Chapter 154: Who’s the Other One For?

Translator: Tim Editor: Chrissy

Few powers could surpass the Song Family in intelligence gathering. Aside from the government, the Song Family ranked among the top three.

The Song Family learned of the events at the Ye Family that night and held another emergency family meeting.

Such frequent meetings were unprecedented for the Song Family, but everyone knew it was because of Ye Mo.

Even Song Yi was brought in, his injuries far more severe than Song Shaochen’s.

Song Qiming looked coldly at Song Yi and said, “Song Yi, you disregarded Song Family rules and challenged Ye Mo alone. Leave Beijing tomorrow and go elsewhere. You are not to return without my order.”

Song Qiming’s calm, decisive action was on par with Ye Beirong’s.

Hearing his banishment from Beijing, Song Yi’s face paled. He quickly said, “Big Uncle, I didn’t know it was Ye Mo.”

Song Qiming remained silent, his face furious.

Song Yi’s heart sank. Before he could speak further, he was carried away.

Song Qiming then said, “Song Yi claims he didn’t know it was Ye Mo, but if he weren’t so arrogant, this wouldn’t have happened. Our Song Family isn’t afraid of Ye Mo; we will deal with him eventually, but not now. If anyone makes the same mistake as Song Yi, don’t blame me. Song Hai, report on the news you received from the Sai Na Peninsula last night.”

No one dared speak. To do so would anger the family head. Even a direct descendant like Song Yi was easily dismissed. Who would dare disobey? Furthermore, the head’s own son was killed by Ye Mo; no one wanted revenge more than Song Qiming. If he could endure it, who wouldn’t? They could only conclude that Song Yi was unlucky, his arrogance his undoing.

Song Qiming felt frustrated. He had wanted to wait for Hu Qiu’s master’s return before acting against Ye Mo, but now that seemed insufficient.

Song Hai stood, saying, “According to reports from the Sai Na Peninsula, Ye Mo went there and killed Qian Longtou in front of Nan Qing’s strongest man, Wu Qiang. Lang Ji reportedly controls Nan Qing now, allegedly working for Ye Mo. This is unconfirmed, but other reports say Lang Ji’s position is unstable and he was heavily injured in a conflict. He hasn’t solidified his control of Nan Qing.

Song Hai paused. “Although Ye Mo killed Qian Longtou, he didn’t interfere in Nan Qing’s internal affairs and left immediately.”

Silence fell, Song Qiming’s face darkening.

Everyone present was a Song Family elite. They all knew of Nan Qing, and Ye Mo had single-handedly charged into Nan Qing headquarters and killed Qian Longtou. It was unthinkable. Nan Qing headquarters had over 2,000 troops, yet Ye Mo came and went as he pleased. How many troops did the Song Family possess? Their only advantage was their power and influence in Beijing, at the nation’s power center. Ye Mo wasn’t arrogant enough to challenge the entire country yet, which is why the Song Family had survived until now.

No wonder the family head repeatedly warned against provoking Ye Mo. Even after several members were killed, he still hesitated. This was unheard of. The Song Family’s arrogance in Beijing was legendary; even minor losses were met with brutal revenge. Yet, the Song Family endured repeated heavy losses. Despite Song Hai’s previous report, Song Qiming was still shocked. Ye Mo could no longer be dealt with through sheer numbers. He must have someone equally powerful backing him. Besides hidden sects, perhaps no one could touch him.

Song Qiming also felt fortunate that he had ordered them not to provoke Ye Mo. If he had angered Ye Mo, the Song Family’s survival would be in question. This was why he was so furious with Song Yi. As family head, even with the Song Family's immense size, he needed caution and restraint.

If Ye Mo could wreak havoc on the Ye Family, he could do the same to the Song Family. Song Qiming composed himself before saying, “Song Hai, tell us about the Ye Family incident last night.”

“Ye Mo’s sister, Ye Ling, stole the Feng Shui Dragonballs and was punished. Ye Mo rescued Ye Ling, cutting off Ye Wencai’s left hand for choking Ye Ling. The two who whipped Ye Ling died soon after Ye Mo left. There’s also unconfirmed news that Huang Yue of the hidden sects had his wrists broken and a leg severed by Ye Mo,” Song Hai said, still fearful. Ye Mo could kill someone after leaving. The method was terrifying.

He looked at the assembled Song Family members and sighed. “That wasn’t the most shocking part. What I find unbelievable is that Nan Qing operatives went to the Ye Family last night. Ye Mo told them to leave, and they fled, not daring to say anything. Nan Qing seems genuinely afraid of Ye Mo.

“Also, the Flying Eagle Squad went to the Ye Family, but three Flying Snow Squad members showed respect to Ye Mo. Ye Mo is now on good terms with both sides. Even the Flying Special Ops Forces revere him. We shouldn’t confront him directly.”

The room fell silent. After a long while, Song Qishen said, “Ye Mo can’t be conquered by numbers. We shouldn’t antagonize him; we should try to approach him.”

Song Qiming waved a hand. “No. We can’t coexist, and he wouldn’t care about us. But we can’t provoke him now. Song Hai, try to contact hidden sect masters, at least Black Level Tertiary Stage or Earth Level.”

“Yes,” Song Hai replied. Song Hai’s efficiency pleased Song Qiming.

…

Ye Mo spent the night crafting a storage ring with three cubic meters of space. His current power limited the size. He carefully stored the remaining Space Abyssal Rock.

He forged the Black Jade into two jade amulet necklaces. They had offensive capabilities but were primarily defensive. Due to the material’s cost, Ye Mo didn’t skimp on his cultivation chi. The amulets had permanent effects, but their power would weaken with each use, gradually recharging over time.

This was due to Ye Mo’s low power. If he hadn’t been interested in alchemy and artifact forging, he wouldn’t have achieved this effect. It was similar to his runic papers; even a mediocre one took days to make.

Wearing the storage ring, Ye Mo felt relieved. It was far more convenient than carrying a bag, though the space was small.

Ye Ling packed her things and put on a nice dress, then realized Ye Mo hadn't emerged. It was past 9 a.m.

As she was about to knock, Ye Mo opened the door, looking exhausted.

“Brother, what’s wrong?” Ye Ling asked, worried he’d suffered internal injuries from yesterday’s fight.

Ye Mo smiled. “Nothing. I made a defensive amulet for you. Wear it, and don’t take it off.”

He gave it to her. The chain was made from several materials; it felt warm, serene, and comfortable.

Ye Ling joyfully accepted it. “Brother, it’s beautiful! How did you make it? By hand?”

Before Ye Mo could answer, she put it on, feeling a cool sensation. “Brother, I didn’t know you could do this! You could make a living doing this!”

Ye Mo looked at her speechlessly. While he wouldn’t starve selling them, mass production was impossible.

“Brother, did you stay up all night making this?” Ye Ling noticed his fatigue.

Ye Mo instinctively replied, “Mhm. I was afraid you’d be in danger again, so I made this protective amulet. Don’t take it off, understand?”

Ye Ling’s eyes reddened. She hugged Ye Mo. “It’s so good to have a brother.”

Seeing her happiness, Ye Mo said, “Actually, I made two…”

“Brother, who’s the other one for? Your girlfriend? Do you have a girlfriend? Tell me! I need to see if she’s worthy of my brother!” Ye Ling’s rapid-fire questions left Ye Mo speechless.

He was also confused. He had made two last night. Who was the other one for? Luo Susu? The name sprang to mind, leaving him lost in thought.