Chapter 1050: Warmth of Friendship

Wen Caiyi looked at Ye Mo in surprise, her contempt deepening. She hadn't expected him to be not only petty but also prone to bullying weaker cultivators and lecherous. Yi Pandie stared coldly at Ye Mo, a dual ring magic artifact suddenly appearing. She said icily, “Return Martial Sister Yu’s belongings and apologize, or I will kill you.”

Pan Yidie, a nascent soul state level two cultivator and core disciple of an 8-star sect, commanded respect. Except for Wen Caiyi, no one doubted her ability to kill Ye Mo. Ling Xiaoshuang, believing Ye Mo was no match for her, let alone the stronger Pan Yidie, telepathically informed Yi Pandie, “Martial Sister Pandie, he’s concealing his strength—he’s actually nascent soul state level three.”

Yi Pandie nodded, her contempt intensifying. “Being sneaky and underhanded won’t get you far. Disobey, and I will still kill you.” Despite Ye Mo's nascent soul state level three cultivation, Yi Pandie felt confident in victory. As one of the South Peace State's ten beauties, she had countless admirers. The surrounding cultivators already glared at Ye Mo with animosity, the previous defense formation matter forgotten.

Ye Mo, surrounded by enemies, sneered. He knew he couldn't defeat so many cultivators, and with more pressing matters, now wasn't the time to fight.

“What? You still refuse to hand it over?” Yi Pandie sneered at Ye Mo's silence, her dual ring humming as she infused it with cultivation essence.

“Martial Sister Pandie, allow me. I’ll make this fellow beg for mercy!” a nearby male cultivator offered. Ye Mo assessed him—a nascent soul state level four cultivator, undoubtedly a prodigious talent to reach that level within a century.

Yi Pandie shook her head. “No need. I’ll make him relinquish it myself.”

Ye Mo coldly addressed Yi Pandie, “Idiot, then tell me—what did I steal from that woman?”

Yi Pandie turned to Martial Sister Yu, “Martial Sister Yu, what did he take? Tell me, and I’ll make him return it.”

Martial Sister Yu, initially hesitant, calmed herself and pointed at Ye Mo. “He stole my Crisp Green Vine…”

Before she could elaborate, Yi Pandie glared at Ye Mo. “Give it back.”

The Crisp Green Vine held little value to nascent soul state cultivators; a level six spirit herb stolen from a Golden Core state cultivator. Contempt rained down on Ye Mo.

Seeing this woman's deliberate provocation, Ye Mo’s anger boiled over. He summoned a flying sword, coldly stating, “If you want a fight, fight. Stop with the nonsense.”

Yi Pandie, equally enraged by Ye Mo’s defiance, prepared to battle. However, Ling Xiaoshuang frowned, sensing from her heart-focused cultivation method that Martial Sister Yu hadn't been entirely truthful. She remained silent, believing Ye Mo deserved a lesson.

“Kill him! Kill him!” The crowd chanted, urging Yi Pandie to swiftly eliminate Ye Mo.

“Martial Sister Pandie, leaving such a shameless cultivator alive is a disservice. Kill him; he can’t escape,” Yuan Guannan declared.

Yi Pandie acknowledged Yuan Guannan's implicit offer of backup should she encounter danger or Ye Mo attempted to flee. But she didn't respond.

As the duel was about to begin, more flying swords approached.

“Martial Brother Xiaoma, we knew you’d be alright! Thank goodness…” “Martial Brother Xiaoma, you’re safe! This is wonderful!” “Xiaoma Brother…”

Ye Mo recognized Qingyi and the others. A wave of warmth washed over him, though he was surprised Xia Youshan addressed him as “Xiaoma Brother.”

Four women arrived—Clear Dream Mosque sect members, three of whom were nuns. The sight of these nuns with Ye Mo, labeled a shameless and lecherous cultivator, shocked everyone. Yi Pandie, momentarily stunned, forgot her attack. The Clear Dream Mosque’s strict rules made their association with Ye Mo, much less their intimacy, perplexing.

The already-present Clear Dream Mosque nuns were equally astonished. Ling Xiaoshuang was even more confused, noting her martial sisters greeted Ning Xiaoma before her. Remembering a female cultivator from Truth Fall City, she suspected Ning Xiaoma’s manipulative skills. She doubted he could win over all her martial sisters so quickly.

A chill ran down Ling Xiaoshuang’s spine. Seeing Ye Mo conversing amicably with his four martial sisters, she called out, “Qingyi, what are you doing? Come here!”

Qingyi, perceiving the situation—the Moon Dual Rings and Ye Mo’s flying sword—addressed Yi Pandie, “Martial Sister Pandie, is there a misunderstanding between you and Martial Brother Xiaoma?”

“Martial Brother Xiaoma?” Yi Pandie, confused, asked, “Were you deceived by this hypocrite? He’s lecherous, abuses weaker cultivators. He's a terrible person. Why call him Martial Brother Xiaoma?”

Yi Pandie had inadvertently offended Qinghan and the others.

Qinghan’s soft voice turned cold. “Yi Pandie, what do you mean? You not only framed Martial Brother Xiaoma but also us! Does the Heaven Star Sect believe itself so powerful that you can speak irresponsibly?”

Ye Mo’s life-risking rescue and their companionship for days had fostered deep gratitude. His respectful demeanor contradicted Yi Pandie’s accusations, and her words implied their complicity in his supposed lechery.

Yi Pandie realized her words were inappropriate. Qinghan hailed from a 9-star sect, unlike her 8-star sect, and even her title as one of the South Peace State's ten beauties didn't excuse her.

Before Yi Pandie could respond, Ling Xiaoshuang interjected, “Martial Sister Qinghan, you’ve been tricked by Ning Xiaoma. He’s a master of deception. Come back; stop defending him.”

Qinghan was disheartened by Ling Xiaoshuang’s words, believing her assessment stemmed from others' prejudiced views, rather than her own observation of Ye Mo's character.

Qingyi, kind-hearted, started to cry. “Martial Sister Qingshuang, Martial Brother Xiaoma is a good person. Don’t wrong him. If anyone troubles him, I’ll be the first to help.”

“I’ll help Brother Xiaoma too,” Xia Youshan declared, while Qingyue, ever silent, stood behind Ye Mo, and Qinghan unsheathed her flying sword.

Ye Mo felt deeply touched. Their profound gratitude for his casual assistance underscored the warmth of true friendship.