Mo Danyan's body slightly moved, but she endured it with all her might. The Mo family's rules had been in place for many years; if she were to break them herself, she feared that Liao Tou would never be able to hold his head up again for the rest of his life.

  "It's just that." Mo Ran looked at Mo Qingchen who was lying on the ground, and said lightly as she swung her bright red sleeves outward.

  Mo Qingchen looked at Mo Ranyi's slightly upturned mouth corners and felt that the smile was particularly piercing to the eyes.

  "This time's trial——" Qing Yi Ren announced.

  "Wait... wait a minute." Mo Qingchen said, propping himself up with both hands and slowly standing up.

  The man in blue looked at Mo Qingchen and hesitated for a moment.

  Mo Ran's eyebrows furrowed slightly as he sized up Mo Qingchen, who was standing in the grand hall with a faint tremble in his body, looking unusually fragile.

  "Come again!" Mo Qingchen said, stretching out his hand to wipe away the fresh blood from the corner of his mouth.

  Or she could just lie there on the ground and suffer less, but the pride deep within her soul was shouting at her to get up.

  Moreover, Mo Qingchu vaguely felt that it was only in this short actual combat that her Orchid Fingers technique had become more and more handy. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, she wanted to see where her own potential lay. After all, ordinary injuries for mortals only required a low-grade Spirit Pill to be cured.

  Mo Ran coldly snorted: "You're overestimating yourself!"

  Mo Qingchen didn't flinch at all, his body moved slightly as he leaned in towards Mo Ranyi, while both hands moved simultaneously, targeting the acupoints on Mo Ranyi's body.

  Mo Ran's mouth curved into a smile as he watched Mo Qingchen approach, a hint of disdain flashing in his eyes.

  Mo Qingchen only felt a flash in front of his eyes, and Mo Ranyi's figure disappeared. Then, a severe pain hit him from behind, and he flew forward, slamming to the ground with a loud thud.

  "Wind Blade Technique!" The urgent cries of several tiger-headed men echoed through the hall.

  It's true, I forgot that Mo Ran could use the Wind Control Technique. Moreover, as someone who has already cultivated her Qi to the fourth layer, she can also use the Earth Shield Technique. If we were to fight each other, it's likely she wouldn't even need to use it.

  Mo Qingchen thought so, but unknowingly stood up slowly again.

  This time, Mo Ran's clothes were slightly stunned, and he said coldly: "How, can't you still want to try going on?"

  Mo Qingchen bit his lower lip and nodded, spitting out two words: "Again!"

  "Since you want to ask for it yourself, don't blame me for being ruthless. I'll fulfill your wish." Mo Ran's voice suddenly rose, and others who heard it felt a piercing sensation.

  Towards such a Mo Qingchen, after being annoyed by his stained clothes, I subconsciously felt a bit of fear.

  Mo Qingchen approached him again and again, but in just a few breaths of time, he was slapped on the body by Mo Ranyi's palm once more.

  Come and go, Mo Qing dust doesn't even know how many slaps he has suffered.

  "Do you admit defeat or not!" Mo Ran Yi slapped another palm on Mo Qing Chen's left shoulder and asked loudly.

  Mo Ran's forehead was already beading with sweat, she had never thought that Mo Qingchen, who was still shorter than her shoulder, could get up again and again, launch attack after attack at her, only to fall to the ground once more, before getting back up, wiping away the blood from his mouth, and continuing his assault.

  This sight of Mo Qingchen made the ten-year-old Mo Ran's heart feel a chill, despite her cultivation being so much higher than his. She felt that the pure white dress stained with blood, as if countless peach blossoms had bloomed on it, gave her an inexplicable pressure.

  Mo Yan's clothes were stained with dirt, and she was both angry and annoyed. She couldn't explain her own emotions, and in the end, she just kept asking Mo Qingchen "Do you admit defeat or not?" over and over again.

  "Sixteen sister, admit defeat." From one side of the grand hall came Mo Ning Rou's slightly choked voice.

  "Qing Chen, you fool, what are you trying to prove? You can't even beat Shi Jie!" Hu Tou shouted in extreme anger.

  Mo Xiangan stared tightly at the small figure in the arena and muttered: "Foolish girl."

  Mo Fei gazed at Mo Qingchen, who was trembling slightly but standing upright with all his might, and finally saw a hint of emotion on his face, which had always been as still as an ice sculpture.

  At this moment, Mo Daxian was unusually calm, his hand pressed on the armrest of the chair, his upper body slightly tilted, staring motionlessly at the scene inside, but the veins on his hands bulged out, revealing his unrest.

  The clan leader Mo Dashan, sitting in the center, slowly shook his head and sighed: "Knowing that something should not be done but doing it anyway is the bravery of a common man."

  Since that day, after worshiping his father in the back mountain, Mo Qingchen changed into a plain white dress on his own initiative. After all, the biological father of this body had just passed away, and he was still wearing the pink dress bought by his 14th uncle, which was not quite proper.

  Mo Qingchen lowered her head to look at the front of her plain white dress, where layer upon layer of deep red bloodstains resembled a blooming peach flower in full bloom.

  Mo Qingchen smiled very slightly.

  Mo Ran's clothes were stained, and he immediately asked in a louder voice: "Do you admit defeat or not!"

  At this point, Mo Ran felt a chill in her heart and hoped that Mo Qingchen would admit defeat soon. Every time her palm hit the small body, she had an inexplicable feeling.

  Mo Qingchen looked at Mo Ranyi's somewhat frantic appearance, a pair of peach blossom eyes flashing with inexplicable brightness, and the whole person rushed towards her again.

  Is Mo Qingchu a masochist?

  Obviously not!

  As early as when she was knocked down for the first time, because of her unwillingness to give up and got back up again, only to be knocked down twice more in a row, she realized that she was purely seeking abuse. Originally intending to admit defeat at that moment, however, after Mo Ran's palm struck her abdomen, a change actually occurred within her body!

  Those light spots that had been wandering outside Mo Qingchen's body suddenly began to seep into her body, and with each of Mo Ranyi's slaps on her body, the light spots' movement into her body accelerated. Later on, Mo Qingchen could no longer feel much pain, but instead felt a warm current gradually forming inside her, flowing through her limbs and meridians.

  Could it be that this is her best chance to set foot in the immortal door?

  Mo Qingchen, realizing this, naturally did not want to miss the opportunity and was willing to take a beating as he attacked Mo Ranyi again and again. By the end, his offense seemed to be getting fiercer and fiercer.

  Mo Ran couldn't take this strange pressure anymore and suddenly stretched out his palm towards Mo Qingchen.

  Mo Qingchen only felt his body drifting backwards, at the same time the light points inside his body gradually condensed into a misty state, flowing through various parts of his body and finally gathering in his dantian.

  At that moment, Mo Qingchen felt a loud noise in his brain, and suddenly found that he could clearly see the spiritual energy inside his body slowly nourishing his body. A large amount of foul-smelling black liquid was excreted from his pores, instantly covering his skin.

  Then, the loving smiles of her grandparents, the caring words of her parents, the scenes of her brother teasing her, all flashed before her eyes. Next was her life after crossing over to Peach Blossom Village, the hardships of relying on others for support, her aunt's cruelty, Liu Lingzhi's kindness, and the joy of flying through the night sky with Hu Tou on a paper crane. Finally, what appeared before her eyes was a tall, white-robed man standing upright.

  The east wind blows at night, releasing a thousand trees of flowers, and blows them down, with stars like rain...

  At that moment, Mo Qingchen suddenly thought of that poem, and then his eyes went black, plunging into endless darkness.