Chapter 189: Between Life and Death

Translator: Tim Editor: Chrissy

As though scared by Ye Mo’s ghostly figure, everyone in the car drew their guns. The leader was a strikingly beautiful young woman.

“Wen Dong…” Ye Mo felt a pang of guilt. Although Wen Dong’s death wasn’t his fault, she was tortured because she wouldn’t reveal the data’s location.

Wen Dong slowly opened her eyes, aided by Ye Mo’s powerful chi. Seeing Ye Mo, she gasped, whispering, “Ye Mo, I’m sorry, I involved you. North Sand is looking for the model; go! I didn’t…”

These few words exhausted her strength and life force. Her head fell onto Ye Mo’s shoulder as she closed her eyes.

Ye Mo felt a profound emptiness. He couldn’t bear the sadness, even though Wen Dong’s death wasn’t his responsibility. Ironically, he’d wanted to retrieve the data from her without considering the consequences for her.

Wen Dong, though a woman, was forthright, generous, and tenacious. He knew she hadn’t used the money for herself, though she hadn’t told him what she’d done with it.

Ye Mo looked coldly at the four men aiming their guns, then down at Wen Dong. “Sister Dong, don’t worry,” he said. “I swear I will destroy North Sand and burn that data at your grave.”

“Ye Mo!” Han Yan exclaimed, shocked. Regardless of whether he destroyed North Sand, the country needed the data. Burning it would enrage her grandfather.

Ye Mo’s eyes flashed red as he glared at Han Yan. “Shut up.”

Han Yan bristled at his rebuke but, seeing the guns, held back her anger.

Ye Mo turned to the four men. “You’re North Sand?” he asked coldly.

“Indeed,” the young woman replied. Her eyes were cold, yet she possessed a mature air. “You’re the one who stole our data?”

“You hurt Sister Dong?” Ye Mo’s tone was frosty.

“I ordered it,” the young woman said, her voice colder than Ye Mo’s. “But don’t worry, you’ll likely enjoy the same treatment soon. North Sand believes in equality. If you have any morals, hand over the data.”

Ye Mo didn’t reply. With a few hand movements, a gust of icy wind sliced off the wrists of the woman and two men. Remarkably, little blood flowed.

The wind blade also scored the Range Rover’s door, creating a screeching sound.

Everyone was stunned. He’d severed their wrists from a distance? No one had seen it, and there was almost no blood.

Han Yan’s mind reeled. She’d underestimated Ye Mo’s abilities, realizing he was far more powerful than she'd imagined. She forgot his earlier rebuke. She wouldn't dare to fight him if he used that again.

The man who’d dodged the wind blade quickly recovered. He was clearly the strongest. In a fraction of a second, he fired at Ye Mo.

He felt relief; this man was too strong. If he hadn't acted quickly, he'd be like his partners.

The gunshot was followed by a blur of motion. Then, a cold feeling enveloped his gun hand; his wrists were severed, with minimal blood loss.

Ye Mo’s voice cut through the air. “Think you can run after I decided to slice off your hands?”

He turned to see Ye Mo carrying Wen Dong, staring coldly at him.

The disarmed men stared dumbly. How could someone be so powerful? What had he used?

“Get in the car,” Ye Mo said coldly.

A short, fierce man yelled, “Why should I obey you? Kill me if you want; I won’t flinch!”

Without looking, Ye Mo launched a fireball.

The short man screamed silently, engulfed in flames, rolling on the ground. Terror and pleading were visible in his eyes, but Ye Mo showed no mercy.

Han Yan shivered, witnessing the fireball. Again, she'd underestimated him. He could summon fireballs at will? This was legendary.

No wonder he'd killed Ou Tanhu. Even multiple Ou Tanhu would be no match for him. Han Yan recalled his vow to burn the data. Before, she'd dismissed it as anger, but now she believed it.

The remaining three, terrified, got in the car without further prompting. Ye Mo immobilized them before saying, “What you did to Sister Dong, you will pay for slowly.”

Han Yan hesitated. “Ye Mo, if you give me the data, maybe I can save her.”

“Save Wen Dong? Do you understand her condition? I can repair her meridians and injuries, but her life force is depleted. You probably think her heart just stopped beating.” Ye Mo doubted anyone else could restore life force.

Han Yan shook her head. “I don’t know about life force, but my master said a Thousand Year Lotus Seed Heart can save someone who recently died…”

Ye Mo looked surprised. “You know about the Thousand Year Lotus Seed Heart? Didn’t your master tell you it only works within an incense stick’s time? If you can find one within half that time, I owe you one.”

Han Yan shook her head. “No need. I have one.” She produced a jade bottle and gave it to Ye Mo. It was indeed a Thousand Year Lotus Seed Heart.

Such a thing existed on Earth? Ye Mo almost forgot about Wen Dong, then snapped back to reality. He carried Wen Dong to a hotel room, instructing Han Yan to watch the North Sand members. The old couple wasn’t there.

If he’d had the seed heart sooner, he could have made a whole bottle of medicine. Now, he could only make a serum. Only he could save her.

Ye Mo had many recovery pills; with the seed heart, Wen Dong’s heart began to beat again.

An hour later, Ye Mo repaired her meridians and injuries. Her breathing stabilized, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“You saved her?” Han Yan, unaware of the seed heart’s true value, was amazed. She’d found it unintentionally. Her master had praised her luck, but didn’t know how to use it. Yet, Ye Mo had used it to revive Wen Dong.

Ye Mo nodded. “Sister Dong is fine. I’ll keep my promise, but I need to ask where you got this.”

A Thousand Year Lotus Seed Heart usually came in sets of 36. If Han Yan had one, where were the others? This thing could revive the dead and aid cultivation. If there was news of more, he would drop everything to find them.