Chapter 114: Nan Qing Lang Ji Translator: Tim Editor: Chrissy

Ye Mo didn't accompany Ning Qingxue and Chi Wanqing because it was time for his revenge on Nan Qing. They had hunted him and nearly killed Luo Susu. Failing to teach Qian Longtou a lesson would be unthinkable; it was the reason for his cultivation.

He was now at the 3rd Stage of Chi gathering; his fireball art was stronger, and he could use other magic, such as invisibility, wind blade, and wind surfing. Having reached Foundation Establishment, he didn't need to practice these spells; he only needed the power to unleash them. He knew Qian Longtou was watching him near the desert, and his appearance would quickly lead to capture.

He was right. As soon as he left the desert, before even reaching a hotel, he was watched again. However, Ye Mo wasn't the same as he was a half-month prior. He'd been worried Qian Longtou wouldn't find him, but now, he welcomed the attention.

Ye Mo checked into a hotel, showered, ate, and slept. Sufficient time had passed; he estimated Nan Qing had assembled their forces.

As expected, while preparing to buy clothes, he was stopped again. Five men regarded him as a dead man, unconcerned about the consequences of violence in public. Nan Qing could handle it.

"Cooperate, or face the consequences," the long-haired leader said expressionlessly.

Ye Mo knew they had found him. He looked at his ragged clothes; he needed new ones but lacked the opportunity. He did, however, have over 1000.

They anticipated resistance, prepared to subdue him by force. Unexpectedly, Ye Mo calmly said, "Let's go. Is Qian Longtou dead that you're wasting time?"

"You…" The man lunged, but was stopped by another.

This man sneered, "Let's see how tough you are later. Get in the car."

It was an unbranded business car. The five exchanged glances as Ye Mo entered without alarm, four surrounding him. The driver sped off.

They expected resistance, prepared to subdue him immediately. They were masters, not the rookies who'd pursued him in the desert.

To their shock, Ye Mo closed his eyes and slept. They wondered if he was suicidal or simply dense. One raised his gun; the others nodded, planning to ensure his death even in surrender.

Before the gun fired, the man fell, blood flowing from a hole between his eyebrows. The others were speechless, the wound appearing unnatural.

Ye Mo opened his eyes. "Anyone else, and this is what happens." He closed his eyes and meditated.

The driver nearly crashed, cold sweat pouring down the others' backs. What had happened? Ye Mo barely moved, yet a gunman was killed with a seemingly magically implanted metal nail.

They were no different from the previous hunters; he'd never been afraid, planning to attack their base. The thought of the nail sent shivers down the driver's spine.

Deadly silence fell. Ye Mo's power far exceeded their expectations; they couldn't defend against it. They imagined his effortless killing.

Eventually, they calmed. The man was Lang Ji, whose surname reflected his savagery.

Ten years ago, avenging a brother in Macau, he stormed the Sea Shark Gang, killing over 23 members, including a yellow-level master, sustaining only minor injuries. He then met Qian Longtou in a Macau casino.

Qian Longtou recruited him. Lang Ji was one of Nan Qing's three strongest, the most savage. Some speculated his power reached the middle stage of yellow level, but none knew for sure; those who saw him attack were dead.

Qian Longtou sent Lang Ji to blockade Ye Mo, showcasing his hatred. Though Ye Mo easily killed one without visible action, Lang Ji's power was known. They believed Lang Ji, surpassing ordinary masters, could handle Ye Mo. Once calmed, they resumed driving.

Ye Mo didn't intend to kill many; Nan Qing's numbers were too great. He only wanted to teach Qian Longtou a lesson, proving cultivators weren't easily hunted.

The car sped up. The driver wanted to reach Lang Ji quickly. Ye Mo's terrifying metal-nail kill, perhaps only Lang Ji could suppress him.

Ye Mo remained unfazed, meditating. Escape would be effortless even from a cliff.

Confused by his calmness, they wondered if he feared falling. Their worry was short-lived. Within an hour, they reached a town.

A jade-producing town near the desert, it was new and deserted.

The car wound through streets, finally entering a luxurious manor with two rows of Wutong trees.

Stepping out, Ye Mo realized its size. Two rows of burly men confirmed it as a major Nan Qing gathering place.

He walked inside, finding a meeting room without tables or chairs, twelve men more ferocious than those outside.

At the top sat a scarred man and a woman playing with a knife, oblivious to his arrival.

The scarred man observed Ye Mo. "You're bold, killing my men. Death isn't the scariest thing; I have a hundred ways to make you crave it."

Ye Mo sneered. "You're right. Tell Qian Longtou to prepare for a visit."

"Hmph... You're brave, but you'll regret this." Lang Ji was furious; no young man had dared defy him.

Before he could rise, Ye Mo walked up. "Get lost."

"You…" Lang Ji, expecting supplication, couldn't bear Ye Mo's arrogance. Ye Mo aimed for his seat. Lang Ji punched.

The powerful blow was audible, astounding them.

... [1] Lang is a homonym; the second Lang means wolf.