Spirit Road Old Bro, Ge Hai

"I am Ge Hai, and I have already been pre-selected by the Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy, one of the Five Great Academies."

"The day the Spirit Road trial ends is the day I enter the Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy."

"Kid, don't force my hand, or you will suffer the consequences."

The youth in black stood with his hands behind his back, sneering with an arrogant expression.

Before each opening of the Spirit Road, the Five Great Academies would select a batch of cultivation seeds from the outside world to send into the semi-plane, where they would complete the Spirit Road and receive empowerment to become elites.

The Ge Clan held a modest reputation on the Northern Heavens Continent, which was why they possessed a nomination spot.

"The Five Great Academies have always shared honor and disgrace, advancing and retreating together, and the enrollment date is the same for all."

"Only after half a year of trials will it be time for us to truly show our skills."

"You think you can enroll as soon as the Spirit Road ends?"

"Brother, were you scammed by some backwater spiritual academy? You should go back and ask."

Upon hearing this, Mu Chen's expression grew increasingly animated, tinged with a hint of pity.

Furthermore, he had even harsher words he hadn't yet spoken.

A piece of trash like you, barely at the Sensing stage, wanting to enter the Five Great Academies? They wouldn't even hire you to scrub the toilets.

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The youth in black, known as Ge Hai, was nearly driven mad by Mu Chen.

I'm the one here to rob you, can you show me some respect?!

"Su Cheng, Zeng Qi, get him! Beat him to death, no questions asked!"

Furious and stomping with rage, Ge Hai swung his arm violently.

"Yes, Boss!"

The four youths behind Ge Hai shouted in unison and lunged forward.

All four possessed a Level 3 Spirit Body, moving with swiftness and agility.

Splitting into different directions, they swarmed him with their numerical advantage, surrounding Mu Chen from all sides with a display of force that was, for a moment, quite imposing.

However, before they could even get close to Mu Chen, just as they reached within ten feet.

Thud, thud, thud. With several muffled groans, the likes of Su Cheng and Zeng Qi were sent flying backward as if they had collided with an invisible, transparent barrier, wailing in agony.

"Trash, you're all trash!"

Seeing this scene, Ge Hai's face darkened as he stomped his feet and cursed.

Swish. Suddenly, a large black shadow flashed by, accompanied by a fierce gust of wind from a punch.

Ge Hai opened his mouth, caught off guard, and scrambled to dodge.

That iron fist arrived with terrifying speed, heading straight for his face and slamming heavily into the bridge of his nose.

"Hiss."

Staggering back several steps, Ge Hai felt a burning sensation in his nose and mouth. He instinctively touched his nose, felt something slick, and gasped—it was blood.

That strike had likely shattered his nose.

The black shadow entered his vision, pursuing relentlessly, closing in for close-quarters combat.

"Kid, you've gone too far!"

Ge Hai hurriedly wiped away the blood streaming down his face, crossed his arms, and struck out, a sound like a rushing river faintly emanating from his movements. He roared in anger, "Do you know the Ge Family Fist Technique, the Ge Family Torrent—ah!"

Having taken another punch to the gut, just as he was about to block with his hands, a subtle force flicked him from below. Ge Hai felt his body lighten, and he was suddenly sent soaring as if riding the clouds.

He flipped backward and crashed face-first into the ground.

"Argh, take this! Ge Family Torrent!"

Why was Ge Hai pre-selected by the Northern Heavens Spiritual Academy, you ask?

Setting aside his pathetic combat skills, at least his fighting spirit was rare in this world; trapped in dire straits, he never gave up, a true cockroach that refused to die.

Unfortunately for him, he had run into Mu Chen.

"Bang!"

A fist shadow grew larger and larger in Ge Hai's eyes, slamming into his left eye.

His eye socket swelled up, turning black and blue, throbbing painfully.

"Ge Family Torrent."

"Bang!"

"Torrent."

"Bang!"

Ge Hai's "incantations" were interrupted time and time again, met only with heavy fists.

