Chapter 41: Chapter 41: Purple Sun Turtle
In the evening, Chen Mo asked Han Anniang to cook the "Purple Sun Turtle" he brought back.
Chen Mo didn’t mention that the turtle was stolen, he simply said he caught it himself and called it a Cyan Turtle.
And he reminded her not to tell outsiders.
"Uncle, what do you take me for? I’m not a blabbermouth," Han Anniang said softly.
Chen Mo knew Han Anniang wasn’t a blabbermouth, but there was no harm in reminding her.
...
Soon, the "Purple Sun Turtle" was stewed, with ingredients like soybeans, red dates, and goji berries added.
"Uncle, this turtle smells amazing," Han Anniang said softly, waving the steam rising from the pot.
Chen Mo leaned in for a sniff, indeed there was a captivating aroma that made him want to lick the pot clean.
Chen Mo picked up chopsticks, grabbed a piece, and ate it while it was hot.
[Meat consumption count +0.5, Blood Nourishing Technique experience +0.5.]
As the turtle meat entered his stomach, Chen Mo felt a subtle, strange energy integrate into his flesh.
The most surprising part was that just by eating one piece, his Blood Nourishing Technique gained 0.5 experience.
Back then, a Bear Gall only added one point.
This bite of turtle meat was as good as half a Bear Gall.
It seems this turtle is indeed the Purple Sun Turtle as that person claimed.
Unfortunately, Chen Mo knows little about cultivation matters; even the books read by his original self didn’t detail this, and Chen Da only mentioned a few words.
Not much useful information, he has to figure these things out on his own, bit by bit.
Unfortunately, before stewing this Purple Sun Turtle, Chen Mo specifically weighed it; it weighed twenty-five pounds, but the shell alone weighed ten pounds.
The remaining meat was only fifteen pounds.
And all fifteen pounds of meat, Chen Mo had Han Anniang cook it all.
"Sister-in-law, let’s eat."
Chen Mo served all the turtle meat from the pot, spoke to Han Anniang, and then sat down to feast.
[Meat consumption count +0.5, Blood Nourishing Technique experience +0.5.]
[Meat consumption count +0.5, Blood Nourishing Technique experience +0.5.]
[Meat consumption...]
After eating about ten bites, Chen Mo noticed something wrong; he felt like his whole blood was burning, similar to when he first entered the grade, but his skin didn’t turn red.
Chen Mo felt strands of unique energy integrating into his flesh.
He felt exceptionally excited, especially in a certain place, which was even more restless.
He checked his system panel.
[Name: Chen Mo.]
[Age: 16.]
[Cultivation Technique: Blood Nourishing Technique (Small Success 288.8/500).]
[Realm: Refining Skin (Ninth Grade).]
[Power: 39.]
[Skills: Demon-breaking Saber Technique (Intermediate 77309/200000).]
The turtle meat he just ate increased his Blood Nourishing Technique by more than five points.
But that’s not the key issue.
The key is, his power actually increased by one point.
Don’t underestimate this single point.
Keep in mind, the average person’s power is 7 points; he worked hard to increase it to eight points; aside from later entering the grade, which significantly boosted strength, after reaching 38 points, no matter what he ate or how intense his training was, his power never increased again.
But now, just by eating a few bites of turtle meat, his power increased by one point.
Yet he hasn’t broken through.
Suppressing his excitement, Chen Mo continued to gobble down the food.
[Meat consumption count +0.5, Blood Nourishing Technique experience +0.5.]
[...]
Under his fervent eating, half of the turtle meat in the bowl was gone.
And the restless feeling in his heart couldn’t be subdued anymore, his gaze involuntarily turned to Han Anniang sitting beside him.
Perhaps due to better living conditions or the nourishment of love, Han Anniang’s skin looked whiter, her face glowing and rosy, her eating manner more ladylike, her rosy lips lightly opening, exuding alluring moisture.
Noticing Chen Mo’s fiery gaze, Han Anniang looked at him with her chopsticks in her mouth: "Uncle, what’s wrong?"
Chen Mo knew Han Anniang’s menstrual period hadn’t ended, he definitely wouldn’t fight a bloody battle.
He had no choice but to walk to the water tank, and under Han Anniang’s surprised gaze, plunged his head into the cold water.
The cold water instantly calmed Chen Mo down quite a bit.
This scene startled Han Anniang, who quickly put down her bowl and chopsticks, got up to pull him away: "Uncle, what are you doing? It’s freezing, you’ll get sick."
Cold water droplets dripped from his head, soaking Chen Mo’s clothes; originally calmer with the cold water’s suppression, he became restless again without it.
Amid Han Anniang’s cry of surprise, Chen Mo tightly embraced Han Anniang, almost wanting to meld her into his body.
"Uncle, you’re... hugging too tight, I can hardly breathe."
Chen Mo barely heard her, holding Han Anniang and starting to kiss her.
"Uncle, don’t..." Han Anniang struggled.
"Sister-in-law, I..." Chen Mo blew lightly into Han Anniang’s ear.
Han Anniang’s body instantly softened, fearfully saying: "But... but my period hasn’t ended."
"Sister-in-law can..." Chen Mo whispered in her ear.
Upon hearing this, Han Anniang instinctively wanted to refuse, but seeing Chen Mo’s pained appearance, she couldn’t bring herself to deny him, thinking about how good Uncle is to her, she felt there was nothing she couldn’t do.
Han Anniang...
Outside the kitchen, the snow fell heavier, the cold wind howled, and the world became dimly dark and bleak.
...
South of the county town.
Qinghe Gang headquarters.
Deep into the night, a small county town wasn’t like the capital with no curfew; when darkness fell, the candle lights and lamps within the town were extinguished one by one.
But in an estate hidden among the woods here, the lights were brightly lit.
Qinghe Gang was established by Yang Wei.
Originally named Yang Niu, he became known after killing a bear, catching the eye of Landlord Yi, who made Yang Niu his son-in-law.
Later, after Landlord Yi passed away and his son was killed by a bear earlier on, Yang Niu inherited Landlord Yi’s estate.
Following that, he formed Qinghe Gang, rallying a thousand gang members, absorbing small and large gangs in Pingting County and surrounding Qingtian County, becoming the largest gang in both counties, his fame unparalleled, Yang Niu changed his name to Yang Wei, and was respectfully called Master Xiong.
As year-end approached, Master Xiong called the eight hall masters together for a summary and overview of the year’s gang development and income.
But it’s already 7:45 PM, and Chen Hu, the hall master responsible for Qinghe Gang’s aquatic business, still hadn’t arrived.
Sitting at the head, Yang Wei’s face was stormy.
Below, the seven hall masters mostly remained quiet as cicadas in the cold, while a chubby man with big ears secretly felt a bit of schadenfreude.
"That Chen Mao, even dare miss Master Xiong’s meeting..."
"It’s not good."
Suddenly, a subordinate rushed in frantically.