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Chapter 121: Accomplished, Then Away with a Flick of the Robe

"Pay?" Bai Mo, who had originally just intended to casually find some experimental material to practice on, was momentarily at a loss for words.

The two of them remained silent for half a minute, until the young boy in front of them suddenly collapsed, twitching, his face contorted with pain.

"It was indeed a bit too much. A normal person without any abilities receiving three Spirit Energy organs at once... the original body's will can only temporarily suppress the residual will of the foreign organs. Once used again, the rejection reaction is too severe. Perhaps I should look for a stronger experimental subject?" Such thoughts ran through Bai Mo's mind.

"Wuwuwu, please, save big brother." The little girl, her eyes still red-rimmed, clutched at what appeared to be the thigh of the black figure, shaking it with all her might.

"Let's see if this medicine works first." Bai Mo took out the pre-prepared pills for reducing organ transplant rejection from the box and popped two into the young boy's mouth.

The pills seemed to have some effect. Five minutes later, the young boy's expression began to calm, his pain apparently lessened, and he regained consciousness.

"Alright, I have two solutions. The first is to pretend today's events never happened. As long as you don't use those abilities and continue to live as a normal person, the rejection reaction shouldn't occur again," Bai Mo said in a completely emotionless tone.

"No!" The young boy immediately rejected the proposal. "Without power, those scumbags will sooner or later set their sights on my sister! And I don't want to live this wretched, thieving life anymore!"

"As for the second solution," Bai Mo sliced a small cut on his finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, then took a test tube of Spirit Liquid from the box and let his blood drip into it. "Drink it."

"My blood can suppress them for a while. Not long, perhaps only one or two months; it is just a drop of my blood, after all. During this time, you'll need to grow strong enough to face a singular backlash afterward. This backlash will also combine with a sliver of my will. In other words, I'm giving you an extra month or two to prepare for a much bigger gamble with your life. If you win, you'll truly gain these abilities. If you fail... I don't need to say more, do I?"

"What's that liquid mixed in?"

"Something that can make you strong quickly. Of course, there's a slight risk of death involved." Although the young boy couldn't see Bai Mo's face, he could still imagine that devilish smile. "Gaining power always comes with a price."

"Alright!" The young boy snatched the bubbling test tube with one hand and poured its contents into his mouth in a single gulp.

"I hope you survive. Otherwise, this cute little sister of yours will belong to me. After all, the materials used on you were quite expensive; I need to get something back." Bai Mo scooped up the little girl next to him and gently stroked her head.

"You!" Feeling utterly swindled, the young boy's blood surged in anger, and under the effects of the Spirit Liquid he'd consumed, he lost consciousness once more.

Bai Mo casually tossed the still half-grown boy onto the bed, then set down the little girl he was holding. He took out a book from his box and began to read it, completely absorbed.

"Oh? Looks promising." He watched as the surrounding Spirit Qi suddenly swirled wildly around the young boy on the bed for several seconds, sensing that it should succeed.

A few minutes after the Spirit Qi vortex dissipated, the young boy woke up again. Bai Mo glanced at his current state; he had actually jumped to become a Spirit Animation Stage Tier Three Ability User.

"How is it that any random experimental subject I pick turns out to be a protagonist-template guy? Born into poverty, but with a beautiful younger sister, and luck that defies the heavens: three out of four Spirit Energy organs transplanted successfully, surviving two consecutive foreign will rejections, and even succeeding at a risky forced growth method like swallowing Spirit Liquid whole, which has over an eighty percent mortality rate? Have I become a transmigration 'old grandpa' character?" Bai Mo looked at the young boy, whose luck seemed to be cheating, and suddenly recalled the protagonists from novels he used to read.

"Awake?" He put down the book in his hand and asked the young boy.

"Mm." The young boy was seen clutching his sister tightly, like a protective calf, afraid that the person before him would snatch her away.

"You're truly lucky," he continued, speaking without a hint of emotion.

"What do you mean?"

"The thing you just drank had a mortality rate of over eighty percent." Bai Mo felt no need whatsoever to conceal this fact.

"Eighty percent... were you really trying to kill me?!"

"You're merely a common insect; what does your life or death matter? Even now, you're nothing more than a small mouse I could crush with a flick of my hand."

"You!" The young boy's face flushed crimson, his pride clearly taking a severe blow.

"You should worry about how you're going to survive in over a month's time. Even a wisp of my will would be entirely sufficient to kill you in your current state, not to mention with the help of other wills."

"Please, Sir, save me!" For the first time, the young boy mimicked a scene from a Wuxia novel, kowtowing three times to Bai Mo. "I can't die! If I die, my sister will have no one to take care of her!" The little girl beside him, seeing her brother's actions, also began to kowtow to Bai Mo.

"Bashing your head won't help. I can only say that within a month, you must reach Spirit Animation Stage Tier Five and possess your own Life Field, or else you will almost certainly die."

"Here's another tube of this stuff for you. If you truly don't succeed, then gamble again and see if your luck is truly that good." He took another test tube of Spirit Liquid from the box and tossed it to the young boy kneeling on the ground.

"Thank you!" The young boy respectfully took the test tube. "Excuse me, Sir, are you the person whose wallet I stole today? This box and your voice feel somewhat familiar."

"Perhaps if you hadn't touched my wallet, none of this would have happened. Your name?"

"My name is Luo Bo, and this is my younger sister, Luo Li." Luo Bo pulled his sister's hand and walked up to Bai Mo.

"Aren't you afraid I'll take her away right now?"

"If you truly harbored such intentions, could I even resist?"

"The things used on you tonight—four Spirit Energy organs at a million each, plus the tube in your hand, which cost around five hundred thousand—my drop of blood is a gift to you, so not counting my labor fees, that's a total of five million. Pay it back when you have time."

Bai Mo suddenly presented this calculation, and Luo Bo was instantly dumbfounded.

"Sir, how am I supposed to pay that back..."

"When you are qualified to live and come into contact with my world, then you can consider repayment."

"Thank you!" Luo Bo bowed sincerely.

"Lastly, I'll sell you something." Bai Mo took out a tube of Rejuvenation Potion, which he had kept as a sample, from his box and lightly tossed it to Luo Bo. "This bottle is worth three million. Add it to your previous debt, then."

After he finished speaking, he picked up his box and vanished into the night with a flash, as if nothing had ever happened. Only the faint sparks that flickered when the young boy clenched his fist proved that none of this was a dream.

"Huang Biao! You scoundrel, you beat me so mercilessly and even dared to scheme against my sister. It's time to settle the score." Luo Bo looked towards the inner room.