Emperor of Pills and Martial Arts

Chapter 23 - Mutations of Qian Qian (1)

Since they had already decided to enter the Tang Family, then Chu Mo and Qian Qian would simply move out from the small courtyard in Slum area and live inside the Marketplace.

Although he might have been a little uncomfortable in the beginning when he changed his environment, for Qian Qian's safety, he had no choice. After all, Qian Qian was absolutely safe in the Tang Family!

Furthermore, Tang Xiaodao had promised to do what he said, he had truly treated Qian Qian as his own Sisters, and had specially ordered for people to clean up a small courtyard for Qian Qian and Chu Mo to live in.

Originally, Tang Xiaodao wanted to arrange for some maid s to come over, but he was rejected by Chu Mo. This was because the two of them had long since gotten used to their independent lives.

"Alright, you can stay here for now!"

After the arrangements were made, Tang Xiaodao took Tang Xin and left, leaving only Chu Mo and Qian Qian behind.

After sending Tang Xiaodao off, Qian Qian looked at the huge courtyard house and could not help but exclaim: "We've moved again!"

"Yeah, he moved again!"

Chu Mo also had some sort of feeling in his heart. Ever since they left Cloud City at a young age, it was unknown just how many times the two of them had moved.

Chu Mo looked at Qian Qian, and said: "Could it be that you're not used to it?"

"I'm fine!"

Qian Qian shook her head, and smiled sweetly: As long as I'm together with you!

"Don't worry, I will never abandon you!" Chu Mo also laughed, and said: "Alright, let's quickly tidy up our new home!"

Saying that, Chu Mo and Qian Qian got busy, and started arranging their new home.

New home new weather, old life!

Although he had entered the Tang Family and moved into his new home, Chu Mo's life had not changed at all.

And this was exactly what Tang Xiaodao had expected.

With Chu Mo's current strength, he could definitely sense the Heaven and Earth spiritual energy to advance into the Condensing Yuan Level, but he did not do so.

The reason was simple: body tempering was insufficient!

These four words, came from the danwu space's wumen!

The danwu space came from a blackstone, and the blackstone was the only thing that the Master Mo Yuntian had left for Chu Mo. Regarding this, Chu Mo had to understand, he had to enter the wumen first.

Therefore, Chu Mo decided that he would definitely not cultivate the Spiritual Energy before his body reached the requirements to cultivate the wumen!

It was not willfulness, but a obsession!

Faintly, Chu Mo felt that this danwu space should be hiding some kind of heaven-shaking secret, he had to find out.

For such a goal, Chu Mo decided to continue tempering his body.

Even though Chu Mo's body tempering had already reached the level of invincibility within the same realm, he was still unable to meet the requirements of wumen, and could only continue to refine his body.

Refining the body wasn't difficult!

However, ordinary body tempering fist techniques were already useless against the current Chu Mo. The only way to help him in body tempering was by using the Tyrant Fist that the Master had taught him.

The Tyrant Fist, the fist was just like its name, domineering and unparalleled.

The Tyrant Fist used the power of his muscles to propel her sleeves out, and each sound was stronger than the last. With the superimposed sound of the muscles, the power of the Tyrant Fist could not be underestimated.

Right now, Chu Mo could already activate the power of nine echoes, reaching the pinnacle of Tyrant Fist, his strength comparable to a high-grade Martial Skills.

However, Chu Mo faintly felt that these nine echoes did not seem to be the end of the Tyrant Fist …

"Perhaps, if I were to continue cultivating, I might be able to reach the tenth echo?" When that time comes, we should be able to open the wumen! "

Although it was just a guess, Chu Mo felt that it was close to the truth, and unknowingly gave himself a sliver of hope to unravel the danwu space's secret.

After thinking about it, Chu Mo started to cultivate.

Both of his arms shook, and his sleeves moved up and down as his muscles shook, using the power of Tyrant Fist.

"It seems like he can only produce nine echoes!"

With regards to the Tyrant Fist, Chu Mo had long ago become familiar with it, he only needed a single glance to be able to tell that his arm only had nine echoes worth of power.

"Pa Pa Pa …"

Sure enough, after nine echoes, the power overlapped and overlapped with each other, releasing a powerful force!

The power of nine echoes instantly exploded out!

Chu Mo clenched his fist, and gathered all of the power of nine echoes into the center of his fist, and instantly felt a strong force pressing on his fist, pushing it back and forth, almost to the point of breaking out of his fist.

Feeling the familiar nine echoes, Chu Mo could not help but shake his head and sigh: "It's only nine echoes, it's not enough!"

With that, Chu Mo dispersed all the energy in the center of his fist and started a new round of Tyrant Fist cultivation.