Chapter 402: Great Name

Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

“Ye Mo, Shle Mo, whatever. Do I look like I can—Ye Mo? You say you’re Ye Mo?!” Zhang Feng suddenly stopped his rage and looked at Ye Mo in shock. Only then did he realize this man had caught his flying needle. He knew how difficult it was to catch it barehanded, especially in a surprise attack. His rage had made him overlook this. Now, hearing Ye Mo’s name, Zhang Feng was stupefied. The stories circulating among the hidden sects about Ye Mo filled him with sudden fear.

If this was the Ye Mo who had annihilated several sects, this would be the end of him, no, of his entire Hong Martial Sect. Ye Mo had been able to force the He Liu and Dian Cang sects to close. Eradicating the far inferior Hong Martial Sect would be all too easy.

Zhang Feng suddenly realized that the more hidden sects investigated Luo Yue, the less interested they became. This was very strange. Considering what they’d already discovered, combined with Ye Mo’s words, he’d be a fool not to realize Ye Mo was connected to Luo Yue.

Cold sweat broke out on Zhang Feng. He hated himself for sending a fool to investigate Luo Yue, someone who couldn’t even discover Ye Mo’s involvement. His men were arrogant; why would they care who was behind a mortal-world pharmaceutical company? They only cared about the recipe. If he hadn’t worried about criticism from other hidden sects for breaking the rules, his men would have interrogated them for it.

Compared to offending Ye Mo, Xia Rou was nothing.

“Might you be the Ye Mo-Qianbei from the Beijing Ye family?” Zhang Feng suddenly became very respectful. He was sure this Ye Mo was from that Ye family. Whether or not he’d actually slaughtered the elites of the two large sects didn’t matter; he’d caught the needle barehanded.

Ye Mo sneered, “Are you implying that if I’m not that Ye Mo, you can kill at will?”

Zhang Feng’s face immediately began to sweat. He knew one misstep would annihilate his entire sect. Though cocky, he wasn’t foolish enough to think he could match Wu Dao. Dian Cang and He Liu had been massacred by Ye Mo, yet dared not complain. Many from those sects could easily kill him. Now that Ye Mo’s voice had turned icy, he sensed killing intent. He quickly bowed, “Ye-Qianbei, I apologize for my intrusion; I’m willing to accept punishment. My sect wasn’t the only one investigating Luo Yue; tens of others were, and some are still there. I’ll provide Qianbei with intelligence on which sects are investigating your business and gladly compensate for your losses.”

Ye Mo flicked the needle. Before Zhang Feng could react, he felt pain in his chest; the needle was inside.

“Brother Mo, this man who stole your wife is yours to deal with,” Ye Mo said, looking at the dumbfounded Mo Kang and Xia Rou.

Mo Kang knew Ye Mo was powerful—he wouldn’t have subjugated Zhang Jue and Xia Ziwei otherwise—but he hadn’t expected this extent. Zhang Feng was a top-three master in the Hong Martial Sect, yet he couldn’t defend himself against Ye Mo.

Xia Rou was also at a loss. She hadn’t expected Mo Kang to have such a powerful friend. She’d brought Zhang Feng here, planning to die, but reality far exceeded her expectations. Not only would they live, they could do as they pleased to Zhang Feng. This Brother Ye was incredible. Imprisoned, she hadn’t known about Ye Mo’s rampage through the hidden sects.

But Zhang Jue and Xia Ziwei were completely shocked. Who was Ye Mo? He was the most discussed person in the hidden sects. ‘All hidden sect members training in the mortal world must avoid Ye Mo’ had become an unwritten rule. This legendary figure didn’t originate from the hidden sects; he was an abandoned son not long ago, yet here they were, facing, no, having been kicked away by this legendary person.

Xia Ziwei’s eyes flashed. First, she was surprised Ye Mo was so young; second, she felt this was how life should be. A simple “I am Ye Mo” had terrified a top dog like Zhang Feng.

Suddenly, Xia Ziwei felt no hatred for Ye Mo. She wouldn’t dare demand revenge, even with a hundred lives. His madness was legendary; rumored to be a Great Heaven Master, no one dared provoke him.

Xia Ziwei looked at Mo Kang, thinking he was lucky to know Ye Mo, who not only cured his illness but also helped him capture Zhang Feng.

“Zhang Feng, I wanted to kill you years ago, but couldn’t beat you. You took my wife and obstructed me for decades. I could never match you, and you must not want to die like this, but I have a good brother. I will kill you personally today, to avenge my wife.” Veins bulged on Mo Kang’s forehead.

Zhang Feng’s expression was lifeless. He couldn’t use any inner qi. He hadn’t expected to die here, at the hands of someone who’d never learned ancient martial arts. He was unwilling, but helpless.

“Ye-Qianbei, we wish to serve you.” The two black-level guards guarding Xia Rou knew it was over. If they didn’t choose wisely, they might be next after Zhang Feng’s death.

Ye Mo sneered, “Oh? If you want to live, pay the price.”

The younger man nodded, “I’ll kill Zhang Feng to show my loyalty.”

The other man quickly agreed.

Ye Mo sneered but didn’t disagree. The two rushed to Mo Kang and drew their swords. Zhang Feng died not only at Mo Kang’s hands, but also his own men’s. After watching them kill Zhang Feng, Ye Mo remained silent, so they rushed to Zhang Jue and killed him as well. Then, they knelt before Ye Mo, awaiting judgment.

Such disloyal men. Ye Mo sneered; he didn’t need their help. They could betray Zhang Feng; they could betray him. But he could use them as long as they were under his control.

Mo Kang, who didn’t cultivate ancient martial arts and wasn’t fast, only reacted after they’d killed Zhang Feng and Zhang Jue.

Xia Rou pulled back the enraged Mo Kang and shook her head, “Though he imprisoned me, he didn’t mistreat me. Don’t harass his body.”

“Okay.” Mo Kang obeyed Xia Rou.

Xia Rou said weakly, “Brother Kang, I thought I’d die with you, but…,” as though she regretted not dying.

Mo Kang comforted her, “Xia Rou, why are you upset? Brother Ye gave me this chance; I’ll make things up to you. Just live with me in this mansion from now on.”

Xia Rou shook her head, “No…” She hesitated, unable to speak.

Mo Kang said, “Don’t worry. We can live here; no one will dare to bother us thanks to Brother Ye.”

Ye Mo ignored the kneeling men, wondering, ‘Since they’ve met and all the trouble has passed, why is she still like that? Doesn’t she want to live with Mo Kang?’

Xia Ziwei sneered, “Hmph, Mo Kang, how can you still call yourself a man? My sister’s worried you won’t like her after living with Zhang Feng for decades. That’s why she said that. Idiot!”

Xia Rou’s face paled, proving Xia Ziwei right. Ye Mo hadn’t expected Xia Rou to take it so seriously. He’d come from the Luo Yue continent, where women valued fidelity. Arriving here, he’d realized many girls didn’t care, so he hadn’t expected Xia Rou to. This trait changed his opinion of her.

Mo Kang laughed, “As long as I can live with Xia Rou, the heavens have been kind. Her safety is most important to me.”