Golden Core!

"Ah?"

Li Chengyi looked troubled. "What is this?"

Before Li Chengyi finish speaking, the man shoved the pill into his mouth.

Li Chengyi felt nauseous and wanted to vomit, so he started gagging, but after vomiting for a long time, nothing came out.

"Brother, who exactly are you...?"

Man: "How does it feel?"

Feel?

Li Chengyi was puzzled by the question. What could he possibly feel besides nausea and wanting to vomit?

"Your body is very light?"

"And it's very hot..."

Li Chengyi's complexion visibly became rosy, all the minor injuries on his body disappeared, and his entire body felt completely refreshed.

Seeing this, the man picked up a sprig of Yanchun from the ground, gently squeezed it with his hand, and a wisp of black smoke rose up.

Another pill appeared in his hand.

This time, the man didn't hesitate and threw the pill into his mouth. It still gave him a nauseating feeling, but his pale face regained some color.

The blood stasis in his body seemed to have been cleared, and his muscles and bones felt completely refreshed.

The man stood up and checked himself; his illness was no longer a problem.

"My name is Li Chengde, right?"

Li Chengyi nodded. "You're back to normal, brother?"

The man's eyes flashed. "I don't like this name."

"Just call me Chen... Mo."

Li Chengyi was stunned; he didn't quite understand what was going on.

"Ah?"

Chen Mo ignored him and walked out of the courtyard. Some people say that one cannot step into the same river twice, but Chen Mo said that.

If I could live my life again, I would probably still do the same thing.

"Li Chengyi".

"Ah?"

How many people want to kill me?

"Ah?"

Is this the only word you can say?

Faced with Chen Mo's question, Li Chengyi felt his brain was a bit overwhelmed.

His brother seemed like a completely different person, and everything about him felt unfamiliar, especially what Chen Mo said, which left him completely baffled.

"No one... wants to kill you, right?"

It's a shame nobody wants to kill me.

"Are there alchemists in this world?" Chen Mo asked.

How did this get involved with alchemists again? What's the connection between what Chen Mo said? Li Chengyi really doesn't understand.

Perhaps his thought process was too fast, Li Chengyi couldn't keep up.

"There are alchemists... I've heard that every sect has them..."

Chen Mo nodded, and just then, several well-dressed teenagers walked past outside the courtyard.

"Hmm, why is the sickly guy out of bed?"

One of the boys, around fifteen or sixteen years old, stopped and waved to the people around him, signaling them to go ahead.

The boy walked into the courtyard with a mocking expression on his face.

"I have good news for you. An Immortal Master came by during the day."

"Guess what?"

"That Immortal Master said I have the Geng Metal Physique and told me to set off tomorrow to join the Jinghong Sword Sect with him. It's a pity that I won't be able to come see you in the future."

"Li Chengyi, take good care of your brother. Grandpa is off to cultivate immortality!"

Upon hearing Li Chengyi gritted his teeth but said nothing.

Chen Mo smiled and patted Li Chengyi's head. "Chengyi, go back inside first. Don't come out no matter what you hear later."

"Do you understand?"

Li Chengyi nodded. For some reason, Chen Mo's words seemed to have a magical power, making them particularly persuasive.

I've never felt this way before.

"Remember, no matter what sound you hear, don't come out."

"Good..."

As Li Chengyi spoke, he turned and walked into the house, then closed the door.

In the brief moment he closed the door, he saw Chen Mo pick up a wood-chopping knife from the yard and walk towards the boy.

"What, what are you going to do?"

"Li Chengde!"

Pfft!

"Ugh, Li Chengde, are you fucking crazy? You dare to pfft..."

At first, there were only screams outside, but later, the screams stopped.

The sounds of slicing meat and chopping bones with a machete began to come from outside.

Li Chengyi's heart was pounding, and a scene flashed through his mind, but he dared not push open the door to take a look.

He covered his mouth with his hand, cold sweat pouring down his face, and he was almost afraid to breathe.

