The Story Begins

At that moment, both men had a fire bottled up inside them. Even if Lin Yaodong wanted to talk them out of it, he couldn't!

Lin Yaodong could only look pleadingly at Chen Mo, hoping he would go easy. That was his own flesh and blood!

Father Lin looked at Chen Mo excitedly and replied, "Hehe, you said it. Don't regret it."

Then he seemed to remember something and shouted, "Third, bring out all the medicine for injuries in the house. Someone will need it today."

He then looked at Chen Mo with ill intent written all over his face.

Chen Mo naturally understood what he meant, but seeing the look his little brother Lin Yaodong gave him, he decided to go easy after all.

Father Lin and Chen Mo first told each other their respective levels of strength. It was an indispensable show of respect during Soul Fighting on the Douluo Continent.

Father Lin: "Lin Guangzong, level twenty-three Soul Grandmaster, Martial Soul: poppy flower. Please enlighten me."

Chen Mo: "Chen Mo, level ten Soul Master, Martial Soul: box. Please enlighten me."

Father Lin: "First Soul Skill: Thorn Lashing!"

Several barbed thorns sprouted from the ground out of thin air and wound toward Chen Mo's limbs.

Chen Mo had no intention of dodging. His opponent had only two Soul Rings, one yellow and one white. Was there any need to dodge?

Chen Mo could basically ignore Soul Skills from Soul Rings under a thousand years old. At most, they would scrape his skin, and the wound would probably heal on its own before he even had time to treat it.

Chen Mo's limbs were bound tight, and Lin Guangzong smiled smugly.

But before he could enjoy it for two seconds, Chen Mo broke free with ease, then tore the thorns apart with a flick of his hand. "That's it?" he said.

Lin Guangzong flew into a rage. "You're asking for death! Second Soul Skill: Earth Spike Strangulation!"

A giant vine suddenly rose beneath Chen Mo's feet and coiled tightly around him from bottom to top. It wound tighter and tighter, as though it meant to strangle him to death.

Hmm, not bad. I can feel a tiny bit of pressure.

Chen Mo didn't even use Soul Power. He merely exerted a little force and tore the giant vine apart like paper.

Seeing this, Uncle Lin, Lin Guangzong, cried, "Impossible! This is impossible! That's a Soul Skill from a three-hundred-year Soul Ring! How is this possible?"

Chen Mo sneered disdainfully. "A Soul Grandmaster? I haven't even gotten serious yet. Is that all a Soul Grandmaster can do?"

Lin Guangzong couldn't take it anymore. He swung his fists and charged at Chen Mo, intending to finish him off in close combat.

Both of Lin Guangzong's fists came to a dead stop in front of Chen Mo. Chen Mo's two large hands gripped them tightly, leaving them unable to move.

"Ah~"

No matter how hard Lin Guangzong strained, even turning red in the face, Chen Mo's hands didn't budge an inch.

Seeing that both his hands had been subdued, Lin Guangzong raised his right leg to kick Chen Mo flying. Chen Mo lifted his own leg slightly and blocked the attack.

Chen Mo then threw him away like a piece of trash.

Seeing his father Lin Guangzong sent flying by his boss, Lin Yaodong immediately caught him.

Lin Guangzong didn't appreciate it. He shoved his son aside and charged at Chen Mo again. Seeing Lin Guangzong acting like a madman,

Chen Mo found it all very dull. He casually knocked Lin Guangzong down, bringing the farce to an end.

Lin Guangzong had lost.

Even now, Lin Guangzong kept muttering, "Impossible, this is impossible. He clearly didn't even use Soul Power. Impossible, it's fake..."

Lin Guangzong broke down. Chen Mo had utterly crushed his pride as a Soul Master.

His faith and his worldview collapsed completely at that moment.

How laughable must everything he had always held fast to before have been!

"Hahaha..."

Seeing Father Lin's state, Chen Mo no longer felt like talking any further.

Chen Mo said to Lin Yaodong, "We'll set out in three days. Spend these three days with your family."

Lin Yaodong: "All right, boss."

Chen Mo had originally come today intending to reason with them, only to end up communicating through physical means.

The man was simply too hot-tempered. He wouldn't listen when spoken to reasonably and had to take a beating before he could calm down.

Perhaps coming here today had been a mistake, Chen Mo thought.

Whether in wisdom, temperament, or breadth of vision, the man was sorely lacking. Most importantly, he was exceptionally stubborn, living in his own world with eyes only for his own little patch of land.

Perhaps there had been no need to talk at all. Subduing him with absolute strength worked better than any other method.

Today's events had served as a reminder to Chen Mo.

People on the Douluo Continent generally had little education. They feared might but not virtue, and with most of them, fists worked better than words.

This wasn't Blue Star, after all. They had no nine years of compulsory education here.

If Lin Yaodong hadn't always been taught by Chen Mo, his horizons would probably have been just like his father's.

Chen Mo had previously been hesitating over whether to take his little sister on a journey across the continent. At present, he was the only immortal cultivator on the entire Douluo Continent.

If he left his little sister at home, her cultivation was bound to run into difficulties. If he brought her along, he could teach her hand in hand.

Chen Mo had originally thought that his little sister was still young and that leaving her with their parents would be good for her growth.

But now, with Lin Yaodong's example before him, Chen Mo was even more hesitant.

Chen Mo knew very well that, in terms of breadth of vision and temperament, his own parents were probably no better than Father Lin.

