Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law

Chapter 796 - 801 - 802: Sorry, I’m Late

"Beast, I’ll kill you..."Nalan Yiren charged fiercely at Tang Yichen, but this time Tang Yichen wouldn’t give her any chance to get close. He directly unleashed a red Innate Spiritual Qi, sending Nalan Yiren flying.

Seeing her still resisting, Tang Yichen lost patience for words. He glanced coldly at Si Song, then looked at Nalan Yiren, a twisted smile appeared on his face: "Little junior sister, if I’m not mistaken, after Master’s death it was the Great Elder who raised you, right? If I kill the Great Elder, little sister, wouldn’t you..."

"Beast, you dare," Nalan Yiren shouted angrily.

"If you don’t want the Great Elder to die, then quickly hand over the Taotie Gu, otherwise, I’ll kill him right in front of you." Tang Yichen’s eyes were cold.

"Yiren, don’t worry about me, it’s my incompetence, failing to avenge the Valley Master, and I have no face to live in this world..."

"Shut up."

Before Si Song could finish his words, Tang Yichen waved a hand, a force knocked him head over heels on the ground, coughing up blood endlessly.

"Great Elder." Nalan Yiren’s eyes were filled with blood.

"Quickly hand over the Taotie Gu, the longer you delay, I can’t guarantee how long he can hold on," Tang Yichen said.

Bang, bang...

Nalan Yiren pounded the ground fiercely with her hands, even as blood came out, she was oblivious, her heart full of self-reproach for her incompetence, not only failing to avenge her grandfather but also dragging the Great Elder into this dire situation.

At the same time, she felt deep regret in her heart. If she hadn’t been so arrogant, so impulsive, if she had gone along with Chen Mo, perhaps this wouldn’t have happened...

"Quickly hand it over; my patience has its limits." Seeing Nalan Yiren still stalling, Tang Yichen had lost his last bit of patience.

"Yiren, don’t give it to him..." Si Song continued to speak, but it only resulted in a beating from Tang Yichen.

"Stop! If you release the Great Elder, I’ll give you the Taotie Gu, otherwise, you can forget about getting it."

"Hmph." Tang Yichen wasn’t so foolish. If he let Si Song go and she decided to end her own life, he would end up with nothing: "You have no room to bargain. If you don’t hand it over, say goodbye to the Great Elder."

Saying so, he was about to make a move.

"No..."

Seeing that he wouldn’t be fooled, Nalan Yiren shouted in despair. She raised her hand, and though she didn’t know when, a terrifying wound appeared in the palm of her right hand. As the wound squirmed, it seemed something was about to emerge from it.

"Boom!"

Just then, the underground palace shook violently, and the three inside felt the tremor rock their bodies.

Tang Yichen noticed the dust falling from above and looked up.

The next second.

Boom!

The roof of the underground palace suddenly made a loud noise, and suddenly cracks spread rapidly, ultimately bursting open with a bang, creating a yard-wide opening, letting sunlight pour down.

As Tang Yichen dodged the falling rocks, a figure swooped down from above, standing in front of Nalan Yiren, smashing a falling giant rock to pieces with a punch. Then, grabbing a piece of shattered rock, threw it to the side, deflecting a rock that was about to fall on Si Song.

Then, the figure turned his gaze to Nalan Yiren lying on the ground. Due to his appearance, her veil was blown away, revealing a pale and beautiful face, now filled with disbelief.

Looking at the pale and bloodstained face, a gentle smile appeared in Chen Mo’s eyes, and a warm voice slowly drifted down: "Sorry, I’m late..."

"Chen... Chen Mo..."

Nalan Yiren stared blankly at the young man standing in front of her, a gradually emerging enchanting smile on her pale and delicate face, a joyful smile that appears when immense hope suddenly strikes in the face of despair.

Seeing the arrival, Si Song breathed a sigh of relief as a weight lifted off his shoulders.

"Who are you?"

