Chapter 461: Hotel Conflict

Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

They weren’t just expensive, they were absurdly priced, but to avoid upsetting her, Ye Mo simply patted her hands and said, “Nah. I have plenty, but don’t do it again.”

“Oh.” Tang Beiwei glanced at Ye Mo. She knew he was lying.

Ye Mo and Tang Beiwei chatted for a long time before Su Jingwen entered. She couldn’t believe the pill’s effects. She’d used beauty pills before, but compared to the face-preserving pill, they were nothing.

The pill made her skin smooth as jade, erasing all minor imperfections. It couldn’t be cheap; that explained Beiwei’s enviable complexion—she’d taken one too.

“Sister Jingwen, you were already pretty, but now you’re a goddess!” Tang Beiwei said, exaggerating slightly as she approached.

Su Jingwen glanced at Ye Mo but didn’t thank him. She knew the pill must be absurdly expensive. It wasn’t yet on the market, meaning it couldn’t be mass-produced.

“Ye Mo, are you busy these days? My mother wants to see you, but hasn’t had the chance yet,” Su Jingwen said expectantly.

Ye Mo hesitated. “I’ll be here for two days; I can visit your house. I’m busy for the next two weeks, but after that, I have a free month.”

“Okay, then I’ll wait for you at my house at the beginning of next month,” Su Jingwen quickly replied.

“I’m free tomorrow and the day after. Why next month?” Ye Mo asked curiously.

Tang Beiwei took Ye Mo’s hand. “If she says that, her mother must not be home. Brother, you’re a wealthy landlord now; let’s go to the best restaurant in town tonight. It’s a pity Sister Yunbing’s in Beijing; otherwise, she could join us.”

Ye Mo agreed. “Okay, let’s go.”

…

Ye Mo spent the next two days with Tang Beiwei, never mentioning Flowing Snake again. If she wanted to live there, he’d let her. During those two days, he taught her fireball magic and wind control.

They explored Ning Hai, enjoying the happiest two days of Tang Beiwei’s life. Ye Mo rarely had so much time to spend with her.

After two days, despite Su Jingwen and Tang Beiwei’s reluctant gazes, Ye Mo left Ning Hai.

“Beiwei, you’re lucky. Your brother is capable, honest, and humble—a real man,” Su Jingwen watched Ye Mo disappear, speaking from the heart. Only then did she realize her words were awkward, blushing and wanting to explain.

But Tang Beiwei, also gazing into the distance, subconsciously replied, “Having him as my brother makes me both happiest and unhappiest.”

Su Jingwen understood immediately. Tang Beiwei hadn’t seen Ye Mo since she matured. His care for her made her very dependent.

Su Jingwen sighed. Even if Ye Mo weren’t Beiwei’s brother, she had no chance.

Su Jingwen and Tang Beiwei stood motionless in the road, staring into the distance.

…

Xi Yue Hotel was Gui Cheng City’s only five-star hotel, a rarity given the building hadn’t been haunted in six months. In this ghost city, other hotels experienced hauntings once or twice a year. Serious cases resulted in death; lighter ones in a two-week hospital stay.

Many hotel owners had left, but Xi Yue Hotel’s business was booming. Others didn’t know why, but its owner, Wang Xiyue, did: Ye Mo’s defensive artifact.

Wang Xiyue knew the world held many hidden masters. Though the government only hinted at it, he knew this tournament was unusual.

Many upper-class people were arriving, more than the hotel could accommodate. He immediately sensed the tournament’s extraordinary nature. These upper-class individuals visited those staying at the hotel respectfully, sometimes waiting all day without complaint.

Therefore, he ordered his staff never to offend anyone, regardless of appearance, warning them to take responsibility for any consequences.

But now Wang Xiyue was in trouble. He didn’t want to offend anyone, but a fight had broken out, and he was helpless. Someone, denied a room, refused to leave and offended a guest, sparking a conflict.

Han Yan was annoyed. Following Ye Mo’s instructions, she’d asked for his room but the system showed no “Ye Mo.” She felt embarrassed, the strange looks from others intensifying her discomfort.

“Are you from the Guang Han Sect?” A man in his twenties approached, asking casually.

Han Yan relaxed; her sect’s clothing was evident.

“Yes,” she replied respectfully.

The man said seriously, “Little girl, do you think a nobody from the Guang Han Sect gets a room at Xi Yue Hotel? You’re dreaming! It doesn't matter if your sect came or not, why suffer for your pride?”

His serious tone prompted laughter from the onlookers.

Han Yan blushed, unable to retort. The man was from the Xia Family. Though she rarely went out, she recognized his clothes. The Xia Family, while not among the six great sects, ranked just below them.

To them, the Guang Han Sect was insignificant. Han Yan knew offending them could implicate her sect and even the Han Family.

“Brother Xia’s right. Stay in my room; it’s large. Hehe. Though you’re average-looking, I don’t mind,” someone smirked, causing another round of laughter. Hidden sect members, focused on cultivation and rarely venturing out, lacked empathy, believing power was everything. No one cared about a weakling like the Guang Han Sect.

“F*ck you. Go sleep with your mother!” Han Yan finally snapped. She’d always been treated with respect; she wouldn’t tolerate this humiliation.

“B*tch, you want to die?” The man’s face turned cold. He lunged forward to slap her.