Chen Mo's heart, constantly intimidating him, and continued: "The dead are more important, do you still dare to let her go without peace?"

  Fang Ying Zhuo's eyes turned sinister, and malicious intent was born. He poured oil on the fire, forcing Chen Mo to retreat and say, "You have a life-saving elixir? Take it out and let us all take a look."

  Hai Hao's white eyebrows twitched, he remained silent, his lips tightly closed. He thought to himself that Qu Tianya would not be able to return unless a miracle occurred.

  The star river's icy eyes were all dead air, and the desolate expression revealed a chilling murderous intent. With suspicion and anger, he glared at Chen Mo, waiting for him to bring out an extraordinary elixir or some unusual technique? It seemed that if Chen Mo couldn't produce it, he would be slaughtered on the spot to accompany his daughter in burial.

  Chen Mo saw everyone's gaze like thousands of sharp knives, each one stabbing him slowly. Silently cursing to himself, what top-grade spiritual medicine did he have? He couldn't even bear to take out the dan medicine worth a thousand two gold tickets; his hands were empty, and the only thing that could save his life was the small green liquid in his sea of consciousness.

  But this kind of treatment is too shocking, and it's a crime to deceive people, so I couldn't show it to anyone.

  He rolled his eyes, a clever idea struck him, and he reached into his pocket.

  Time seems to have frozen.

  A coarse, ugly and greenish-black pill lay in Chen Mo's palm.

  Everyone's eyes were wide with attention, all focused on the pale green elixir. There was no fragrance, and upon closer sniffing, it seemed to have a slightly beany smell, without any energetic aura flowing from it; even more ridiculous was that some dust fell off its surface. Compared to the appearance of the Cong Bao Dan, it was like heaven and earth, clouds and mud.

  Chen Mo's heart didn't skip a beat, nor did he gasp for air. He cleared his throat and, imitating Fang Yingzhao's mannerisms, began to praise the elixir: "My elixir may not look impressive, but its internal power is indeed formidable, with a profound and rich effect. It's truly a rare medicine, how could ordinary people possibly fathom its grandeur and subtlety?"

  Behind the door, Xiaobao covered his face with a turtle shell, sighing endlessly. You, master, can lie with such confidence! I, Wang Ba, am truly impressed and my face is burning red. That was clearly the leftover half of the green bean cake you ate, yet you shamelessly used it to make a fake one. How humiliating, really too humiliating!

  Fang Ying Zhuo glared at the Dan medicine and let out a series of cold laughs: "Qu Chengzhu, do you really want to feed this Dan to Miss Qu?" As a second-rate pharmacist himself, he dealt with medicines every day, and even the cheapest Dan medicines had some spiritual energy. The only difference was in the preciousness of the materials used and the efficacy of the medicine, but it shouldn't be completely devoid of spirituality.

  Yan Zhiwu furrowed his brow, feeling that this Dan medicine was strange and had a world of difference with the Dan medicines he usually saw. After listening to Fang Yingzhuo's words, he burst out laughing in his heart and sternly rebuked: "Xuan Yuan Mo, are we blind?"

  Qu Xinghe's mind was in disarray for his daughter. Old Medicine Master Huai Hao glanced at him, seeking his advice.

  Hai Hao was stunned for a moment, and then he focused his senses on the dan medicine for a while. He couldn't tell what kind of dan medicine it was, so he shook his head and remained silent.

  Qu Xing's eyebrows jumped up in anger, and he shouted: "You little brat, you're pretending to be a musician, bringing fake medicine here, are you looking for death?"

  The rage of the strong destroys heaven and earth, all kinds of struggles are annihilated in an instant.

  Chen Mo stood up straight, undaunted in the face of danger, and said resolutely: "The master of Qu City, there are green hills outside the city and towers outside the tower. Who knows if this elixir can save Miss Qu's life?" With a stern expression, he continued to persuade him: "Don't miss the opportunity to save your daughter."

  Qu Xinghe's temples bulged with rage as he stared at Chen Mo's upright and unyielding demeanor, his absolute disregard for life and death. He hesitated.

  "Ah" Mo Li didn't understand the Dan medicine, she only knew that if Miss didn't get treated soon, it would be too late. She rushed to Qu Xinghe's front and knelt down, beating her chest and crying blood, tears streaming down like rain: "City Lord, give him a chance, just let him try, if Miss really..." Her head knocked heavily on the ground with a 'thud thud thud', knocking her forehead until it was purple and blue.

  "Jasmine accompanied her to the grave with him." Another loud collision. A stream of blood and tears rolled down, mournful and sorrowful. Jasmine secretly lamented: "Although I'm just a maid, Miss was such a good person, kind and gentle, with a Bodhisattva's heart. She saved herself from the clutches of evil people and treated me well. If Miss really died, I don't want to live either."

  Chen Mo's facial muscles were stiff and cold, unbearable sorrow. Before him, the maid Molly knelt down to sacrifice her life for herself, grasping at an opportunity like a thorny thistle that pierced her heart with blood. Bitterness mixed with sadness.

  A resolute glint in the depths of his eyes. One day, I will rise higher, just like you now, looking down on the small with a gaze as vast as the Milky Way.

  Both eyes are slowly turning red, whether it's victory or defeat, solemn and stern voice, taking the initiative to attack: "Moli, stay behind, please ask Qu Chengzhu to wait outside. Miscellaneous people, get out for me! Qu Xinghe, do you still want your daughter's life?"

  Qu Xinghe's heart skipped a beat as he stared at Chen Mo's deep, high and far-off crimson eyes. The sentence "Do you want your daughter's life?" suddenly shocked him awake. Indeed, what could be more precious than his daughter's life?

