Chapter 458: Hidden Sects Tournament

Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

Ye Mo was pretty certain his guess was correct. If the Broken Fist Hall truly possessed such a master, he would undoubtedly seek revenge. Even if he couldn't locate Ye Mo's base in Flowing Snake, he would go to the Beijing Ye family. Even if he didn't, he would certainly go to the Xuan Jiang Zhang family. Yet he hadn't contacted either him or the Zhang family. This was strange.

Someone who could kill Zhang Zhihui had to be at least at the late Earth level stage. Such a person shouldn't fear him.

Ye Mo believed the Dian Cang events hadn't spread widely. At most, some knew he'd killed several mid- and early-stage Earth level He Liu Sect members.

Before leaving, Ye Mo had wanted to burn the place down, but because of the difficulty the ancients must have faced building it, he refrained.

Although he had no idea who killed Zhang Zhihui, Ye Mo still called Xu Yuehua to alert her.

Before he could dial, his phone rang.

Ye Mo frowned. Normal numbers couldn't reach him, so who was this?

"President, the call went through!" Somewhere in a high-level Beijing mansion, a caller exclaimed excitedly.

"What? I'm coming, I'm coming!" Almost instantly, Han Zaixin rushed to the phone.

"Old Brother Ye, your phone is really hard to reach. I had those dialers call constantly, 24/7, for over ten hours to finally reach you, haha! But it's my luck that I reached you at all," Han Zaixin's cheerful laughter sounded.

Ye Mo was speechless. This Han Zaixin certainly had his methods. The first time in Hong Kong, he'd called incessantly for days. And now, as soon as he'd taken out his phone, he was reached again.

"Elder Han, what's up this time?" Ye Mo asked speechlessly. He was so busy he couldn't even manage his own affairs and cultivation; he truly didn't want any more issues.

Han Zaixin laughed awkwardly, "Hehe, sorry, I really need your help this time. Your stay in Beijing last time was so short, so I was thinking—"

Ye Mo quickly stopped him. "Old Han, you're not usually this hesitant. Just say it."

Han Zaixin said, "I desperately need your help. Can you come to Beijing? It's hard to explain over the phone."

Ye Mo was silent for a moment. "Okay, wait for me. I'll be there this afternoon."

Han Zaixin wasn't a bad person, and he'd helped him many times. Even when the Heaven Squad had sought trouble, Han Zaixin had stood by him. Now that he was in desperate need of help, Ye Mo had to assist.

Ye Mo had wanted to go to Ning Hai, take his sister, Tang Beiwei, to Flowing Snake, and cultivate there before going to the inner hidden sects, but it seemed he'd have to go to Beijing first.

Ye Mo called Xu Yuehua before heading to Beijing.

...

Although Ye Mo didn't know why Han Zaixin needed him, he knew Han Zaixin knew what was and wasn't appropriate. He wouldn't trouble him with trifles, even if he had helped before.

Han Zaixin hadn't expected Ye Mo to arrive so quickly. He'd only called an hour ago, yet Ye Mo was already at his house. What depressed him was that every time Ye Mo came, his guards seemed purely ornamental.

"Couldn't you just knock?"

"Are you having an affair in broad daylight?" Ye Mo asked, confused, studying Han Zaixin.

"You're having an affair!" Han Zaixin's face darkened. He was a supreme general, yet he was being questioned about an affair.

"That's right. Since you aren't, and since you called me, why bother with formalities? Tell me, why did you call me here today?"

Hearing this, Han Zaixin smiled brightly, making Ye Mo wonder if he was an actor.

"Yan'er, help me make Brother Ye some tea. Use the premium West Lake Dragon Well the old bandit gave me." Han Zaixin quickly pulled out a chair for Ye Mo.

Ye Mo sat down. "Old Han, don't worry about the tea. Tell me why you need me first; you know I've been extremely busy lately. I was just in Sichuan before coming here."

Han Zaixin's face darkened. Ye Mo was talking nonsense. One hour from Sichuan to Beijing? Who was he kidding? Even by plane, it would take more than an hour.

But Han Zaixin wouldn't voice these thoughts, so he smiled. "Brother Ye, you know I have only this precious granddaughter, Han Yan. This time, I need you to help her a bit."

"Brother Ye, please have some tea." Han Yan presented a warm cup of Dragon Well; the aroma was indeed pleasant.

Ye Mo looked at Han Yan in surprise. "Brother Han, your granddaughter seems fine. What does she need my help for?"

Han Yan seemed to want to speak but didn't. In the past, she wouldn't have cared about Ye Mo's words, but now she knew he was powerful.

Han Zaixin sighed. "Brother, I'm sure you know about the hidden sects, but have you heard of the Hidden Sect Tournament?"

Hidden Sect Tournament? Ye Mo had heard of it more than once. It was held every three years. Last time, when he met Mo Kang, he'd said it had changed to every five years and the location had changed. What did this have to do with Han Yan?

Thinking this, Ye Mo subconsciously said, "Of course I do, but hasn't it already passed?"

"Passed? Who said so?" Han Yan looked at Ye Mo strangely.

Ye Mo awkwardly touched his nose. "I don't know; maybe I misheard."

"I knew you'd know about it," Han Zaixin clapped his hands and laughed.

Han Zaixin continued, "Han Yan is representing her sect in this tournament, and I want you to help."

"You want me to instruct her?" Ye Mo studied Han Yan. Her power was low: Yellow level tertiary stage. Was the standard this low?

Han Zaixin stood excitedly. "If you could instruct her, that would be even better!"

Ye Mo waved his hand. "I cultivate different techniques; instructing her is pointless. Tell me, how else can I help?"

Although his relationship with Han Zaixin wasn't bad, he didn't have many chi-increasing pills, so unless Han Zaixin mentioned it, he wouldn't use them.

Han Zaixin looked disappointed, but the expression quickly faded. He said fervently, "Yan'er's sect is called the Guang Han Sect. It's a very small sect. Although it's an outer hidden sect, it ranks at the very bottom. Sects like hers can only participate once every three tournaments—nine years. Now that it's five years between tournaments, Guang Han Sect can only participate every two. Each time, they only have one spot."

Ye Mo frowned. "If it's that prejudiced, why go?"

Han Yan smiled bitterly. "Because the prizes are excellent. A top-30 finish earns a Black Rising Pill and a 500 million reward. The top 10 get those plus an Earth level cultivation method. The top 3 get three months in a spirit pond. It's said one month there equals a year outside. Besides that, everyone gets a pill to reach Earth level. But that's not the main thing! The main thing is a secret reward the top 30 have a chance of getting."

Ye Mo thought, Could that be a spirit well? If so, no matter how powerful the hidden sects were, he'd take it. The other rewards didn't interest him.

"Actually, I want the Black Rising Pill most. I don't even hope for the top ten," Han Yan said.

"Then why compete? How can I help?" Ye Mo asked strangely.

Han Yan said with embarrassment, "Because there have been frequent killings before the tournament, so each sect sends a master to protect their contestant. We don't have a master, and my master is still recovering from failing to reach Earth level."

"So you want me to protect you?" Ye Mo asked.