As the dust settled, Tang Yichen stared icily at Chen Mo, his voice as cold as if coming from Hell.

Chen Mo turned around, his gaze on Tang Yichen, his voice equally icy: "Did you hurt her?"

Although Tang Yichen’s power was 2896.

It hadn’t reached Second Grade, but he was outstanding among the Third Grade.

Yet, in Chen Mo’s eyes, he was like an ant.

Tang Yichen’s eyes narrowed, hearing his words suggested an unusual relationship with Nalan Yiren. Most importantly, he felt a sense of danger from him.

He didn’t treat Nalan Yiren and Si Song with such disdain. Thick red mist emanated from his body, seeming eager to fill the entire underground palace.

"Be... be careful..." Nalan Yiren weakly said. As she spoke, a red insect with six wings and as large as an adult’s thumb flew out from the wound in her right palm, landing on Chen Mo’s hand at her signal.

Chen Mo looked down, noticing the insect’s small size but especially "Divine Martial" appearance. On closer inspection, one could see rows of sharp teeth when it opened its mouth.

The red mist spread out, but its small mouth erupted with incredible suction, drawing all the red mist about to engulf Chen Mo into its mouth.

"Taotie Gu."

Tang Yichen saw the red insect and his eyes filled with frenzied greed, his expression turning maniacal. Clad in the thick red mist, he charged at Chen Mo.

His speed was fast, leaving residual shadows in the underground palace, making it difficult to trace his true location.

In a few breaths, he reached Chen Mo, one hand reaching for the Taotie Gu in Chen Mo’s hand, the other forming a fist aimed at Chen Mo’s face.

But the next moment, Tang Yichen was stunned, his face flushed with suffocation.

It was because Chen Mo’s left hand had grasped his neck, lifting him up.

The absolute gap in power turned the once flickering Tang Yichen into a clown.

"His entire body is poisonous, don’t touch..."

Nalan Yiren’s reminder was still on her lips when suddenly, a blazing purple flame rose from Chen Mo’s left hand, engulfing Tang Yichen’s entire body.

"Ahhh..."

Heart-wrenching wails erupted from Tang Yichen’s mouth, but his cries didn’t last long as he soon fell silent.

In no time at all, Tang Yichen was reduced to a pile of ashes.

The Taotie Gu, seeing the blazing purple flames, was so frightened that it flew back to Nalan Yiren’s body, hiding within her through the wound in her hand.

Nalan Yiren and Si Song just stood there, dumbfounded at the sight.

The once arrogant Tang Yichen before them was instantly defeated by Chen Mo.

After regaining her composure, Nalan Yiren struggled to rise, approaching Chen Mo, raising her hand to his lips: "Quick, drink some of my blood, don’t get poisoned..."

This underground palace was riddled with poison; although Chen Mo seemed fine now, he might accidentally come into contact with it.

Moreover, Chen Mo had just touched that beast; her blood could neutralize all poisons, just in case.

Chen Mo hadn’t felt much just now, but now he felt his body turning weak; when he touched Tang Yichen’s body, he had already been poisoned, only the strength delayed its onset.

Chen Mo was startled, inwardly acknowledging the potency of the poison.

He hurriedly grabbed Nalan Yiren’s hand, sucking from her wound.

Nalan Yiren’s face turned slightly red and warm.

"Cough, cough..."

At this moment, Si Song’s coughing sound arose from the side.

It wasn’t intentional on Si Song’s part; he was genuinely severely injured.

"Great Elder..." Nalan Yiren only now remembered Si Song, pulling her hand back to check on Si Song’s condition.

"Cough, cough..." Chen Mo awkwardly cleared his throat, seeing Nalan Yiren struggling to move, he stepped forward to support her: "Miss Nalan, let me help you over."

With Chen Mo’s support, Nalan Yiren went forward to check on Si Song’s condition.

Si Song’s condition was dire; he was severely injured, with his internal organs displaced. She could only keep him alive; to heal him, he must be rushed back to Poison King Valley as soon as possible.