Chapter 172: Chapter 169: You’ve Got Some Nerve, Young Man
"Alright, clear your mind, let your qi return to your Dantian. Control your body and don’t move," Mo Qi said, patting Qian Duoduo on the shoulder.
"Okay."
Following Mo Qi’s instructions, Qian Duoduo suppressed his excitement and anticipation, quickly composing himself.
Mo Qi slowly raised his hand, placing it on the crown of Qian Duoduo’s head.
Nangong Yan, Zhu Fan, and Zhao Zijun stared with wide eyes, unwilling to miss a single detail.
They also wanted to see just how Mo Qi was going to save Qian Duoduo.
"Wait."
Just as everyone was holding their breath, waiting for Mo Qi to display his incredible power, he suddenly withdrew his hand.
"Bro, what’s wrong? Am I a lost cause?" Qian Duoduo asked, his face a mask of despair.
He was in an incredibly fragile state, and Mo Qi pulling his hand back made his heart sink.
’Is it hopeless after all? Am I, Qian Duoduo, still unable to escape this fate?’
Nangong Yan, Zhu Fan, and Zhao Zijun all shook their heads and sighed.
"Stop letting your imagination run wild." Mo Qi didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. "Spit out all the Storage Rings you have in your stomach!"
Huh?
Qian Duoduo’s expression froze. ’This isn’t quite what I was expecting.’
Wait!
’Storage Rings in my stomach?’
"Bro, how did you know?" Qian Duoduo asked, bewildered.
"If I can see the problems inside your body, you think I can’t spot a few hidden rings?" Mo Qi said nonchalantly.
After undergoing the Nine Transformations into Spirit, he had forged a Spirit Body.
The process was equivalent to re-experiencing the evolution of life itself, giving Mo Qi an incredibly profound understanding of life’s structure and essence.
Not the slightest abnormality in a human body could escape his notice.
This was also why he could identify Qian Duoduo’s problem at a single glance.
As of now, the only living being who could elude Mo Qi’s perception was Niu Kexin.
This was because the Energy in Niu Kexin’s body shared the same source as his, placing her in a temporary blind spot in his perception.
That was why Mo Qi hadn’t discovered back then that Niu Kexin had already given herself to him.
"Hehe, Bro, you’re the greatest!"
Qian Duoduo gave a fawning smile, contracted his stomach muscles, and pulled out a handful of Storage Rings from his mouth.
That’s right—not one or two, but a whole handful!
At a rough glance, there were no fewer than ten.
Nangong Yan, Zhu Fan, and Zhao Zijun were speechless.
’Do you eat Storage Rings for breakfast?’
’Even if you were perfectly healthy, you’d find a way to mess yourself up!’
"Hehe, I’m just a cautious guy. A crafty rabbit has three burrows, right? It’s always good to have a few escape routes," Qian Duoduo said with a sleazy grin, flinging the saliva off the rings.
Nangong Yan and the others turned away, afraid that if they looked at Qian Duoduo for another second, they wouldn’t be able to resist beating him up.
"Bro, this is my entire life’s savings. It’s all yours now." Qian Duoduo held out the rings, offering them to Mo Qi.
Mo Qi looked utterly exasperated.
Long, translucent strands of saliva stretched between the rings.
’Seriously, could you be any more disgusting?’
’If I weren’t so weak right now, I’d slap you into oblivion!’
Noticing Mo Qi’s dark expression, Qian Duoduo quickly set the rings aside. He placed his hands on his knees like an obedient child, held his head high with his chest out, and sat up perfectly straight, as if nothing had happened.
"Aren’t you a feisty one, kid!"
Mo Qi let out a sudden, strange laugh. With a thought, a small piece of Obsidian flowed out, transformed into a small metal rod, and was thrust into Qian Duoduo’s hand.
"What’s this?" Qian Duoduo asked, his face full of confusion.
