Chapter 457: Treasure Gone to Waste Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

“Why isn’t your boyfriend here to save you today? Hahaha, you’ve been with him so long, and you’re still a virgin? Does he have a problem? Ahaha! I guess you’ll only give your first to your big martial brother now,” Nie Pi laughed.

Nie Shuangshuang looked at her empty hand and worried. She just remembered Nie Pi was an earth-level master. She couldn’t even kill herself in front of him.

Before Nie Shuangshuang could react, Nie Pi moved his crutches, dashed in front of her, slapped her neck, and snarled, “Why don’t you sleep a while? After I take the thing, I’ll enjoy you and show you whether this big martial brother of yours is disabled or not.”

Nie Shuangshuang fell without resistance. Nie Pi prepared to enter the room, but at the entrance, he found someone already there. He was shocked. He was an earth-level master! Even without his legs, no one should have approached without him noticing, but he hadn’t.

“Who are you?” Nie Pi calmed down, seeing a young man in his twenties.

Ye Mo sneered, “After cutting off your legs and seeing you run away in the river, I didn’t expect to see you again. It must be fate.”

“It’s you, Ye Mo?” Nie Pi’s heart sank. He regretted not considering Ye Mo might come today. Since Nie Shuangshuang came, of course, Ye Mo could too.

Nie Pi realized escape was impossible. Ye Mo was the strongest master he’d ever seen. He wished never to see Ye Mo again, yet here he was.

As Nie Pi was still dazed, Ye Mo threw out wind blades. Nie Pi was an earth-level primary stage master, but he was killed without resistance.

Ye Mo hadn’t planned on going inside the cave, but since it was open, he entered and brought out a bag.

The bag was made of good materials, but it wasn’t attractive to Ye Mo. He casually opened the book inside, but soon, he was stunned.

This was a real dao cultivation method! Called the 9 Moon Evergreen Chant, it wasn’t evil and was much stronger than ancient martial arts methods. Even though it only allowed chi gathering stage at most, on Earth, it was invaluable.

If Ye Mo didn’t have his own cultivation method, and if this method wasn’t for women, he would cultivate it.

Ye Mo opened the book and immediately understood why the 9 Moon Sect members were so evil.

The introduction stated, “To fate, people are mere toys; it wants man to have death in life, life in death. Yet my dao is one of longevity… Using the self as the universe, the heart and liver as Heaven and Earth, gathering the yin essence, cultivating the yin soul… Forget the hollow and fake, see not, think not, hear not, worry not, there is neither internal nor external…” Ye Mo sighed; it clearly instructed how to absorb spirit chi of the heavens and earth to cultivate one’s soul. The inventor was a genius, but born on this Earth, deprived of spirit chi, she could only write the method up to the chi gathering tertiary stage.

But her method was understood as men having to devour women’s essence yin to cultivate. What was this?

TL note: essence yin = pretty much virgin chi: taking a woman’s virginity while cultivating a special cultivation method which devours the essence yin.

Ye Mo closed the book and sighed. This was a treasure gone to waste. He dumped it in front of Nie Shuangshuang. It was up to her fortune whether she could understand it. If she couldn’t, even if he taught her, her progress wouldn’t be high.

Putting it down, Ye Mo scanned Nie Shuangshuang and ignored her. He stood on his flying sword and left.

Not long after Ye Mo left, Nie Shuangshuang woke up. She was on the ground and shook. She checked her clothes; they hadn’t been touched. She felt relieved yet confused. Did Nie Pi not rape her?

It took a moment to see Nie Pi’s body, split in half.

Nie Shuangshuang stood up in horror; why was she fine when Nie Pi was killed? Who saved her? Nie Shuangshuang was dazed before seeing the bag.

She opened it and found a jade jewel and the 9 Moon Evergreen Chant. She realized someone had saved her and hadn’t taken anything.

Who was so generous? Both items were invaluable. Who would dump them like trash?

Had Ye Mo come back? Nie Shuangshuang thought of Ye Mo and sadly realized that other than him, she didn’t have a single real friend.

Nie Shuangshuang dumped Nie Pi’s body and left as fast as she could; she wasn’t the only one who knew about the sect.

…..

Ye Mo found the place the man had drawn, but it had no clues.

Sichuan’s Mount Qing Shao was one of the origins of Chinese Daoism. The tallest peak, Peak Lao Jun, was 2363 meters above sea level. It wasn’t as beautiful as Mount Qing Cheng, so it wasn’t as famous. Nevertheless, it became one of China’s protected areas 20 years ago.

This place was steep and lacking spirit chi, so Ye Mo didn’t know why the Broken Fist Hall had chosen this place. Still, Ye Mo had come to find Zhang Zhihui, so he had to go.

Ye Mo spent a little more than ten minutes finding the sect.

This sect was located in the mountains; Ye Mo commended the ancients for building it on this steep mountain.

There were cliffs everywhere. On top of the mountain, one could read the blurry words ‘Broken Fist Hall’, showing its past glory.

Ye Mo walked in. It was very quiet. Ye Mo sighed; it seemed Zhang Zhihui had annihilated everyone here, but he never returned.

Ye Mo pushed open the main hall’s front door; a loud creak echoed in the silence.

All the chairs were covered in dust. Ye Mo scanned with his spirit sense; no one was around, but when his eyes fell on the painting of the Broken Fist Hall’s ancestor, his eyes went cold.

A dried, dusty human head sat on the candle table. This was Zhang Zhihui’s head.

Zhang Zhihui was killed and his head was here? Was there someone in the Broken Fist Hall stronger than Zhang Zhihui?

Ye Mo took down the head and in his rage, kicked the drawing and shattered the tables.

Afterwards, Ye Mo found a good spot and buried the head, making an epitaph: “Brother Zhang, you died for my sake, thus I shall avenge you.”

Then, Ye Mo realized something. Zhang Zhihui had definitely annihilated the Broken Fist Hall, but if he was still killed afterwards, wouldn’t that last survivor target the Zhang family and Flowing Snake? If the person who killed Zhang Zhihui wasn’t from the Broken Fist Hall, why would he put Zhang Zhihui’s head there?

Concluding this, Ye Mo couldn’t stay. He felt like he’d missed something, but couldn’t think what.