Chapter 38: Little Brother, Help Me Charge Forward!

  That night.

  Mo Bei sat cross-legged on the stone bed.

  With a crystal clear spirit stone clutched in his right palm, his eyes were tightly closed and his breathing was steady.

  Mo Beixin's mind stirred, mobilizing the true energy within his body, which surged to his palms. The Ling Stone in his palm flashed with a faint light, and then threads of soft glow extended from the stone.

  From Mo Bei's palm, the strands of yuan energy seeped in, flowing unceasingly through his meridians under the control of his true qi.

  The original energy has entered into his muscles, bones, blood and flesh, nourishing every inch of Mo Bei's body.

  That energy slowly flowed into Mo Bei's dantian, and from the lower abdomen, a wave of warmth spread throughout his body, making him feel comfortable all over, as if every pore was open, breathing.

  He kept controlling his breath, adjusting his body's state, practicing qigong, with his eyes slightly closed.

  In the seven orifices and six cavities, there are constantly flowing shadows and light rays extending out, only to penetrate back into the skin again, repeating the cycle.

  As Yuan energy's glow was gradually absorbed by Mo Bei, the color of the Ling Stone also gradually faded, finally turning grayish white.

  An hour later.

  The Ling Stone gradually dimmed and lost a lot of its luster.

  "Hmm..."

  Mo Bei slowly opened his eyes and let out a long, satisfying belch.

  He wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand, and a smile involuntarily curled up at the corner of his mouth: "This spiritual stone is indeed very beneficial!"

  Mo Bei snapped his fingers and calculated, then clenched his fists excitedly, exclaiming: "In the past, when I manipulated true energy to complete a large cycle of heavenly circulation, it would take at least ten hours!"

  "Unexpectedly, using the spiritual stone, it took only an hour to complete a major cycle. And..."

  Mo Bei felt the enormous power surging through his fist: "The effect is even more pronounced! My true energy at this moment is at least a tenth thicker than it was yesterday!"

  "But this spiritual stone seems to be just enough for me to cultivate for three to five days!"

  "Besides cultivation, I also need to buy sword techniques with spirit stones, these spirit stones are too important!"

  "Tomorrow, continue to fight. Strive for more spirit stones!" Mo Bei's teeth clenched, his eyes bursting with a sharp light.

  The next day, early in the morning, before dawn.

  Mo Bei pulled Long Hao Tian along, arriving early at the market where the flying boat was docked.

  "Big brother..."

  Long Haitian rubbed his sleepy eyes, looking tired all over his face, and yawned: "What time is it now? I haven't slept well yet."

  "How can I be energetic and focused on tasks when I didn't sleep well?"

  "Can't complete the task..."

  Long Haitian looked unwilling, dejectedly following Mo Bei, muttering to himself nonstop, and stubbornly refusing to board the flying boat.

  Mo didn't even turn his head back, stuffed a meat bun into his mouth, then grabbed the collar of his shirt and lifted him up, throwing him onto the flying boat.

  Then, Mo Bei leaped onto the flying boat and nodded with a smile at his senior brother on it: "Demon Island."

  The senior brother nodded, and then other senior brothers and sisters came one after another. When they saw Mo Bei, some of them were surprised.

  But someone whispered: "This kid is good, he harvested a lot of iron shell crabs yesterday!"

  "Ah, and who is that little kid?"

  Someone saw Long Hao Tian!

  Someone next to him said: "Maybe it's this kid's little brother? But I think, 80% chance he's going to his death!"

  "You're definitely going to die young!"

  Long Hao Tian's face turned even paler, almost crying out loud.

  Finally gathered thirty people, the airship took off!

  "Whoosh!"

  The flying boat soared into the air and swiftly dashed towards the void.

  Half an hour later.

  Mo Bei and the other person reappeared on the beach at the edge of the island.

  Those senior brothers and sisters immediately entered the depths of the forest, leaving only Mo Bei and one other person on this beach.

  The beach in the early morning, with a hint of coolness still lingering in the air.

  Long Hao Tian widened his eyes, holding a long sword in his arms, standing behind Mo Bei and stretching out his neck to look around cautiously.

  "Big brother... it's still early, those monsters are definitely not up yet. How about... we come back tomorrow?"

  Mo Bei pulled him out from behind himself, gave him a glance: "Less nonsense, follow me closely later. If you run around and get scared by that monster to the point of pissing your pants, I won't be able to help you."

  As he spoke, Mo Bei grasped his long sword and strode swiftly towards the dense forest behind the beach.

  "Wait, wait, wait for me, big brother!" Long Hao Tian was startled and hastily followed with the sword in his arms.

  In the dense forest, thick white fog pervades.

  The fog lingered, entwining itself around the leaves and thorny thickets.

  Mo Bei couldn't see two zhang outside with a single glance.

  "Thick fog ahead, be careful! The Ironclad Crab is nearby!"

  Mo Bei's spirit was tense, his hand tightly grasping the hilt of his sword, his eyes slightly narrowed, revealing a hint of sharpness, slowly scanning his surroundings.

  "Huh?"

  Mo Bei's eyebrows suddenly rose, and he let out a low hum of surprise. He followed his gaze over there.

  On the sandy beach less than a zhang in front of Mo Bei, a faint rustling sound was heard from time to time, making a "hissing" noise.

  A gigantic iron pincer, half of it stretching out from under the silver sand, exposed and exposed in the air, hidden in the thick white fog, if not for Mo Bei's careful observation, he really wouldn't have noticed.

  Mo Bei's toes lightly touched the ground as he slowly approached the Iron Shell Crab, his hands raised high with a long sword.

