High Martial Arts: Becoming a Liver Master

At six o'clock the next morning, Chen Mo ended his meditation on time.

Seeing that his sister was breathing steadily, Chen Mo smiled slightly and did not disturb her.

"We need to move as soon as possible. This place only has two rooms and no cultivation room of our own, so it's too small."

Chen Mo dared not take out any of the things inside the werewolf space ring, for fear of affecting his sister. Not to mention the blood and internal organs, he couldn't guarantee that the smell of the documents would remain and allow the Abyss Church to investigate.

Chen Mo glanced at the contents of his spatial ring again. His phone was not turned on; he hadn't taken it out because he was afraid of being tracked.

The space ring's space is a sealed space, unable to transmit signals or communicate, so Chen Mo wasn't worried about being investigated.

However, he regretted not checking the spatial ring immediately. If he had, he would have thrown out the things he didn't need, instead of leaving behind his disgusting internal organs and blood.

"Remember this lesson; next time, always check your spatial ring first and throw away anything you don't need!"

This time it was due to excessive mental energy consumption; otherwise, Chen Mo wouldn't have been able to resist probing the spatial ring.

The process of a spatial ring recognizing its owner is very simple. For an unclaimed spatial ring, as long as a trace of one's spirit is left on the ring, the recognition of the owner is successful.

When Chen Mo found the first spatial ring yesterday, he used his mental power to explore it and unintentionally left a mark, thus successfully recognizing it as his own.

Of course, there is another way: for martial artists who do not specialize in spiritual power, they can bind their master with blood.

When the host dies, the connection to the spatial ring disappears, and it becomes ownerless. It is very simple to recognize a new owner.

If it already has an owner, then it requires a lot of mental energy to forcibly erase the mental imprint before it can recognize an owner again.

Chen Mo stopped thinking about these things, got up, quietly left the room, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

While he was brushing his teeth, he sensed his mother, Lin Fang, coming out of her room to make breakfast in the kitchen.

After washing up, Chen Mo went to the kitchen:

"Mom, I'm going downstairs to exercise for a bit!"

"Okay! Go ahead!"

Then, Chen Mo went downstairs and came to the southeast corner of the community square, to a deserted grove of trees.

He took out a Qi and Blood Pill from his spatial ring, swallowed it in one gulp, and began practicing stance training.

The standing meditation has been completed. As the Qi and Blood Elixir takes effect, the Qi and Blood in the body begin to surge. Guided by the standing meditation, they slowly travel along the meridians in a certain order.

Half an hour later, Chen Mo exhaled a breath of stale air and slowly finished his practice.

"A mere Qi and Blood Pill, its efficacy is too low; it only condensed 0.1 units of Qi and Blood! Sigh!"

Chen Mo couldn't help but sigh. According to this calculation, the efficacy of a high-quality Qi and Blood Pill could at most condense 0.3 units of Qi and Blood.

His current aura is 92.1. To condense 100 points of Qi and Blood, he would need to consume a massive amount of Qi and Blood Pills, and these pills also have resistance.

"Go to school and ask the teacher what to do! Otherwise, you can only waste money and slowly accumulate Qi and Blood Pills."

Chen Mo had to consider other methods. The Qi and Blood Pill was now almost useless to him. If his Qi and Blood were any higher, the Qi and Blood Pill would be completely ineffective.

"Keep going, even a small mosquito is still meat."

Chen Mo took out a Qi and Blood Pill and continued practicing his stance training.

Twenty minutes later, the blood and qi increased again by 0.1.

Practicing the basic stance training twice will increase your proficiency by 10 points.

Chen Mo then went home for breakfast.

After finishing breakfast, Chen Mo told his father to rest and recover at home, said goodbye to his family, and went to knock on Liu Bo's door.

"Chen Mo, what brings you here?" Liu Bo asked Chen Mo with great respect.

"By the way, what's your name? You help me protect my parents, and after I pass the Martial Arts Guild's assessment, I'll give you a reward based on your satisfaction." Chen Mo didn't want the other person to help for nothing; he wanted to at least give them something in return.

"Liu Bo, Liu as in 'Three-Knife Liu,' and Bo as in 'Going with the Flow.' Chen Mo, your teacher has already paid you, so you don't need to pay me."

Liu Bo dared not be greedy, after all, Chen Mo had a Grand Martial Master-level protector behind him.

Seeing that Liu Bo didn't seem to be faking it, Chen Mo nodded:

"Alright!"

Although it was the teacher who went to great lengths to invite Liu Bo over, Chen Mo remembered Liu Bo's kindness and would lend a hand if Liu Bo ever encountered difficulties in the future.

He kept his gratitude in his heart.

"I'm going to school now!"

"good!"

Liu Bo watched Chen Mo leave.

Back in his room, he took a deep breath and calmed down.

He didn't expect that Chen Mo would change so much in just one day.

If he hadn't dealt with ferocious beasts all his life, he wouldn't have noticed that Chen Mo already carried a trace of murderous intent.

This means that Chen Mo had already killed enemies that day, or rather, the night before.

He adapted so quickly; he truly deserves to be called a genius.

After Liu Bo became a martial artist, he and his team killed a ferocious beast. He vomited when he saw the bloody scene and it took him several days to get used to it.

Martial artists are extremely sensitive to killing intent. They deal with ferocious beasts all year round. If they were not sensitive to killing intent, they would have died long ago.

Chen Mo was unaware of these things. His mental strength was exceptionally high, even more sensitive than Liu Bo's, so he naturally noticed Liu Bo's subtle changes in expression.

He also sensed the murderous aura emanating from Liu Bo, so he quickly knew what Liu Bo was thinking.

Because of his exceptionally high mental strength, Chen Mo subconsciously suppressed his aura. His killing intent did not affect his family. After witnessing Liu Bo's transformation, he understood what had happened and began to wholeheartedly suppress his killing intent.

Having grasped the concept of "momentum," suppressing his murderous aura was extremely easy for him.

At the same time, Chen Mo also thought of a way to improve his strength, which was to integrate killing intent into his [momentum].

Unfortunately, the killing intent was too weak, and he only sensed it slightly.

If the "momentum" he comprehended was a great river, then his killing intent was only the size of a hair, and therefore completely ineffective.

Even after boarding the bus, Chen Mo did not stop cultivating, multitasking.

He concentrated his spiritual blade in his upper dantian and concealed his trump card once more.

Chen Mo had read many novels in his previous life and knew that the combat power in the high-martial world was very strong, comparable to that in the cultivation world. Therefore, he had to keep a low profile and hide his trump cards.

"Jiangbei City Fifth Middle School Station has arrived. Passengers who need to get off, please take your belongings and exit from the rear."

Chen Mo got off the bus in line and walked towards the school gate.

Looking towards the school gate, Chen Mo saw a group of students standing at the entrance, blocking his good friend Jiang Tao.

He quickened his pace; his voice arrived before he did.

"Taozi!"

"Mozi! Don't come any closer!"

Hearing the familiar voice, Jiang Tao looked in the direction of the sound and saw Chen Mo. He quickly waved and called out, not wanting Chen Mo to come over.

How could Chen Mo listen to him? The students blocking the door also saw Chen Mo and all looked at him.

As Chen Mo approached, he heard a blond-haired man speak:

"Chen Mo, I thought you were too scared to come to school!"

Who are you?