Chapter 163: So It Was Him

Translator: Tim Editor: – –

Su Jingwen felt a light barrier emanate from her wrist. She even heard a small explosion. She subconsciously looked at her wrist; one bead was missing from her three-beaded bracelet. She looked around and confirmed it was gone.

She had originally stored the bracelet away, but then she felt it was a birthday present from Ye Mo, and she had given three beads to Ning Qingxue, which felt disrespectful to Ye Mo. Plus, it was the only birthday gift she received from him, so she’d put it on her wrist.

Was the bracelet what stopped the bottle? Su Jingwen removed it in shock and disbelief.

“Jingwen, what’s wrong?” Xiao Lei asked, having just spent considerable effort tying up Wang Peng. She noticed Su Jingwen’s pensive expression.

“I understand now,” Su Jingwen murmured.

“Six beads of safety,” she realized. Giving three beads to Ning Qingxue meant giving her three times the safety. Ye Mo’s bracelet provided six times the protection. He hadn't explained its use, only saying she would be safe if she cherished it; otherwise, it would be useless. She hadn’t cherished it, giving three beads to Ning Qingxue for no reason. Luckily, she still had three left.

Why had Ye Mo given her something so precious? Where had he gotten it? Su Jingwen recalled meeting Ye Mo because she mistook him for the charm master.

Charm master? Su Jingwen was shocked. She finally understood Ye Mo was the person who sold her the charms. She hadn't mistaken the person; he simply hadn't admitted it.

Why hadn't he admitted it? She realized immediately: his powers were too shocking, and he didn't want to expose himself to someone he barely knew. How could he know she wouldn't betray him?

Su Jingwen felt the remaining two beads and regretted her actions. The bracelet’s actual worth was thousands of times more than all the other gifts she received that day, let alone one he’d made himself.

She remembered Cheng Fei saying her cousin met a man selling necklaces and pills. That man must have been Ye Mo. She recalled his bright eyes and modest clothing.

Her mother had been saved by Ye Mo, and now she herself had been saved by his bracelet and charms, while she was still searching for the person who sold her the charms. Her mother always wanted to thank her rescuer; now, she only needed to find Ye Mo.

“Jingwen, what was that? What charms were you talking about?” Xiao Lei asked again.

Before Su Jingwen could answer, a knock came, followed by the door being kicked open. Su Jianzhong rushed in. Seeing Su Jingwen was unharmed, he sighed in relief. “Jingwen, are you alright?”

Xiao Lei, relieved to see Su Jingwen’s father, quickly recounted what had happened. Seeing Wang Peng still unconscious, she felt relieved to be rid of him. She guessed he’d only receive a year’s sentence, with Suo Lin serving as a scapegoat.

“Jingwen, have Xiao Yue with you when you go out,” Su Jianzhong said, hesitant to scold Su Jingwen. He was just happy she had contacted him.

“I understand,” Su Jingwen replied, surprisingly without argument.

Although she answered her father, she remained lost in thought.

Xiao Lei asked, “Jingwen, you’ve been thinking for a while. What’s on your mind?”

Luo Cang? Su Jingwen ignored Xiao Lei, thinking of Luo Cang. Ye Mo’s presence at the Luo Cang Magical Artefact Social Night meant he lived there.

Suddenly, she thought of Ning Qingxue. Didn’t she also live in Luo Cang? Could Ning Qingxue and Ye Mo have gotten back together?

Su Jingwen sighed. Why would she, an outsider, go to Luo Cang? To intrude on them? She'd call Ning Qingxue in a few days and invite them both over. She’d given half of Ye Mo’s gift to Ning Qingxue. Would he judge her? Perhaps, in his eyes, she was no longer worthy of his friendship. He was that kind of magical person.

Someone like that was kicked out of the Ye Family as an abandoned son? His family must be insane. Regardless of what they said, Su Jingwen wouldn't believe it. Ye Mo could cure her unconscious mother with a single charm; how could he be “that”?

…

Luo Cang’s chaos subsided within a day; the police discovered the Metal River gang had left. Overnight, Luo Cang became much safer, devoid of those powerful troublemakers.

Metal Mountain quickly learned of the change. He couldn't contact anyone from Metal River in Luo Cang, and something felt wrong.

Even a police raid couldn't be this clean. Who had the means to eradicate Metal River from Luo Cang so completely? Even a fully functional Nan Qing couldn’t do it, let alone with Qian Longtou dead and Nan Qing in disarray.

He’d planned to discuss the situation with Daoist Xian, but Xian was on a plane.

After Daoist Xian landed at Luo Cang airport, he sensed something amiss. He’d informed his two disciples of his arrival time, but they hadn’t come to greet him.

“You are Daoist Xian?” Ye Mo, driving a rental car, spotted a Daoist from afar. Even without Xu Mu’s description, the only Daoist exiting the airport was easily identifiable.

Daoist Xian had a pale face, no mustache, a medium build, and wore a blue Daoist robe. Luckily, he didn’t have a hair needle, which might have drawn unwanted attention. However, Ye Mo sensed something unusual about Daoist Xian; he could usually gauge a person’s strength, but not this Daoist.

“Who are you?” Daoist Xian knew Ye Mo wasn't there to meet him. His disciples wouldn’t dare address him so directly.

Ye Mo laughed. “I’m here to take you to your disciples. Don’t worry; they’re safe.”

“What did you do to Xu Mu and Wang Chuan?” Xiao Daoist immediately understood Ye Mo’s intentions.

Ye Mo sneered. “Xiao Daoist, your disciples say you’re someone great, but don’t tell me you won’t get in my car.”

“Hmph, drive,” Daoist Xian said, unthreatened. Regardless of Ye Mo’s numbers, he wasn’t afraid. His mastery of ancient martial arts had reached the peak of Black Level; few dared to cross him. Even if Ye Mo took him to a den of tigers and dragons, he'd challenge it.

Ye Mo knew Daoist Xian would comply due to his confidence. He learned from Xu Mu that Nan Qing feared Daoist Xian, even intimidating the powerful Qian Longtou. Daoist Xian was clearly formidable, though Ye Mo couldn't assess his strength.

He'd heard from Xu Mu that Daoist Xian rushed to Luo Cang for Silver Heart Grass and Ye Mo’s Space Abyssal Rock.

Daoist Xian didn't consider Ye Mo's group a threat. He assumed Ye Mo had more people. They didn't understand the terror of someone at his level of ancient martial arts; they likely only knew Xu Mu and Wang Chuan were his disciples. If they underestimated him, he didn’t mind demonstrating his power later.

He'd make them beg before he killed them.

“Why are we here?” Daoist Xian realized Ye Mo had driven them to a desolate rural area.

Ye Mo got out of the car. “Come on, Daoist Xian. I’ve sent your disciples, Xu Mu and Wang Chuan, to the underworld. You’ll join them soon.”

“You killed them?” Daoist Xian’s tone was calm, his anger undetectable, but Ye Mo saw his fury.

Ye Mo smiled. “Yes, Xu Mu and Wang Chuan. Oh, and I eradicated Metal River in Luo Cang.”

“Young man, you’re arrogant after a few years of ancient martial arts. Tell me why you killed my disciples. I’ll show you true regret,” Daoist Xian said, his face turning green. He wasn't even interested in Ye Mo's name.

Ye Mo knocked on the car hood. “Because they stole my Silver Heart Grass and beat my disciple.”

“Good, good, good. I will make sure you regret this,” Daoist Xian, unable to contain his rage, prepared to attack.

Ye Mo waved his hand. “Don’t rush. Do you know this?” Ye Mo produced the Space Abyssal Rock.