Chapter 325: Letter to Ye Mo

Xiao Lei watched Ye Mo walk away, feeling lost. She knew this man didn’t belong to her. Although he was excellent, what use was that?

Ye Mo followed the flow of the frost chi, chasing without hesitation. He wondered if Nie Shuangshuang was responsible. After all, he’d seen her recently. The bleakness he sensed in Xiao Lei was similar to that in Zhuo Yangqing.

An hour later, the sun had completely set. Ye Mo found his target in a barren patch of land: a man in his forties with a long face and bleak chi denser than Nie Wubian’s. Dressed in white, he stood in the night like a ghost.

Not Nie Shuangshuang? Just then, Ye Mo saw Nie Shuangshuang approach. She had been outside his spirit sense range.

“Shuangshuang, give me the thing, then I won’t kill you,” the man said softly, his voice sharp despite his calm face.

Nie Shuangshuang sneered. “Nie Pi, stop dreaming. My Luan Luan was stolen. Even if it’s here, I won’t give it to you.”

Under the moonlight, Nie Shuangshuang’s pale face seemed even paler.

“Hmph, Nie Shuangshuang, you’ll give it to me today. If I hadn’t seen you in Beijing, I’d have thought you were cultivating the 9 Moon method. But now I understand you secretly switched. Don’t think I can’t tell you’re a virgin. If you cultivated our way, you could remain one.” The long-faced man sneered, his glare vicious.

Seeing Nie Shuangshuang remain silent, he sneered, “I’ll give you an option. Give me the thing and your red pill. Stay with me for a year, and I’ll keep your secret. Otherwise, don’t blame me.”

Ye Mo frowned. He didn’t understand a word, but he’d seen Nie Shuangshuang kill two men at the Drunk Eye bar and pull her skirt open. He wouldn’t believe she was a virgin. Yet, this man’s words suggested otherwise. How could this be?

“I can give it to you…” Nie Shuangshuang stepped forward, about to remove her clothes.

The long-faced man smiled, remaining still. As Nie Shuangshuang finished her sentence, two bright beams shot from her clothes toward his forehead and throat.

Ye Mo recognized the needles she’d used to kill before. She was using them as projectiles. Clearly, she’d practiced extensively.

But Ye Mo knew it was futile. The man was earth level; Nie Shuangshuang wasn’t even yellow level middle stage. She couldn’t take down an earth level by surprise.

The man waved his hand, catching the needles.

He played with them, saying, “Shuangshuang, don’t play tricks. Wubian and Red Robes are dead. Before Red Robes died, she sent a message saying the same person killed her and Wubian. I investigated. It’s Ye Mo. You know him, right?”

Seeing Nie Shuangshuang refuse to speak, the man sneered, “Take me to Ye Mo. I’ll make him understand no one kills our 9 Moon sect disciples. Then, sleep with me for a year, and perhaps I’ll let you go.”

“You want me to help you find Ye Mo? Keep dreaming… you shemale want a woman? Are you even able? You want a woman, wait for your next life.” Nie Shuangshuang stared coldly, her eyes full of anger and ridicule.

“You’re asking for it…” The man jumped, kicking Nie Shuangshuang in the chest. She flew ten meters, spitting blood before falling, unable to move.

Ye Mo knew she wouldn’t survive. As he moved to help, the man noticed something and fled.

Ye Mo was dazed. Since the man was looking for him, he wouldn’t run. But he was escaping, and Ye Mo wouldn’t let that happen.

His purple flying sword caught up, turning into a purple death ray. Ye Mo aimed for his legs, needing to question him.

The man’s legs were severed, but he continued flying, falling into the Yan River. Blood spread across the surface before disappearing. Ye Mo searched with his spirit sense but found no trace.

Looking at the legs, Ye Mo frowned, realizing his carelessness. He hadn’t expected the man to be so agile. Luckily, he'd severed his legs. Ye Mo followed the river but found no leads, returning to the scene.

Dark red blood seeped from the legs. Ye Mo burned them with a fireball, thinking about the 9 Moon sect's diverse skills. Nie Pi’s escape speed was remarkable, even for Tan Jiao. If Ye Mo hadn't been careless, the man wouldn't have escaped.

Ye Mo checked Nie Shuangshuang with his spirit sense. Without rescue, she would die; her internal injuries were severe.

Ye Mo shook his head. He didn't know the 9 Moon sect's location but was sure he could find it. No need to ask Nie Shuangshuang. Since she was going to die, let her be.

He turned to leave, but he couldn’t bear to watch her die. Best to pretend he saw nothing.

“Wait…” Nie Shuangshuang’s voice was barely audible. She seemed to see someone. The figure was blurry, but she was sure it wasn’t Nie Pi. She didn't want to know who it was.

Ye Mo looked coldly at Nie Shuangshuang, silent.

Nie Shuangshuang didn’t look up, handing him a letter. “Please give this to Ye Mo… Tell him the 9 Moon sect wants to kill him. Tell him to run…”

She spouted more blood, banging her head on the ground. Her hand fell limply; the letter was stained red.

Ye Mo took the letter, surprised. He glanced at the unconscious Nie Shuangshuang and opened it.

“Ye Mo, sorry I hid things. I later realized you’re an ancient martial arts cultivator. I am too, but from the 9 Moon sect. Their methods are evil, so outer hidden sects won’t accept them. Despite being stronger than many, the 9 Moon sect is only semi-hidden.

You’ll ask why I treated you differently. It’s because your chi dissipates the killing intent and bleak poison in my body.

Although I’m from the 9 Moon sect, I didn’t cultivate their method. No one knows. I have a pet, Luan Luan, who can cultivate the 9 Moon sect method. It needs to consume the spirit and yin chi of the dead. It can also shapeshift. I usually keep it in my pocket; my master would kill me if he knew I didn’t cultivate their way.

But as Luan Luan grew stronger, I couldn’t control it. I felt it would usurp me, and I felt a stronger bloodlust. I was scared. The bleak and poisonous chi grew denser. Without Luan Luan to consume it, I’d be dead.

Then I met you. Standing by you, I felt you were different. Your chi quelled my urge to kill and dispelled the bleak chi.

I asked you on a date. It was my first genuine date. But I saw disgust and hatred in your eyes. I hated myself. I was very sad. After leaving you, I cried for a week. Then I left Beijing. I tried to control myself from killing, not wanting to see the disgust in your eyes. Because I stopped killing, I couldn’t control Luan Luan. Luan Luan left, but it remembered I fed and raised it, so it didn’t devour me.

Luan Luan left. I fell sick. Although it didn’t devour me, the bleak chi invaded me heavily. I knew my life was ending. I didn’t go find Luan Luan, nor did I dare return to the 9 Moon sect. So I came back to Beijing. I wanted to see you, even once. I often sat at the Drunk Eye bar, waiting for you, waiting for a miracle…

…”

The letter ended there.