Cultivation Begins with Caring for Sister-in-law Chapter 46: Eighth Grade Bone Refining

The night was hazy, with the cold wind brushing past the courtyard gate, making a rustling sound in the gap.

Although the kang wasn’t large, for the two of them, the space was still wide and spacious enough, and lying on it, they didn’t feel crowded.

Chen Mo gently held Han Anniang and said, "Sister-in-law, do you want to leave Pingting County?"

As a transmigrator, Chen Mo had enjoyed peace for too long, suddenly thrust into such a chaotic world where the governnt and gangs were like ferocious tigers devouring people, and the common people like mayflies, one wave could result in ruined hos and lost lives. Peace and tranquility had beco a rare luxury.

Chen Mo originally thought he had adapted to this world, but he had not.

He never intended to harm anyone, but just by killing a minor thug like Brother Hu, it affected so many, making many suffer for him.

He thought he had considered everything thoroughly, painstakingly preparing, but at most, that was equivalent to a small boat struggling to float; to sail through these chaotic tis was far from sufficient.

Thinking of the rebel army attacking Qingzhou in the spring of the coming year.

Various matters made Chen Mo feel the urge to escape.

If it couldn’t be resolved, then couldn’t they just leave?

In such a vast world, was there truly no place for peace and quiet?

"Where would we go if we leave Pingting County?" Han Anniang narrowed her clear, rippling eyes, her brows slightly furrowed, as waves like tides surged in, making it impossible for her to focus.

She said, "Uncle... do you have any acquaintances outside?"

Indeed, where could they go after leaving Pingting County.

The original self hadn’t even been out of Qingzhou, and as for him, he was rely a soul from another world.

Wanting to escape, but who knows if other places are the sa as Pingting County.

The events in Pingting County might be just a microcosm for the entire Great Song Dynasty.

In chaotic tis, no one can remain unaffected.

In the end, it’s still about power, power.

If one’s power were strong enough, even facing the Qinghe Gang crowd, saying, "I killed Brother Hu and the others."

What could they do to ?

"Sister-in-law, we won’t leave; we’ll stay in Pingting County..."

In just a short ti, Chen Mo resolved many things in his mind, letting out a shout.

You are ruthless, then I will be even more ruthless than you.

Chen Mo’s eyes were deep, and in the room, a sound like bamboo breaking was heard.

"Uncle..." Han Anniang turned around and said softly, her gaze suddenly a bit resentful as she looked at the young man.

"Sister-in-law, I’ll show you a fairy..."

Chen Mo scooped up Han Anniang, and with the latter’s startled cry, he held her...

And it was unknown how long had passed, perhaps by midnight, the snow outside had stopped, and the cold wind had lessened significantly, with only the light inside the house gently flickering, then suddenly, the light went out, and everything returned to silence.

Chen Mo held the now curled-up Han Anniang, a surge of indescribable feelings arose within him.

...

The next day, Chen Mo began to widen the cellar, ideally being able to dig a passage out before the spring.

Thus, even if the rebels from the Northern Land invade, they could hide in the cellar.

As for whether the rebels would search carefully?

Unless soone who knows the Chen Family cellar informs them, otherwise, the city’s riches are more tempting than the rural villages outside, and they wouldn’t waste much ti in a small mountain village like this.

Chen Mo called Zhang River over to help.

He actually considered keeping it from Zhang River.

But the power of one person is ultimately limited, and besides, he still needed to practice his sword technique to increase power; if he spent his ti digging the passage, then there would be no ti for sword practice.

As for whether Zhang River would inform?

It was unlikely.

Firstly, Chen Mo had no enmity with him.

Secondly, if the tunnel was truly dug out, it would benefit Zhang River too, and later when the ti ca, Zhang River and his family could also hide there.

Lastly, both of them were already in the sa boat, and Zhang River wouldn’t harm his own interests.

Also, Zhang River had a family, he wasn’t a lone wolf, and he knew Chen Mo’s thods, having no reason to inform.

Of course, the heart of defense is indispensable, Chen Mo was still a bit wary of him.

As for the soil dug out from the cellar, they would dispose of it at night.

In the countryside, unlike the city, dumping it casually into so corner wouldn’t attract attention from others.

...

A day later.

At night.

[at supplent count 0.05, Blood Nourishing Technique experience 0.05.]

[at supplent count 0.05, Blood Nourishing Technique experience 0.05.]

[...]

As the Blood Nourishing Technique experience reached (Small Success 499.95/500).

Chen Mo took another bite of bear at.

"Boom!"

In an instant, a peculiar energy several tis larger than when first entering Entry Grade surged from nowhere, flooding into his body.

A small portion was retained by the body, a part absorbed by the flesh, and most of it rged into his bones.

Just like when he entered Entry Grade, Chen Mo felt a fire ignite within him, burning his blood.

But unlike last ti, he felt his bones were being roasted over a fire.

Strands of scorching energy road throughout his body, traversing through ridians, finally gathering in the dantian.

His whole body once again emitted steam, like a boiling kettle, constantly steaming.

Yet he didn’t feel uncomfortable at all; instead, he felt all his pores opening, a comfort that only made him want to hum.

Sweat covered his body like flowing water.

During this process, strands of power ford within his flesh, bones, and ridians.

"Uncle."

Han Anniang widened her eyes, but having experienced this once, she didn’t panic like last ti.

Instead, she secured the kitchen doors and windows, clenched her palms, and watched Chen Mo intently with imnse tension.

After a quarter of an hour, Chen Mo took a deep breath, the surging heat within gradually dissipating.

He ignored Han Anniang’s worried gaze and imdiately pulled up the panel to check.

[Na: Chen Mo.]

[Age: 16.]

[Cultivation Technique: Blood Nourishing Technique (Great Success 0/1000).]

[Realm: Bone Refining (Eighth Grade).]

[Power: 85.]

[Skills: Demon-breaking Saber Technique (Interdiate 123655/200000).]

Looking at the "85" under the power section.

Chen Mo blinked, and a sudden "evil thought" surged in his mind; he quickly returned to the room, picking up the Tang Blade he had forged.

Instantly, the power section changed to "85 32".

What was the highest power of the guard next to that black-clad woman?

His peripheral vision swept to the corner of the room, eyeing the stone used for training arm strength. He bent down and picked it up, gently applying a force, pinching off a piece, and then held this piece in his palm.

With a forceful grip.

He spread his fingers, palm down.

A puff of white powder scattered away.

"Uncle..." At this mont, the worried Han Anniang also walked into the room, wanting to see how he was doing.

But as soon as she entered, Chen Mo grabbed her hand.

Then with a gentle pull, Han Anniang let out a cry, seeming to fly towards him like a butterfly.

Chen Mo put down the Tang Blade, embraced her, and spun in a circle in the snow, laughing heartily.