  He suddenly let out a loud shout: "Clear Wind Slash!"

  A sword aura suddenly burst out, tearing through the air and bursting out of the thick white fog, heavily striking the iron-armored crab's head.

  The iron-armored crab, still in a dream, suffered a great calamity. While it was sleeping, it was inexplicably chopped up in all directions.

  "Ding!"

  All of a sudden, a clear and crisp sound of golden spears clashing echoed out.

  The hard crab shell was suddenly cracked open with a loud crack, and fresh blood and crab meat flowed out instantly.

  The iron-armored crab's bulging eyeballs suddenly widened in pain and let out a loud cry, just as it caught sight of the situation in front of it.

  Long Hao Tian foolishly stood by and watched as with a clang, the iron sword fell, completely unaware!

  In front of him, the iron-armored crab, Mo Bei raised his long sword once again, and all that could be heard was his thunderous shout: "Die!"

  Iron-armored crab hastily raised its iron pincers and fiercely clamped towards Mo Bei!

  "Hey, you damned beast, daring to fight back even when death is imminent!"

  Mo Beili sneered and twisted her ankle, her steps swaying as she turned around neatly.

  His wrists shook simultaneously, a sword made a false move, and the sword's momentum changed in an instant. Then, he moved to the side of the iron-armored crab like a ghost, with the sword tip slanting downwards!

  "Clear Wind Slash!"

  Mo Bei flipped his hand over and swung his sword upwards from below, fiercely slashing at the void, releasing a burst of sword energy!

  A sharp sword energy, spreading out from below, directly knocked the iron-armored crab to the ground. The second sword, cut the iron-armored crab's belly into pieces, splitting it open!

  Just one more slash and this iron-armored crab would be killed, but Mo Bei suddenly retreated!

  The iron-armored crab let out a mournful cry, fell to the ground, its massive body convulsing uncontrollably, with fresh blood flowing from its mouth and nose.

  Not completely dead yet.

  "Wow, boss, you killed an Iron Shell Crab! That's so awesome!" Long Hao Tian flattered tirelessly.

  Mo Bei said: "Go take a look!"

  Long Hao Tian walked up to the Iron Armor Crab, took a peek, and let out a loud shriek. He turned around and ran back, shouting as he went: "Big brother, it's not dead yet!"

  Mo Bei's mouth involuntarily curled up into a slight arc, smiling as he gazed at Long Hao Tian: "You go and finish it off with one sword."

  "No way, boss!!"

  Long Haitian stumbled and almost fell to the ground, his head shaking like a rattle drum, staring at the iron-armored crab, with a hint of fear in his eyes: "No no no no."

  Mo Bei's face turned cold, and he glared at him: "Go quickly!"

  Long Haitian cried with a sad face, his face full of innocence: "Boss, don't joke with me. Look at my thin arms and legs, that iron-clad crab is probably going to crush me with just one claw..."

  Mo Bei never intended to let Long Hao Tian off the hook, coldly saying: "That Iron Shell Crab is already heavily injured, I've cut open its shell, you can kill it!"

  Although it still has the power to counterattack, you be careful and add a sword to kill.

  "Don't go!" Long Hao Tian shouted loudly, being forced to cry out in anguish, he suddenly turned around and ran away, fleeing in a hurry.

  "This little kid." Mo Bei strode forward in big steps, chasing after him, and grabbed Long Hao Tian's collar, pulling him back.

  He stretched out his leg and kicked Long Hao Tian's butt, kicking him in front of the Iron Armor Crab. Standing far away, he said, "Don't worry, I'll be watching you."

  Long Haitian was full of grievances and had a mind to run away, but Mo Bei said coldly:

  "Don't go, I'll kill you!"

  As soon as this was said, Long Hao Tian's face turned deathly pale, and he was forced to the point of tears, his face twisted in grief, picking up the iron sword from the ground.

  The two hands grasping the hilt of the sword were trembling, hesitating, taking three steps back and forth, finally moving in front of the iron-armored crab.

  Long Haitian pursed his lips, arched his body back, and stepped out with his left foot, sneaking out to tap the shell of the iron-plated crab with the tip of his sword.

  He looked like that iron-armored crab; as soon as there was any slight movement, he would turn around and run away frantically.

  The iron-armored crab struggled and gasped for breath, weakly waving its pincers, but it was all in vain.

  Long Haitian's courage was slightly greater, but his hands still trembled uncontrollably, and with great difficulty he raised his long sword, yet he didn't dare to move forward, muttering softly to himself.

  "Hey, Crab Brother! It's not me who wants to kill you, it's that detestable Blood Demon behind me."

  "It was him who forced me, you just lie still and don't move, I'll be quick."

  "One sword will set you free, don't struggle at all."

  Mo Bei suddenly said: "So much nonsense! If you can't even do this right, what qualifications do you have to follow me?"

  It's about to die, the matter of finishing it off will be left to you from now on. I'll conserve my strength and take charge of rebuilding them!

  Long Hao Tian stared foolishly at Mo Bei, then looked at the Iron Armor Crab. His hands trembled, but under Mo Bei's icy gaze, he seemed to have thought of something!

  Gritting his teeth, he picked up the iron sword and charged forward, letting out a loud roar as he thrust the sword out!

  The iron sword pierced into the head of the Ironclad Crab, passing through and entering, with the tip of the sword protruding from under its jaw.

  "Gurgle, gurgle."

  In fact, this iron-clad crab is almost dead and has no strength to resist!

  The iron-armored crab that was nailed to the sandy beach by Long Hao Tian's sword struggled clumsily, its two iron pincers dancing wildly in the air, struggling, and finally gradually lost its vitality. It was killed with one sword.