Chapter 177: Is There Going to Be a Spark?

Translator: Tim Editor: Chrissy

Ye Mo arranged Yun Bing and Tingting in Ye Ling’s room while he slept in Ye Zifeng’s room. Tingting, very tired from traveling from Hong Kong to Beijing, went to bed early after showering. Yun Bing, however, remained awake, thinking about Ye Mo and how he knew she had been forcibly sent to the Ou family.

Ye Mo, meanwhile, examined the materials in the room. Still missing a few for the flying sword, he put them away and retrieved the map Mo Kang had drawn. If Mo Kang was right, he had to go there. Even without Space Abyssal Rock, the precious herbs would be invaluable.

After two hours of cultivation, Ye Mo was preparing for sleep when a knock came. He subconsciously scanned with his spirit sense and saw Yun Bing, in her pajamas, at the door. Her face was slightly flushed.

Sick? It didn’t seem so.

Ye Mo opened the door, and before he could speak, Yun Bing rushed into his arms. He felt a soft, pleasantly scented body against him, his head buzzing. His blood, already surging from cultivation, reacted to Yun Bing’s sudden embrace, leaving him astonished.

Yun Bing, lost in gratitude, felt immense relief. Without Ye Mo, she wouldn’t have seen Tingting and would likely have died months ago. Ye Mo provided a sense of security she craved, a peacefulness she cherished and missed when he was gone. She often questioned these feelings, reminding herself of their age difference and his status as her student.

That night, however, she couldn’t stop thinking about him. After mustering her courage, she knocked on his door. She loved sleeping near him, relishing the comfort and serenity. She believed him to be impotent, assuring herself that nothing would happen. He had shown some reaction to Ning Qingxue's exposed chest, and Luo Susu had kissed him while he was unconscious. While unintentional, these memories stirred him. But nothing compared to the heat he felt now.

Yun Bing was a ball of fire, a soft warmth enveloping him. His post-cultivation body reacted instantly to this heat.

He was a virgin, but that didn't mean he was ignorant. His body responded immediately.

The moment Yun Bing hugged him tightly, she felt such comfort she almost moaned. She finally fell asleep in his arms. Even if the Ou family sought revenge tomorrow, she had a wonderful night.

But then, she felt something hard and warm against her stomach. She instinctively grasped it…

“Ahhhh.” She reacted instantly, fear overwhelming her. Before fully comprehending, she fled to her room, closing the door and breathing heavily. Ye Mo's body wasn't as she had imagined; it was perfectly normal. Later, she questioned her flight, realizing that her visit implied acceptance. She had knocked on his door precisely because she believed him impotent. The reality was shocking—not only was he capable, but he was very much so. She had touched it herself, and it was…

Yun Bing's face burned with regret. She should have stayed. She suddenly wanted him, yet her initial courage stemmed from her misconception. Now, knowing the truth, she lacked the nerve to return.

She longed for him to call her, promising herself an immediate response. Her face burned, her heart pounding. In her 28 years, she'd never experienced such intense desire.

Ye Mo, after a long while, didn't call, and her hope dwindled. Shame washed over her, believing she had attempted to seduce him.

Ye Mo was taken aback by Yun Bing's scream and flight, feeling a little awkward. He understood her motivations.

Though aroused, Ye Mo, as a cultivator, quickly suppressed his desires with Spirit Cleansing Chants.

Lying in bed, he recalled Yun Bing—her soft, yielding body. He'd seen her naked before, but never with this fire and desperation. He remembered Tian He, who had hugged him in her pajamas; he'd reacted then, too.

Was it related to his cultivation? Why couldn't he resist such subtle enticement?

While unsure why Yun Bing came, he knew she wouldn't completely reject him. A shameless pursuit might succeed.

He shook his head. Such a union would be purely lustful. Though he liked Yun Bing, he wasn't in love with her.

Love?

He suddenly thought of Luo Ying and Lu Susu, their images overlapping in his mind. The feeling was strange. He wanted to grab Luo Susu and ask if she was Luo Ying.

But Luo Susu was in her twenties, and their situations didn't match. How could she be Luo Ying?

…

In the morning, Ye Mo found Yun Bing had prepared breakfast. Embarrassed, she avoided his gaze. He, unconcerned, ate breakfast, played with Tingting, and then said, “Sister Bing, I’m going out and returning to Luo Cang this afternoon. Are you going back to Ning Hai?”

“You live in Luo Cang now?” Yun Bing realized she hadn't asked about his residence.

She knew the Ou family likely feared Ye Mo, but his residence in Luo Cang, while hers was in Ning Hai, created a vulnerability for her and Tingting.

“I live in Luo Cang, but…” Seeing her worry, he considered before saying, “Don't worry about the Ou family. I'll eliminate that threat.”

…

Han Zaixin, worried about Ye Mo's unreachable phone, received news of his arrival in Beijing and the subsequent trouble at the Ou family.

His eyes lit up. He’d been considering how to make Ye Mo comply, and now, he'd started trouble with the Ou family. This Ye Mo was unpredictable.

“Brother Han, another devious scheme using me for free labor?” Just as Han Zaixin pondered how to make Ye Mo cooperate willingly, Ye Mo's voice startled him.

His heavily guarded location—how did Ye Mo enter undetected?

“How did you get in?” Han Zaixin asked, surprised.

Ye Mo smiled. “It's irrelevant. What do you want? Otherwise, I'm leaving. I'm very busy.”

Han Zaixin dismissed the question; Ye Mo wouldn't be needed if he lacked power.

“Of course I need your help, you can't refuse. Our agreement is clear.” He feared Ye Mo would claim lack of time.

Ye Mo smiled. “Indeed, I reviewed the agreement. It clearly states I assist Flying Snow once every two years, after selecting materials. I haven't chosen any yet; how can you ask for help? It's all there, do you want me to show you?”

Han Zaixin rubbed his head. He'd assumed Ye Mo was unnecessary for ordinary matters and that Flying Snow handled most problems. His request for help was premature, and he now had to plead.

“That's true, but I desperately need your help. Zhang Jue is good, but…,” Han Zaixin knew he was overstepping, but he couldn’t find anyone better.

Ye Mo sneered, remaining silent. While his cultivation was progressing slowly, he wasn't wasting time. His promise wasn't due.

“I can help with the Ou family, who plan to attack you,” Han Zaixin offered.

Ye Mo stated flatly, “They're not a threat. I didn't act yesterday because Tingting was present. Don't worry about it.”

“Don't do anything rash,” Han Zaixin urged.