From start to finish, he never had the chance to shout the remaining word, "Fist."

By the end of the beating, Mu Chen didn't even have the heart to throw another punch.

Because this guy was just too pathetic.

Finally, Ge Hai found a gap that Mu Chen had intentionally left open.

He curled his body into a ball and performed an incredibly ugly somersault to escape his predicament.

His current appearance was extremely unsightly.

His clothes were tattered, making him look like a beggar.

His hair tie had been knocked off, leaving his hair disheveled and draped over his shoulders like straw.

His face was swollen and red, his eyes were bruised black, and nosebleeds were smeared everywhere, looking like a chaotic mess of ghost talismans.

Su Cheng, Zeng Qi, and the others, who had been taught a lesson earlier, stood behind their boss, Ge Hai, supporting each other and cowering as they faced the devil in their eyes.

"Hoo~~"

Ge Hai took a deep breath of fresh air, the icy chill stimulating his nerves and sweeping through his body as his reason gradually returned.

This guy is tough; I've kicked an iron plate!

He cupped his hands in a salute: "Brother."

"My name is Mu Chen."

"Mu Chen, let me give you a piece of advice: forgive others when you can. Don't push me."

"If you push me, there's nothing I won't do."

Ge Hai kept his face taut, his expression cold.

Combined with his scars and injuries, he actually managed to maintain a certain air of dignity.

"And what if I do push you?"

Mu Chen stood tall, arms crossed over his chest, and asked unhurriedly.

"Why! Why! Why must you force my hand!!"

Upon hearing this, Ge Hai clutched his head, his expression pained and his face twisted, as he suddenly squeezed a beast-like roar from his throat that was truly chilling.

"I didn't want it to be like this, you forced me."

"You forced me!!"

For a moment, Mu Chen's nonchalant posture收敛 slightly.

Oh, is he about to unleash a big move?

He watched the scene with anticipation; things were starting to get interesting.

Boom! A surge of overwhelming momentum suddenly erupted from within Ge Hai.

He spread his arms wide, striking a pose—

He grabbed two people, hung two more from his waist, truly living up to the name of a man carrying a crowd.

In an incredibly bizarre, human-pyramid formation, he hauled his four bewildered lackeys and turned to run, looking just like the legendary Ganges People.

One must know that the long-extinct Ganges People could carry at least six people on their bodies at once!

The entire sequence of movements was as swift as a rabbit and as smooth as flowing water, executed with exceptional skill.

The bizarre "human weapon" vanished down the mountain in a flash, and soon, a voice drifted from afar:

"The green hills remain, the clear waters flow; Mu Chen, we take our leave."

Mu Chen stood frozen in place, slowly manifesting a series of question marks.

He remained silent for a long time.

The veterans of the Spirit Road are truly all talented individuals!

This Ge Hai didn't even forget to take all his lackeys with him while fleeing; he's quite the character.

Mu Chen shook his head, stopped dwelling on it, and turned to leave.

Having fought on the Spirit Road for nearly a year, he had crossed paths with geniuses from all walks of life—some ruthless, some malicious, and some innocent and naive.

But a clown like Ge Hai was a first.

Suddenly, Mu Chen felt that being robbed wasn't such a bad experience after all.

He needed to find a safe place to refine the spirit fruit; he would let the pursuit go.

Inside a secluded cave with the entrance sealed off.

Mu Chen flipped his palm, taking out the plump, round, and fragrant Red Cloud Crimson-Refining Fruit.

As the spirit fruit entered his stomach, streams of scorching, strange torrents surged down his esophagus into his entire body, seeping into his bones, fascia, internal organs, and billions of cells.

Even his fair skin quietly turned crimson, as if he were submerged in a sea of fire.

Within the sealed space, his breathing gradually grew rapid.

The Level 5 Spirit Body that Mu Chen had just broken through to continued to surge in strength!

ps: Just got back from outside, exhausted as a dog.

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