Chu Mo let out a wail of despair, at this moment he didn't care for anything… he even harbored the wish that his master would stand up and thrash him soundly!
He threw himself forward.
Chu Mo checked his master's breath and found there was still a heartbeat, he let out a sigh of relief.
But he had no idea what to do next.
"Master said, only the blood of the Primordial Beast can temporarily suppress the poison in his body."
"But hunting for a Primordial Beast becomes increasingly difficult with each passing day… coupled with the overflowing information Master had just injected into my mind, his energy must have been greatly depleted!"
"It's all my fault, if it weren't for me worrying about my safety, Master could have ventured further to hunt the Primordial Beast."
"I don't have the strength to hunt such powerful beasts and even if I did, it would not quench the immediate thirst."
"What should I do? What should I do?"
This thirteen-year-old boy finally revealed a helpless and frantic expression, looking at his deeply unconscious master, tears streaming down his face.
"Blood..."
"Primordial Beast's blood..."
"Blood..."
Chu Mo became somewhat obsessed, kneeling beside the Demon Lord and muttered to himself.
Suddenly, his eyes lit up.
"There might not be Primordial Beast's blood, but I have my own blood!"
"I just don't know if it would work..."
"Why am I fretting so much?"
"How will I know if I don't give it a try?"
Chu Mo muttered to himself and quickly pulled out a sharp little knife, gave a cut to his wrist, felt a slight pain, and a blood trail appeared on his wrist.
Then, his fresh blood started flowing out freely.
The slightly cool mountain wind blew past Chu Mo's body, causing him to shiver.
Looking at the fresh red blood flowing out from his own body, would certainly induce fear.
Yet, Chu Mo's pure eyes were filled with determination.
He aligned his wrist to his master's mouth and muttered under his breath, "Hopefully, it'll work, it has to work! May the heavens bless me!"
Even though the Demon Lord was in a deep coma, he subconsciously swallowed when the blood flowed into his mouth.
At the same time, the Demon Lord's facial expression began to relax gradually.
"It's really working!"
Chu Mo was so excited he almost let out a shout.
The tingling pain on his wrist was nothing for Chu Mo, who often received beatings. It's a piece of cake, he could hardly feel it.
The blood kept flowing into the Demon Lord's mouth until Chu Mo's head became dizzy and he suddenly remembered something.
"Master needs..."
"How much blood does he need?"
"It seems like every time… he drains almost all the blood of a gigantic Primordial Beast… doesn't that mean… I have to drain all my blood?"
"Master saved me and my grandfather…"
"Returning my life to the master is only right!"
"I just hope he won't hit me when he wakes up..."
"But even if he hits me, I guess I won't know it, right?"
Clang.
Finally, Chu Mo lost consciousness and collapsed onto the Demon Lord, subconsciously retracting his bleeding wrist and touching the jade pendant on his chest.
That was the most intense obsession in his heart.
The jade represented his mother.
The blood that continued to flow out of his wrist quickly soaked Chu Mo's clothes and stained the jade pendant.
Unknowingly, the jade pendant became stained red.
Suddenly, something incredible happened!
The fresh blood, gradually seeped into the jade pendant!
The originally clear and soft jade pendant turned blood-red in an instant!
A gentle radiance emanated from the jade pendant, shining on Chu Mo's bleeding wrist, stopping the bleeding immediately.
Then, the bloodstain on the jade pendant gradually faded, and quickly, it returned to its original state, as if nothing had ever happened.
All this happened without anyone noticing!
After what felt like a long time, the Demon Lord slowly opened his eyes. The expressionless face revealed a mocking smile.
"I still couldn't defeat this damn Poison of Seven Killings."
"Am I dead yet?"
"Well, whatever…"
"Dying is also a kind of release!"
"Butterfly, can I… see you soon?"
As the Demon Lord spoke, his stern face suddenly softened, manifesting a moment of tenderness.
Then, the Demon Lord's gaze fell on his chest… There was a person lying on him.
It was Chu Mo.
First, he was stunned. Then the Demon Lord exploded in anger, sitting straight up, grabbing Chu Mo's wrist, noticing the blood trail, and the bloodstains on the ground.
And also…
He only just realized... the taste of blood in his mouth.
How could the Demon Lord not know what had happened?
"You fool!"
"Imbecile!"
"Absolute idiot!"
"Utterly stupid!"
"This little bastard, he's going to be the death of me!"
At this point, Chu Mo gradually awoke and saw through the haze the Demon Lord sitting there cursing.
Chu Mo was exhausted, but he managed a smile, and weakly called out, "Master…"
The Demon Lord abruptly stopped his cursing.
Then, he somewhat awkwardly glanced at Chu Mo.
"Master, you're alive again… that's great!" Chu Mo looked pleased.
"What's great?"
The Demon Lord abruptly stood up, kicked Chu Mo aside, and immediately began beating him up.
Swearing and beating at the same time.
"Am I supposed to appreciate your sympathy?"
"Am I supposed to appreciate your pity?"
"Am I supposed to appreciate you saving me?"
"You idiot! Are you a pig?"
"Even a pig is smarter than you!"
"What I need is someone to carry on my legacy, not a blood bank!"
"How much blood do you think you can produce?"
"Are you stupid?"
"If you fucking die, where am I supposed to find another successor?"
"What face would I have left to meet my ancestors then?"
"Bastard!"
"Screw you!"
Swearing as he did, the Demon Lord gradually lost the strength to continue his scolding or striking.
Because Chu Mo was laughing!
Indeed, Chu Mo was laughing. The more his master cursed at him, the happier he got.
Although he had been routinely chastised and punished ever since he started following the Demon Lord, he had become somewhat accustomed to it.
