Chapter 401: I am Ye Mo

Zhang Jue looked at Xia Ziwei and said, “Because of Ziwei. As soon as my uncle sent me here, her sister knew immediately and told her to come with me.”

Ye Mo looked at Xia Ziwei and said coldly, “Xia Ziwei, I’ll give you one last chance. If you still don’t speak up, then don’t blame me.”

His business was involved, so Ye Mo wouldn’t be easy to talk to. Killing intent edged his words.

Xia Ziwei looked coldly at Ye Mo and said, “Zhang Feng married my sister, even though she was pregnant, because she has a special body. In ancient martial arts terms, a Li Yin body.”

“What?!” Zhang Jue looked at Xia Ziwei in disbelief. The Li Yin body was an open secret among ancient martial arts sects, existing only in legend; no one had ever truly seen one.

Xia Ziwei ignored Zhang Jue, continuing, “Ancient martial arts cultivators who dual cultivate with a woman possessing a Li Yin body can reach at least the earth level, even potentially the great heaven state. Zhang Feng learned of my sister’s Li Yin body and tried desperately to marry her. However, the woman must wholeheartedly cooperate; otherwise, it won’t work. My sister loved Mo Kang, so Zhang Feng married only her body, not her heart.”

“So that’s how it was?” Mo Kang’s heart tightened. He hated himself for being unable to protect the woman he loved. What was the point of his money? He’d rather have nothing if it meant being with Xia Rou forever.

Xia Ziwei looked at Mo Kang with contempt, despising him for his inability to protect his own woman.

“Zhang Feng didn’t dare kill Mo Kang because he feared my sister would close her heart completely, leaving him with no chance. However, Mo Kang remained in the Xia family. So, he devised a cruel method: sealing Mo Kang’s meridians, rendering him comatose. If my sister wanted Mo Kang to live, she couldn’t reject his will.”

Xia Ziwei wiped the sweat from her forehead. “My sister knew Zhang Feng’s character and methods. This ‘vegetable’ state meant death, even without old age, from constantly reliving painful memories. Therefore, she told me to build a temple for Mo Kang, placing a magic artifact inside to release his hatred, prolonging his life.”

So that was it.

Mo Kang wept, muttering Xia Rou’s name. His suffering was physical; Xia Rou’s was mental and spiritual. He’d blamed her for betrayal.

“But twenty years passed, and Zhang Feng’s patience wore thin. He thought Mo Kang dead, yet my sister still wouldn’t love him. Just as he was about to lose control, his men found Mo Kang alive in Luo Yue. He couldn’t believe Mo Kang was cured. This was his chance. He threatened my sister; twenty years ago he dared not, but now, her cooperation was irrelevant,” Xia Ziwei’s tone calmed.

She continued, “My sister was going to see Mo Kang, but Zhang Feng controlled her, preventing her visit. This time, she was determined. So Zhang Feng wanted Zhang Jue to bring Mo Kang back. My sister knew Zhang Feng’s intentions and told me to stop Zhang Jue.”

“Then what does your sister want?” Ye Mo asked.

Xia Ziwei shook her head. “I don’t know. She told me to wait. I’ve been waiting for hours. She’s afraid that if Mo Kang is taken away, he’ll never return.”

Ye Mo stared at Xia Ziwei. “But I think you’re lying. Your eyes show you want Mo Kang dead. Last time, they were the same.”

Xia Ziwei looked hatefully at Mo Kang. “That’s right, I want him dead. If not for him, my sister wouldn’t be in this situation. This garbage, how can he live so long?!”

Mo Kang held his head, muttering, “Yes, I’m garbage, complete garbage.”

Ye Mo ignored Xia Ziwei, kicking Zhang Jue again. “So you’re scheming for the beauty pill at Flowing Snake, right? Besides Zhang Feng, who else?”

“You don’t need to ask him, I’ll tell you,” a plain, heavy voice sounded. Ye Mo had already noticed the arrival.

This person was fast. From 200 meters, he appeared instantly. He was bulky, bearded, loud, and imposing. Three more arrived shortly: a middle-aged woman and two black-level women.

“Xia Rou…” Mo Kang stared dumbly at the average-looking middle-aged woman. Twenty years had aged her severely.

The woman stared dumbly at Mo Kang. Ye Mo sensed her trembling body.

The bulky man looked softly at Xia Rou. “Rou’er, I agreed to this meeting. Say what you need to say, and remember our promise.”

Xia Rou seemed not to hear, moving slowly towards Mo Kang.

Mo Kang embraced her, speechless.

The bulky man’s eyes flashed with killing intent. A mortal dared hug his wife! Ye Mo intercepted a thin needle. He looked coldly at the man. “Zhang Feng, right? How dare you use projectiles in front of me?”

Before the man could speak, Xia Rou pointed at him. “Zhang Feng, what was your promise? Why did you attack Mo Kang? You lied!”

Zhang Feng’s face turned green. Ignoring Ye Mo, he said coldly, “You cheat on me, hugging another man, and criticize me? Forget our past deals.”

Though Xia Rou was a tool, she was his wife. He couldn’t tolerate this.

“Cheating? Bullshit! Zhang Feng, you finally show your true face. I never planned to live. I’ve long since married Mo Kang. Look at this. You imprisoned me for twenty years. Now, I’ll die with Mo Kang. What can you do?” Xia Rou produced a red booklet.

“You—” Zhang Feng saw the marriage certificate and nearly spat blood. It was a mortal certificate, trash to him, but he couldn’t tolerate Xia Rou keeping it all these years.

“Xia Rou!” Mo Kang called.

Xia Rou smiled sadly. “Mo Kang, though I haven’t lived with you, we’ll be together in death. I caused you this suffering. I promised to find you, but I couldn’t…”

Mo Kang shakily produced a sealed marriage certificate. “Xia Rou, I have mine too. We’ll be together forever. Don’t worry, Brother Ye will help.”

“Brother Ye?” Xia Rou repeated.

Mo Kang nodded, pointing at Ye Mo. “Yes, Brother Ye cured me.”

“Ahaha!” Zhang Feng laughed angrily. Even if Xia Rou agreed to dual cultivate, he wouldn’t let a betrayer live.

“You are that Brother Ye? You questioned my projectiles? You dare investigate our hidden sects?” Zhang Feng’s laughter ceased. His face was colder than his voice, radiating intense killing intent. He wanted to beat Ye Mo to a pulp.

Ye Mo sneered. “I also broke Zhang Jue’s knee. And if my investigations show your shabby sect schemed against my business, I’ll uproot your sect.”

“Who do you think you are? The Heavenly Emperor?” Zhang Feng sneered. He was earth level middle stage, a master. This young man dared bluff him?

“I am not the Heavenly Emperor; I am Ye Mo,” Ye Mo’s voice was calm. He looked at Zhang Feng as if he were already dead.