8: Section 8

Upon seeing the newcomer, Zhao Hu was first startled, then sneered, "I heard Senior Brother Chu was in seclusion, trying to break through to the Peak Body Tempering Realm. How do you have time to wander around now?"

The person who arrived was none other than Chu Mo!

He rushed over quickly, just in time to see Zhao Hu about to attack Su Lian Yue. Knowing this was the perfect moment to gain favor, how could he possibly hold back?

He immediately activated his Cultivation Technique, and the congenital pure yang bone within his body suddenly emitted an endless golden light. Origin Qi boiled in his Meridians, like a volcanic eruption.

A powerful and vast aura, like crashing waves, suddenly swept out.

Feeling this aura, Zhao Hu's expression immediately changed: "You... you're not Body Forging Realm Eighth Layer?!"

"You talk too much!"

Chu Mo said nothing more, his eyes flashing with sharp intensity.

He raised his hand and then suddenly smashed it towards Zhao Hu.

Boom!

The sound of tearing air suddenly rang out.

It was like a sudden clap of thunder on flat ground, or a giant wave crashing against the shore.

Large waves of Qi were stirred up within a radius of more than ten zhang around them.

Zhao Hu's face changed.

Watching the punch about to land, at this critical moment, he quickly circulated his Qi and blood, while simultaneously striking out with a palm.

In an instant, fist and palm met.

But almost at the same time.

Zhao Hu felt the bones in his contacting hand fracture, and he himself flew backward, spitting out a large mouthful of blood in mid-air.

He hit the ground with a thud from mid-air, like a broken rag doll.

His eyes widened, staring fixedly at Chu Mo. Just as he was about to speak, he spat out a mouthful of blood with a 'wa' sound, then his eyes rolled back, and he fell silent.

With just one punch, he had knocked out Zhao Hu, a Body Tempering Tenth Heaven Realm Cultivator!

"What!"

"Senior Brother Zhao!"

Witnessing this scene.

The few subordinates of Zhao Hu around them showed expressions of terror, exclaiming in shock, "You, you are a True Spirit Realm Martial Artist?!"

Chapter 7: I'll Handle It When the Sky Falls, Choosing a Martial Skill

Everyone knew that Chu Mo, the Great Master of the Outer Sect of the Holy Land, had only reached Body Forging Realm Eighth Layer after more than ten years of Cultivation. But now, how had his strength suddenly surged to this extent?!

Even Zhao Hu, of Body Tempering Tenth Heaven Realm, was not a match for a single move!

All of them were filled with disbelief.

But what followed was endless fear!

Zhao Hu was the strongest, yet he had directly fallen unconscious. And they, being only at Body Forging Realm Sixth or Seventh Layer, how could they resist?

"Great Master, spare our lives!"

"We were wrong, Zhao Hu ordered us to do this, it wasn't our intention!"

"Please, Great Master, be merciful and let us go!"

The few of them were very sensible; they immediately knelt down and kowtowed, begging for mercy.

"Break one of your own arms, then get lost!"

Chu Mo said coldly.

"Thank you, Senior Brother, thank you, Senior Brother, for your mercy!"

Hearing Chu Mo's words, the few of them were immediately overjoyed.

Although they still had to break one of their own arms, it was better than Chu Mo getting angry and breaking all their bones!

So, they all gritted their teeth and broke their own arms one by one.

After another round of pleading, seeing that Chu Mo was no longer pursuing the matter, they then helped each other up and quickly left.

...

After they left.

Chu Mo's gaze fell on the young girl. He suppressed the urge to examine her appearance and asked indifferently, "Are you alright?"

"No, no problem."

Su Lian Yue said softly.

"Since you're fine, then come back with me!"

Chu Mo said calmly.

Then he turned and walked directly towards his wooden house.

Behind him.

Su Lian Yue looked at Chu Mo's departing back, paused for a moment, then quickly chased after him.

Inside the wooden house.

Chu Mo was about to enter the quiet room for seclusion when he saw the small servant girl looking hesitant, as if she wanted to say something.

"What? Is there something you want to say?"

Chu Mo asked.

"No, nothing."

Su Lian Yue subconsciously shook her head.

But then she couldn't help but say, "Young Master, you shouldn't have made an enemy of Zhao Hu for my sake... He has an Inner Sect Disciple as a backer, which will be disadvantageous to you."

"So, you were worried about that."

Chu Mo showed a faint smile and said without hesitation, "Setting aside Zhao Hu and the Inner Sect backer behind him, I don't even put them in my eyes. Moreover, you are my servant, and as the saying goes, one must consider the owner when beating a dog. How could I let others bully you casually?"

His words were very domineering, and the analogy he used was extremely inappropriate.

But for some reason.

After hearing these words, Su Lian Yue suddenly felt an inexplicable sense of security well up in her heart.

She had been an orphan since birth.

She grew up in Taichu City, and ever since she could remember, she had struggled to survive alone.

In such a cruel world, it was inevitable for an orphan with no one to rely on and no background to be frequently bullied.

But she did not wallow in self-pity because of these experiences; instead, she strived to survive and even successfully joined the Taichu Holy Land, becoming a Utility Disciple.

Although she had entered the sect and become Chu Mo's servant, she still hadn't experienced much warmth.

But at least.

Chu Mo had never bullied her.

In her memory, this Outer Sect Great Master never cared about anything, putting all his energy into Cultivating, spending every day in seclusion.

Therefore, when she was at her most isolated and helpless, even despairing, the moment she suddenly saw Chu Mo appear and stand up for her, she was deeply moved.

This was an experience she had never had before!

"Alright, stop overthinking things. I'll handle it even if the sky falls... Go do your work first, don't worry about anything else, just relax!"

As Su Lian Yue was still lost in thought, Chu Mo smiled faintly and said softly.

"Mm."

Su Lian Yue nodded.

And Chu Mo also turned and walked towards the quiet room.

At this time, dusk was approaching.

The setting sun illuminated the evening glow, and the lingering light of the sunset shone on the mountain path. Golden light filtered through the tree shadows and window sills, sprinkling upon Chu Mo, as if covering him with a hazy veil.

The entire Taichu Mountain Range also became dreamlike at this moment.

"Young Master..."

At this moment, Su Lian Yue looked at Chu Mo's back and said loudly, "Thank you!"

Chu Mo's figure paused.

Then he turned around.

His gaze fixed on Su Lian Yue.

At this moment, though her figure was still thin and her skin appeared sallow, her eyes contained a brilliance that Chu Mo had never seen before.