Wouldn't his little sister end up growing crooked in the future?

Forget it. He would leave this decision to his little sister herself.

Time flew, and three days passed in the blink of an eye.

The Lin residence.

Lin Yaodong was preparing to say goodbye to his family and follow his boss Chen Mo on a journey across the Douluo Continent.

Lin Yaodong: "Father, Mother, I'm about to leave. Please take good care of yourselves. Second Brother, Third Brother, behave yourselves at home, especially you, Third. You're the most mischievous one in the family."

Third Brother pursed his lips, unconcerned.

Mother Lin: "You must be careful out there. Keep your wits about you in everything you do. Don't just do whatever anyone tells you to do. When it gets cold..."

Seeing that Mother Lin was about to go on and on, Father Lin hurriedly interrupted her.

Father Lin: "Hey, that's enough. Don't go on forever. The boy knows everything you're saying; he has it all in mind."

After Chen Mo had crushed him that day, Father Lin, Lin Guangzong, had completely broken down. He had lain at home for a full day before recovering.

Afterward, he had come around. His son following Chen Mo really was better than his own arrangements. For the child's future, it was time for him to let go.

Meanwhile, things were much the same at Chen Mo's home.

Father Chen and Mother Chen were reluctantly saying goodbye to Chen Mo and Chen Mo.

Yes, Chen Mo's family had decided to let his little sister Chen Mo travel across the continent with her older brother Chen Mo.

Only by staying at Chen Mo's side would it be better for his sister's future development.

So as not to waste their daughter's talent, Chen Mo's parents could only bear the pain of parting and let her follow her brother.

Chen Mo: "Dad, Mom, it's getting late. Go back inside. I'll take good care of my sister."

Outside Haier City.

Having said goodbye to their families, Chen Mo and the other two finally set out on their journey across the Douluo Continent.

Chen Mo casually tossed the map to Lin Yaodong. "Here's the map. Our first stop is Nuoding City. We'll take care of something there first."

Although Chen Mo could already fly on a sword, doing so consumed too much magic power.

Besides, they weren't in a hurry on this trip. Compared with the destination, the scenery along the way was more beautiful.

So traveling by carriage was more suitable. Naturally, driving it fell to Lin Yaodong. As the boss, Chen Mo only had to sit back and enjoy himself; hard labor could be left to his little brother.

It went by the fine name of training.

As for his little sister Chen Mo, she was just a mascot.

After five years of immortal cultivation, Chen Mo had reached the Twelfth Layer of Qi Refining. Generally, cultivators at the eleventh or twelfth layer of the Late Qi Refining Stage could begin Foundation Establishment, but Chen Mo didn't have a Foundation Establishment Pill yet.

Even if he wanted to reach Foundation Establishment, he couldn't. The main purpose of this journey was to find the few spiritual herbs needed to refine a Foundation Establishment Pill.

As for his strength, Chen Mo could slaughter anyone below a Soul Saint. Being at the Twelfth Layer of Qi Refining meant that his magic power was now sufficient to control two or three magic artifacts at once for over half an hour.

With the sharpness of an immortal cultivator's flying swords, wouldn't that be a slaughter?

Against Soul Saints and Soul Douluo, it depended on the circumstances, though he could handle most of them. Soul Masters focused purely on agility and speed attacks were a bit troublesome.

The Qi Refining Stage was not the Foundation Establishment Stage, after all. Without divine sense, he had no way to lock directly onto an opponent. Once they got close, there was still a little danger.

As for Titled Douluo, he could only be said to have the strength to fight them. It was genuinely hard to say who would kill whom.

However, if he really encountered an opponent like a Titled Douluo, Chen Mo would certainly use one of his little trump cards. After all, his sister was with him; he couldn't really be foolish enough to risk his life against them.

If your life was in danger and you didn't use a trump card you had, wasn't that stupid?

Immortal cultivators weren't some kind of cultivators who could frequently unleash explosive power.

Perhaps because their souls and spirits were exceptionally strong, immortal cultivators generally had their intelligence online and were unusually calm.

As a result, they rarely lost control of their emotions. Their performance was consistently stable, and they always maintained a fairly good state.

Thus, the immortal cultivation system was destined to have difficulty pulling off explosive power-ups.

High mobility, strong attacks, fast attack speed, and Spiritual Detection built in for radar tracking; every last one was a master tactician.

Against an opponent like that, exposing even the slightest opening could mean curtains, let alone trying to unleash an explosive power-up.

When people unleashed explosive power, they would lose some of their wits, become impulsive, and get worked up to some degree.

If you faced an immortal cultivator in that state, it was one thing if you were stronger. But if the gap in strength wasn't great, you might well drop dead on the spot.

That was also why immortal cultivators rarely broke through in the middle of a fight or unleashed explosive power.

The grass on the graves of those who dared do it had grown tall!

The first rule when fighting an immortal cultivator was to stay calm and rational.

If you could win, fight, advance methodically, and wear the immortal cultivator down. Before reaching the Golden Core stage, an immortal cultivator's mana bar was much like those of other systems. After reaching Nascent Soul, they could control the power of heaven and earth, and that tactic no longer worked.

However, other systems also generally entered their strong period after reaching the fourth tier. Immortal cultivators were strong, but that was about it; plenty were stronger.

As for those you couldn't beat, especially before the third tier,

you could only leave your last words. There was certainly no outrunning them.