"Put it in your mouth sideways and bite down. You’ll need it in a bit."
A bad feeling welled up in Qian Duoduo’s heart. "Bro, I was wrong. I really mean it this time, I know I was wrong. Please don’t mess with me."
Mo Qi grinned, "comforting" him, "Why would I mess with you? I’m not that kind of person. I just happened to think of a simpler, more direct, and more effective way to cure you."
The more Mo Qi spoke like this, the more terrified Qian Duoduo became.
"Bro, I..."
"Cut the crap. Do you want to be cured or not?" Mo Qi cut him off, not letting him continue.
"I do..."
"Then bite down on it!"
Qian Duoduo swallowed hard, wishing he could slap himself a couple of times.
’Running my mouth and acting like a smartass is one thing, but did I have to pick now of all times to do it?!’
In the end, Qian Duoduo still bit down on the small Obsidian rod.
He looked at Mo Qi pitifully, his expression full of grievance.
Mo Qi wasted no more time. SNAP! He snapped his fingers.
FWOOSH!
A small, red flame appeared on his finger.
It was the Yang Fire of the Nether Soul Flame.
The moment the Yang Fire appeared, the surrounding temperature skyrocketed, instantly becoming as scorching as the crater of an erupting volcano.
As the flame trembled slightly, rolling waves of heat radiated outward.
The corpses on the ground nearby burst into flames, quickly turning to ash.
The faces of Nangong Yan and the others changed drastically. ’What kind of fire is this? It’s terrifying!’
Qian Duoduo was in the most miserable position, being the closest person to the Yang Fire besides Mo Qi.
The instant the Yang Fire appeared, before he could even react, all the hair on his head and his eyebrows were incinerated.
"Holy crap!"
Qian Duoduo shot to his feet, clutching his now-bald head and instinctively trying to get away from Mo Qi.
However, a figure was already prepared. A large hand landed on Qian Duoduo’s shoulder, forcibly holding him down.
The one who acted was none other than Mo Qi’s External Incarnation.
Faced with the External Incarnation, Qian Duoduo’s meager strength was nothing.
"Bro, I—"
The small Obsidian rod was shoved back into Qian Duoduo’s mouth, forcing the rest of his words back down his throat.
"Endure it."
Mo Qi chuckled, then slapped his palm onto Qian Duoduo’s Skull as the Yang Fire instantly drilled into his body.
"Nngh!!!"
Qian Duoduo’s chest jutted forward violently, his entire body twisting into a grotesque posture and locking in place.
His eyes looked as if they were about to pop out of their sockets. He bit down hard on the Obsidian rod, his breathing ragged, as beads of sweat the size of soybeans instantly covered his entire body.
No one but Mo Qi could possibly know the terrifying agony he was experiencing.
The Nether Soul Flame was the mutated product of a Celestial-level Fire Seed that had absorbed a Secret Realm Soul.
Its Yang Fire was fierce and bright, the bane of all evil and filth in the world.
To put it simply, it could be summarized in one word: Scalding!
That was Qian Duoduo’s only sensation at that moment.
A scalding heat that made him question his very existence started from the crown of his head, seeping through his pores into his flesh, entering his Meridians, then flowing through his organs until it reached his Dantian.
In that instant, his entire body, from the inside out, every fiber of his flesh and every inch of his bone, was undergoing a hellish roasting.
Qian Duoduo suspected he had swallowed an entire river of molten lava.
CRACK!
Unable to bear the pain, Qian Duoduo bit down too hard, and cracks appeared on his teeth clamped around the Obsidian rod.
Just as he felt he was about to be roasted into a dried-up husk by the intense heat, a piercing shriek emanated from within his body.
It was not the voice of a human, nor the roar of a beast, but more like the chirping of an insect.
More precisely, it was the soundwave produced by billions of insects chirping in unison.
"Hmph. So you finally couldn’t take it anymore and decided to show yourself?" Mo Qi sneered.