  "Jasmine listened to Xuan Yuan Mo's orders and took good care of the young lady with all her heart." Qu Xinghe's tiger eyebrows spread out, a decisive blow was made, and a decision was reached.

  Jasmine quickly scrambled up, ignoring the blood on her forehead, and urged: "Hurry up, Xuan Yuan."

  Fang Yingzhuo let out a cold laugh, turned around with an air of haughty indifference and left. He cast another disdainful glance at Chen Mo, confident that the dan medicine didn't emit any spiritual energy whatsoever. Then, narrowing his eyes, he gave a signal to Yan Zhiwu, who was seething with discontent, telling him to leave and wait for the good show that was about to unfold.

  The light silk bead curtain falls down, and the people outside can only vaguely see half of it.

  Chen Mo let Jasmine lean against her and sat up, then jumped onto the carved flower bed herself. Ignoring the sound of cold air outside the curtain and Tian Tian's angry pressure, she sat cross-legged in front of her.

  "Thanks a lot, Jasmine." Chen Mo said with a sincere smile. No matter what, it was her plea in times of crisis that made Qu Xinghe put down his mind and give himself another chance.

  "Spare the nonsense, I'm worried about my mistress. Not for your sake, if you don't save her, I won't let you off with just a bite." Jasmine's eyes were fiercely menacing, a stark contrast to her earlier weak and sorrowful wails.

  "Hehe~" Chen Mo smiled slightly, this girl had a hard mouth but a soft heart. He let out another sigh, looked at the green bean paste bun in his hand, and to avoid raising suspicions, he had no choice but to put it into Qu Tianya's mouth.

  Both hands grasped Qing Tian Yao's two wrists as white as jade. The bright and mysterious energy surged inside his body, urging him to rise up gently.

  In the sea of consciousness, small tender buds are full and lush, as if dripping with vitality. However, with the entry of the bright mysterious energy, two pieces of tender buds, big and small, tightly wrapped together, as if there were thieves invading, harming the young shoots of the nation.

  Chen Mo knew that he had come to oppress himself once and again, and the tender shoots would avoid him as soon as they sensed that he was not there to nourish them.

  But at this time, the arrow is on the string and cannot be released. The idea of discussing it has come up, so squeeze out a small drop, wait until I cure Miss Qu, get that 100,000 taels of gold, buy top-grade elixir to supplement your nutrition.

  On one side, the bright and mysterious energy has already wrapped around and squeezed in, it must be necessary to let it seep out a little.

  Tender shoots tremble on the branches, brushing against each other in a sudden change of direction. Resisting the silent and mysterious aura that tears everything apart, cows supply fresh grass every day, what about you? What do you have?

  Chen Mo's heart was filled with sorrow, and he let out a mournful cry. Silently, he thought to himself: "Aren't I poor? If this treatment doesn't work, I'll definitely be slapped to death. When I'm dead, what will you do? I did all this for your own good."

  Tiny buds tremble on the branches, helplessly unfolding tender shoots, gradually exuding a small drop of green liquid, a green light flashes, and the bright mysterious energy intertwines and merges with it, just like the warm sunshine on a spring day carrying the breath of life.

  Jasmine's round eyes were wide open, supporting Qu Tianya's body as it trembled, intently watching Chen Mo's transformation. His suddenly swollen arm seemed to have a huge power surging through it, contrasting terrifyingly with his weak and pale face.

  Outside, Qu Xinghe clenched his fists and rubbed his palms, pacing back and forth anxiously. He cracked his knuckles loudly from time to time, occasionally glancing through the beaded curtain with a stern gaze.

  Yan Zhiwu and the other person had a sneer at the corner of their mouths, with a vicious heart that hoped for chaos in the world. This kid was extremely reckless, this time he's definitely dead, absolutely dead.

  Chen Mo's eyes sparkled with starlight, urging the Bright Mystical Energy to enter Qu Tianyao's wrist meridian.

  A loud rumble, the bright and mysterious energy clashed with the dark energy, like two armies fighting and killing each other in a chaotic battle. The dark energy was like a ferocious demon, trying to swallow up the bright and mysterious energy.

  However, the Guangming Xuanqi was emitting a powerful and majestic aura, like a spear that pierced through the darkness, its radiance illuminating all directions, shattering the dark energy. It swept away the wildly incoming black air one by one.

  Those dark energies, like ice and snow encountering fierce flames, quickly dissipated, collapsing in disarray.

  The subtle green intent in the radiant mysterious energy, repairs the damaged meridians and flesh, slowly and steadily, like withered branches turning green section by section, revealing new vitality.

  The jade-like fingers on the soft grass, became as tender as pearls, emitting a soft and gentle glow, and the dark energy was swept away.

  Jasmine's tense teeth chattered, seeing the black air on Miss's face still lingering, without any sign of waking up, feeling anxious and almost suffocated.

  Contrary to Jasmine's expectations, Chen Mo's Bright Primordial Qi encountered its greatest test. After entering the five viscera and six bowels, that black energy churned non-stop, surging like a mountain torrent, roaring and howling wildly, condensing into clusters of dark clouds that nearly engulfed and enveloped the Bright Primordial Qi.

  Smash the cauldrons and sink the boats; in the end, the 102 Qin passes will belong to Chu!

  Chen Mo gritted his teeth, his hand grasping tightly around Qu Tianyu's, sweat dripping profusely. He disregarded everything and gathered a large amount of Guangming Xuanqi, like drumming up wind within his body, continuously blowing it in. With the vitality of healing, it poured endlessly into Qu Tianyu's five internal organs.

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