Yet, every time he was yelled at or hit, he still felt unhappy.
But this time, for the first time, Chu Mo felt genuinely delighted being rebuked and slapped around.
The moment when the Demon Lord passed out, Chu Mo felt like his world... had collapsed!
He had been an orphan since childhood, with no knowledge of who his parents were.
The Demon Lord was the second person in this world that Chu Mo felt close to, someone he felt he could rely on.
The first one was Fan Wudi!
His grandfather.
The Demon Lord was different from Fan Wudi, he was cold-hearted, domineering, but seemingly omnipotent, like a god.
In the ordinary world, the majority of people might not even meet a cultivation practitioner who could fly in their entire lives.
But he, Chu Mo, had not only witnessed one, but also became the disciple of such a person.
How lucky was that?
Despite never admitting it verbally, Chu Mo knew this in his heart, didn't he?
Even though the Demon Lord beat and scolded him all the time, he was really kind to him!
In the early days, Chu Mo didn't realize the effectiveness of eating Primordial Beast meat, but as time passed, how could he fail to understand that this meat could enhance his strength?
Wasn't beating him up every day just a method to toughen him up? To further strengthen his physique and root bone!
Chu Mo could cite many examples that showed that his master, although outwardly unfeeling, cared for him deeply!
It's just that the Demon Lord's methods were so unlike most other people's.
He didn't need acknowledgement, gratitude, or even to be understood!
Even if that person was his own disciple!
He didn't require this either!
This was a man of extreme pride and arrogance!
No one knew the extent of Chu Mo's wavering heart the moment the Demon Lord fell.
No one knew how happy Chu Mo felt in his heart when he saw the Demon Lord gradually recovering back to normal.
"Master, why did you stop hitting me?" Chu Mo opened his eyes wide, looking at the Demon Lord, and chuckled.
"Go away!" The Demon Lord glanced at Chu Mo once, "You cheeky bastard!"
He then turned and left.
Leaving Chu Mo laughing foolishly on his own.
This time, the Demon Lord was gone for four days again.
Just as Chu Mo began to get worried, the Demon Lord returned, carrying a giant python on his shoulder.
Even though it was already dead, Chu Mo was still terrified by the sight of this giant python.
The python was as thick as a grown man's thigh, three to four zhang long, and it even had a vermillion horn on its head!
"Wait, this isn't a python, this is ... a sea dragon?" Chu Mo asked in astonishment.
The Demon Lord glanced at Chu Mo, "At least you're not completely idiotic!"
Chu Mo was by now used to the Demon Lord's harshness, and he automatically filtered out the words he did not want to hear.
"My God, I can't believe I'm seeing this thing. This is a seventh-ranked Primordial Beast, right?"
"You actually managed to kill a seventh-ranked Primordial Beast... that's amazing!"
Chu Mo uttered in admiration.
The Demon Lord looked at Chu Mo with a face full of mockery: Is this ignorant thing really my disciple?
He sneered, "Is killing it that hard?"
"Of course, of course, for you master, it's obviously not hard. Master is the most amazing!" Chu Mo delivered a half-hearted compliment.
Flattering the Demon Lord was risky - if delivered earnestly, nine out of ten times, it would result in a beating.
"I'll clean up!" Chu Mo volunteered eagerly, mainly out of curiosity.
Who knew the Demon Lord would sneer at him: "You? With your current strength, you can't even remove its scales. Go stand aside."
"Don't underestimate me!"
Unwilling to back down, Chu Mo laughed coldly and rushed forward.
The Demon Lord ignored him, going about his own business of cleaning up the sea dragon.
As a result, Chu Mo, after much struggling and grimacing, could not even manage to strip off a single scale of the sea dragon, and finally gave up, deflated.
He sat to one side, panting heavily and sulking bitterly.
However, Chu Mo quickly forgot about his failure. As the Demon Lord continued to clean the sea dragon, Chu Mo realized that it was filled with... rivers of blood!
"Master... this creature's blood, is it of no use to you?" Chu Mo asked curiously.
"It's for you." The Demon Lord said indifferently.
"You moron, you lost a lot of blood before. Now you need to replenish."
Chu Mo's face was immediately filled with gratitude.
With a poker face, the Demon Lord added, "If you died, my legacy would also come to an end."
"..." Chu Mo was speechless, thinking to himself: My master is indeed formidable. Even a tender moment like this could turn brittle when it comes from his mouth, completely devoid of emotions.
"By the way, have you read the 'Heaven's Will, My Will' manual?" The Demon Lord suddenly asked.
Chu Mo shook his head, "You told me not to enter your room at will, right..."
"Didn't I say that day..." The Demon Lord was about to explode in anger, seemingly ready to give Chu Mo a thrashing.
Chu Mo quickly retorted, "You said after you died... but now you are alive and well... cough, cough... naturally, naturally I can't just go in your room."
"Hmph!" The Demon Lord snorted, stood up, washed his hands carefully.
Returned to his room, took out a slim booklet, and handed it to Chu Mo with utmost seriousness.
"This 'Heaven's Will, My Will' can be regarded as the most powerful manual in this world!"
"Second to none!"
"Although it's only two and a half volumes, if you can fully comprehend these two and a half volumes, it's enough to ensure your invincibility in this world!"
"The cultivation speed of any of the most advanced manuals on the Four Symbols Continent does not reach even a tenth of this!"
"Just pity, it's incomplete... If it were complete..."
The Demon Lord uncharacteristically sighed in front of Chu Mo, a visible regret on his face.
Chu Mo cautiously took the booklet, wondering: What kind of manual can cause such a reaction from the master?
With curiosity, Chu Mo turned to the first page of the thin booklet.
"First Volume - Heaven's Will!"