In the latter half of the night, all sounds disappeared.

The door was pushed open, and Chen Mo, covered in blood, walked in holding a golden pill. He handed the golden pill to Li Chengyi with his blood-stained hands.

Just like back then.

"Have eaten."

Li Chengyi retreated repeatedly, the stench of blood was pungent and nauseating.

"Brother... what, what is this?"

Chen Mo said, "Golden Core."

"Don't overthink it. Just answer one question: Do you want to cultivate immortality?"

Li Chengyi swallowed hard, "I, I..."

Chen Mo's eyes were somewhat frightening, and his tone was icy.

"Answer me."

"...think."

Upon hearing Li Chengyi's reply, Chen Mo immediately stuffed the golden pill into his mouth, saying, "Then what are you waiting for? Once you swallow this golden pill, you'll know that your fate is not determined by heaven."

After swallowing the golden pill, Li Chengyi's pupils suddenly widened, and a tearing pain surged through his body, directly engulfing his consciousness.

Soon, Li Chengyi lost consciousness and fell into a coma.

Chen Mo reached out and caught Li Chengyi, then laid him down on the bed.

Looking at the unconscious Li Chengyi, Chen Mo raised his right hand, pricked his fingertip, and forced out a tiny insect egg from his own blood.

"In case."

As Chen Mo spoke, he tossed the tiny insect egg into Li Chengyi's mouth.

After doing all this, he turned around and went outside the courtyard. There was no one outside, only blood on the ground.

Chen Mo reached out and picked up eleven identical golden pills from the table, then tore off a piece of cloth from his clothes and wrapped them up.

"I don't know you, and I don't want to know you."

"What you think is none of my business, and whether I want to kill you is none of your business either."

Late at night.

A commotion arose outside the courtyard, Li Chengyi slowly opened his eyes.

What was that sound?

Why is it so noisy outside?

Li Chengyi rubbed his eyes and pushed open the door, only to see flames shooting into the sky outside, and a group of people with torches surrounding their courtyard.

A middle-aged man dressed in fine clothes was grabbing Chen Mo by the collar and questioning him.

"The evidence is irrefutable, yet you're still trying to deny it. Where is my son? Will you tell me or not?!"

Chen Mo remained calm. "Ironclad evidence? Where did you get such ironclad evidence?"

The middle-aged man gritted his teeth and looked directly at an elderly man with white hair behind him, "Immortal Master, this boy is very stubborn, what do you think..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, the old man, who was called the Immortal Master, interrupted him, "Don't be in such a hurry."

How can we not be anxious?

Middle-aged man. "I only have this one son. Didn't you say that my son has a rare Geng Metal Physique, and that he should..."

Before the middle-aged man could finish speaking, the old man walked directly to Li Chengyi and grabbed his wrist.

"Such heavy bones, such strong meridians, I knew I wasn't wrong, another Geng Metal Physique."

"Child, would you be willing to join my Jinghong Sword Sect and cultivate the Great Dao?"

If he wasn't mistaken, the child in front of him not only possessed the Geng Metal Physique, but also had far superior aptitude compared to the previous child.

Most importantly, judging from the child's physical characteristics, he should only be eight years old, yet he already shows signs of the initial opening of his Qi Sea.

Having never cultivated before, yet at only eight years old, he is about to step into the Qi Refining Realm on his own—this is truly unheard of. We've really struck gold this time.

However, this small village actually produced two people with the Geng Metal Physique.

That's really a bit unbelievable.

Thinking of this, the old man glanced at Chen Mo again. The blood and evil aura here was so strong that it was clear that someone had just died. He could tell at a glance.

However, the boy named Chen Mo did not possess any murderous aura. If he was the one who killed the person, it would be extremely strange.

Let the elders of Mingjingfeng take a look; after all, this boy's potential and temperament are not bad.

Putting everything else aside, this composure—remaining calm even when faced with a collapsing mountain—is something that ordinary country folk cannot possess.

"You should come with me too."