Chapter 301: The Chick Next Door Translator: Tim Editor: Fish Creek

Ye Mo immediately scanned his spirit sense, finding the upstairs apartment completely empty except for some dusty furniture. He searched every corner, even scanning his spirit sense to levels 10 and 12, but found nothing. The knocking sound, however, had stopped.

Ye Mo smiled faintly. He didn't care much about such things. Whatever was causing the disturbance upstairs was fine, as long as it didn't bother him. If it did, he'd incinerate it, even if he had to chase it to the ends of the earth.

The night passed quickly, but Ye Mo had no interest in investigating upstairs. Even if it were a ghost cultivator, he wouldn't care unless it involved him.

Opening his door, he saw the landlord, the woman who’d brought him here, showing a new tenant around. The landlord happily nodded at Ye Mo. He'd only been there a week, and the second room in her eight-story apartment building was already rented. The price was almost double his rent.

Besides him, another tenant? Ye Mo scanned the new tenant—a young woman, barely twenty.

Such a young girl renting a supposedly haunted house? Ye Mo was surprised, but she looked vibrant and intelligent. Her long hair and white dress made her quite striking.

He soon understood. Though not yet twenty, she was already in the Yellow Level Intermediate stage of cultivation. This was rare; most with such talent reached that stage around twenty-five or twenty-six, many even over thirty. This girl was in her teens.

No wonder she wasn't afraid of the haunted house. She was an ancient martial arts cultivator. Ye Mo became vigilant. Martial arts cultivators were rare in the city, and now one lived next door. Had she come for the bloody coral? No, that didn't seem right. He'd stolen the blood coral and caused a massacre; if she'd been sent for it, her sect wouldn't send a single Yellow Level Intermediate cultivator—a young girl, practically a loli.

The landlord, ever the smooth talker, said to Ye Mo, “Mo Ying, you and Luo Xuan will be neighbors. You need to look after your new neighbor.”

Ye Mo knew what she meant. The landlord had essentially tricked this pretty girl and was simply taking her rent. She was leaving the girl in his care, showing she wasn’t inherently cruel, but certainly unscrupulous. He imagined that if this girl weren't a cultivator and lived alone, she’d be terrified by the nightly knocking. If actual ghosts appeared, she wouldn’t survive.

But Ye Mo knew this girl wasn’t so simple. Reaching Yellow Level Intermediate at such a young age, with abundant inner qi, she wasn’t someone to be trifled with. She hadn’t been tricked; she likely had her own motives. He needed to be wary.

Ye Mo smiled but said nothing. He greeted the landlord and went downstairs.

As expected, a flicker of contempt crossed the girl's eyes at the landlord’s words, though she said nothing. Then she frowned and sighed. Her character wasn’t ideal; she shouldn’t have felt contempt. Why should she look down on ordinary people?

Every morning, Ye Mo drank soy milk near Chun An University. It was tasty and cheap. He enjoyed his bean buns and soy milk before returning to cultivate.

This life felt serene. Without his troubles, he'd happily live like this forever, but he knew it was impossible.

He still had enemies to deal with, and even after that, he needed to find things to cultivate. He didn’t want to live a boring life and die.

He didn't leave immediately after breakfast. He sat awhile longer, mobilizing his chi. It felt good; perhaps in another week he'd fully recover.

Why had she come? Ye Mo looked up and saw the new tenant entering the soy milk shop.

She ordered soy milk and two bean paste buns. Seeing Ye Mo across from her, she smiled gently but said nothing.

Ye Mo stood to leave, but two youths entered. One was the young master with an earring, the one who’d helped him escape Liang Po. Ye Mo was grateful, though he didn’t know why.

This young master clearly wasn't there for soy milk. He approached the girl, staring in shock until she frowned. Then, like a drooling pig, he sat down, “Pretty girl, hello. I’m Wu Zhenjun. I saw you at Ke University yesterday—like meeting a goddess. I never expected to see you again, but we’re fated!”

He attempted scholarly poetry, but his words and attire clashed hilariously.

The girl frowned. “Sorry, I don’t know you. Please leave.”

“Nonsense! First time strangers, second time friends!” Wu Zhenjun waved his hand.

The girl stood abruptly. “If you don’t leave, don’t blame me.”

Wu Zhenjun quickly said, “Fine, do what you want. I just want to get to know you. We can talk outside; it’s too crowded here…” He reached for her hand, perhaps intentionally.

Ye Mo shook his head; the young master was bold. His audacity showed he had some backing; otherwise, he wouldn’t try to grab a girl in public.

The girl, as expected, kicked Wu Zhenjun far away, breaking his nose. She was about to step on him—Ye Mo knew that could cause lifelong internal injuries. Ancient martial arts cultivators often disregarded the lives of ordinary people, and this girl seemed no different.

Ye Mo stepped in front of Wu Zhenjun, stopping the girl. “He didn’t touch you, and you’ve already kicked him. Let it go. Why beat him further?”

Ye Mo owed Wu Zhenjun a debt, even if Wu Zhenjun didn't know it. He couldn't allow Wu Zhenjun to be beaten in front of him. If she continued the attack, he wouldn’t be so polite.

Everyone in the shop froze, including the girl. Though she hadn’t interacted with her neighbor, she was the one being harassed, and yet this man was helping the young master. Did he have no conscience? Or was he simply fawning over the rich young master?

Wu Zhenjun knew he’d met his match. His companion quickly helped him up, but didn't dare confront the girl. He wasn’t stupid; he’d get beaten. He immediately called someone.

The girl glared coldly at Ye Mo but didn’t attack. As she prepared to leave, a police car arrived. Someone had likely called fearing she’d be harassed, and the police arrived quickly.

Two officers arrived; Ye Mo recognized one, the woman who cracked down on sex trafficking. He’d heard her male colleague call her Zhang Feng.

“You again? You bought sex, and now a public brawl? What’s your excuse?” The policewoman looked at Ye Mo with disgust.

Hearing this, the pretty girl looked at Ye Mo with disgust and left.

Ye Mo smiled at the policewoman. “Did I use your money to buy sex? Does it concern you? I like prostitutes, so what? Brawl? Which eye saw me brawling? Your skills are pathetic; don’t make me laugh.”

“You…” Zhang Feng was furious.

Her colleague quickly stopped her, looking coldly at Ye Mo. Then, he recognized Wu Zhenjun behind Ye Mo. His expression changed instantly to a smile. He approached Wu Zhenjun. “Young Master Jun, don’t worry. Did this kid attack you? I’ll take him away.”

“Shut up,” Wu Zhenjun interrupted, then said to Ye Mo, “Thank you, brother. I didn’t expect this feisty chick to be so harsh. If not for you, I’d be suffering.”

The policeman was stunned. He hadn’t expected Ye Mo to help Wu Zhenjun, but he understood. While admiring Ye Mo’s foresight, he wished he could kick him aside.

Zhang Feng looked at Ye Mo with contempt; this man was utterly shameless. She’d realized the girl had been the aggressor, but this lecherous man was also a sycophant.

“It’s nothing,” Ye Mo said casually, leaving the shop. He had no interest in associating with Wu Zhenjun. He’d only helped because Wu Zhenjun had helped him before.

Seeing Ye Mo leave, Wu Zhenjun gave a thumbs-up. “Brother, next time you want a woman, find me. I’ll take you somewhere you’ll be satisfied.”

The policeman listened awkwardly, helpless.