Chapter 1027: Chaotic City

A horse bolted, its rider only realizing Ye Mo's presence at the last moment. He frantically pulled on the reins, but was thrown to the ground, his legs apparently injured.

Ye Mo assessed the young man, perhaps in his twenties, sturdy but bloodied, an arrow protruding from his shoulder. He showed no signs of cultivation. The youth struggled to rise, then yelled, "Big brother, help me back on the horse…" He stopped abruptly. "No time, big brother! Run! They're coming!"

Ye Mo's spirit sense detected five horsemen approaching, one armed with bow and arrow. Seeing Ye Mo remain motionless, the youth sighed, "Too late."

The five arrived swiftly. The archer glared at the youth. "Ye Wucai, keep running!"

"Don't waste time," another snarled. "Kill him and take his head. Kill that monk, too."

Ye Mo, intending to plan his next move, was interrupted by this murderous intent. He had no patience for their nonsense. Before they could attack, he unleashed a wind blade, bisecting them instantly. Before their blood could spill, he followed with a fireball, obliterating them completely. Only the five horses remained, leaving the youth momentarily disoriented.

"You're… an immortal master?" the youth stammered, finally reacting.

Ye Mo ignored him, his spirit sense revealing a city tens of kilometers away, engulfed in flames. Chaos reigned—people fleeing, crying; troops slaughtering and raping. He shook his head. Such brutality was inescapable, it seemed. The city, beautiful and lakeside, was no exception. If this occurred here, what hope remained for his own city, Luo Yue?

The youth, an ordinary man, had heard tales of immortal masters. People said their city lacked resources, thus lacked immortal masters. Yet, during his desperate flight, he had encountered one. The sight of the five men vanishing with a flick of the monk's wrist confirmed this master's extraordinary power.

Ye Mo, ignoring the youth's awestruck silence, examined him. He offered a pill. "Eat this and remove the arrow."

The youth obeyed. An immediate chill washed over him as his injuries vanished rapidly. "An immortal pill?" he exclaimed joyfully, rising to find himself completely healed. He pulled out the arrow and knelt. "Thank you for saving my life, immortal master! Please accept me as your disciple!"

Ye Mo shook his head. He wasn't in the habit of taking disciples. "Your last name is also Ye? You escaped from that city tens of kilometers away?"

The youth’s worry was palpable. Such fortune was rare. The South Peace State was vast, filled with immortal masters, but he was merely an ordinary man. Where would he find another?

"Yes, immortal master. I am Ye Wucai. That city is Dual River City. My ancestors lived there for generations. My father was the city guard general. After his death, I succeeded him. But the former city lord was executed for a crime, and the empire sent a tyrant to replace him!" The youth spoke with seething anger.

"The new lord seized the city's beauties, killing those who resisted. This ignited the people's fury. Instead of reflection, he purged the rebellion. I spoke out against him, so he sought to kill me. I led a rebellion, but we lost, and I was pursued. Those troops didn't just chase me; they used the opportunity to slaughter, plunder, and rape the city…"

Ye Mo waved his hand. "I'll go with you." He knew he couldn't right every injustice, but witnessing this firsthand ignited his anger. Unlike other cultivators, he had lived in, and built, an ordinary city. He despised such atrocities. Ordinary citizens were defenseless.

Ye Wucai, misunderstanding Ye Mo's intentions, believing him to be offering discipleship, excitedly exclaimed, "Immortal master qian bei, Dual River City is a place abandoned by immortals, but it’s the most beautiful city. Because no immortal masters come, many people don't know its benefits. If immortal master qian bei is willing to stay, you'll love it."

Ye Mo was intrigued. The spirit chi was weak here, but that posed no problem for him. He cultivated within the Golden Page World, possessing his own spirit range. He didn't need external spirit chi. If he wanted to hide from the Lightning Cloud Sect, this could be the ideal location. The only drawback was its remoteness, hindering quick access to news.

"Very well, I'll go to Dual River City," Ye Mo declared, taking Ye Wucai with him, arriving at the city instantly.

Ye Wucai stared, dazed, at the carnage, but the overwhelming thought screaming in his heart was: "I want to cultivate!"

Ye Mo frowned at the scenes of rape and plunder. Women were stripped naked in the streets. Shops were smashed. Had he not seen it himself, he never would have believed such cruelty. The city was his, yet his troops were permitted to rape, plunder, and slaughter. Screams and fighting filled the air. Ye Mo, unable to bear it any longer, unleashed countless wind blades. The troops responsible for the atrocities were ripped apart. In an instant, all troops within several kilometers were eliminated.

"Gather your people. I'll handle this," Ye Mo told Ye Wucai.

"Yes, immortal master qian bei…" Ye Wucai trembled with excitement, immediately gathering his supporters.

Ye Mo held nothing back. Wind blades rained down on the city, hacking the remaining soldiers in half. Soon, all the soldiers knew an immortal master had arrived, one who specifically targeted the monstrous troops. Looting soldiers panicked. They were many, but merely ordinary people. Against the immortal master's power, death was the only outcome.

Troops fled the city, but Ye Mo's killing intent brooked no mercy. He had seen their evil firsthand; they would not be spared. Soon, the city fell silent. All who deserved to die, were dead.

Then, a rush of hooves. A large, bearded man, accompanied by troops, charged toward Ye Mo. He dismounted and saluted. "Immortal master, why did you kill my troops? Our Han Liang Empire also has an immortal master…"

No wonder he wasn't afraid; he had his own immortal master.

Ye Mo said coldly, "Those troops slaughtering and plundering—they're yours? That makes you no better."

The bearded man retorted immediately, "The city is mine now. What's wrong with my troops killing here? These evil citizens need to be slaughtered and terrified to build a new city."