Chapter 465: Surname Ye Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

Han Yan saw impurities leaving her body and quickly said, “I’ll go take a shower.”

Ye Mo didn’t wait long for Han Yan to return. She walked up to him and said gratefully, “Brother Ye, thank you. I know the pill must be very precious. If I get into the top 30, the money reward—”

Ye Mo waved his hand. “The pill was promised. You don’t need to thank me. I made a sword for you. Try it. Wear this wrist guard, too. I devised three sword moves; familiarize yourself with them before the tournament. That’s all I can do. I’m going out tonight. Call if you need anything.”

Ye Mo had just given Han Yan the items when his expression changed drastically. His spirit sense scanned the hotel, and he saw Wang Xiyue being choked and slapped on the third floor.

“Keep practicing. I’ll be right back,” Ye Mo said, hurrying downstairs.

Before Han Yan could react, he was gone. She examined the long sword. Gently hacking the table, it sliced off a corner as if it were tofu. Han Yan was stunned. What sword was that? It far surpassed the weapons in the Extreme Weapons Vault.

…

Meanwhile, in a large fifth-floor room, Xia Changtian, the Xia Family leader, sat at the head of the table, green-faced, listening to Xia Seng’s exaggerated report. He and several elders had just returned from a meeting and were leaving again that night when this happened.

Xia Changtian slammed the tea table. “How dare he! A mere Guang Han Sect member and a black-level insect dares to mess with our Xia Family!”

The sturdy nan-wood table shattered. Xia Seng knelt, coldness in his eyes. He knew Ye Mo was finished. The family leader was furious.

“Xia Seng, you’ve shamed our family. You’ll face the wall for a year upon our return,” Xia Changtian reproached.

An elder sitting beside him intervened. “Xia Seng, you said the young man was in his twenties and possessed black-level tertiary-stage power?”

Xia Seng quickly replied, “Yes, Elder Pang. Shi Zhongzhi from Jiu Ming Academy said Ye Mo is probably black-level tertiary stage.”

“A black-level tertiary-stage master in his twenties? His surname is Ye?” Xia Changtian murmured, his face changing drastically. He glanced at the other elders, his expression worsening.

“Ye Mo,” Xia Changtian and Xia Pang said simultaneously.

They were certain the young man was Ye Mo. Besides him, who possessed such power, unknown even to the hidden sects? And who else would dare beat an Yi Jian Sect disciple so badly?

A shiver ran down Xia Changtian and Xia Pang’s spines. News of Ye Mo’s defeat of Dian Cang, forcing their sect to seal itself, hadn’t been widely publicized, but rumors circulated. Even if false, Ye Mo’s decimation of the He Liu Sect, forcing its closure, was known.

Two of the six major hidden sects were forced to shut down by Ye Mo, and now a Xia Family idiot had provoked him.

Ye Mo was known to annihilate sects. The Xia Family, even powerful, weren’t as strong as one of the six major sects. Furthermore, they knew something others didn’t: their son-in-law, Zhang Fengzhi, a Hong Martial Sect master (earth-level mid-stage), was killed by Ye Mo.

After killing him, Ye Mo helped Mo Kang take Xia Rou. Yet, the Hong Martial Sect dared not object; they even helped Ye Mo issue an announcement and compensated his losses.

The reason for the compensation was ludicrous: people had attacked his property in Flowing Snake. Most still brought apologies. The Xia Family was among them.

Ye Mo's dominance over hidden sects was evident; his name was taboo. Xia Changtian didn’t know the other four sects’ attitudes, but the Xia Family dared not provoke him.

They sought his favor, ruined by Xia Seng’s idiocy. If Ye Mo was angered, the Xia Family would be in trouble.

“Perhaps we can contact Rou and have Mo Kang seek his mercy,” Xia Changtian said, willing to sacrifice Xia Seng.

“Family Leader,” Xia Seng called out at the wrong moment.

“Get out, you animal! Our family will be destroyed by trash like you!” Xia Pang kicked him.

Xia Seng was sent flying, spitting blood, but dared not speak. He’d heard of Ye Mo’s power, but hadn’t realized he’d offended him. He was finished. His heart sank; he was incredibly unlucky.

“Immediately check if Ye Mo is still in the hotel. Notify me instantly,” Xia Changtian said decisively. He needed Ye Mo’s forgiveness immediately.

“Family Leader, Yi Jian Sect’s leader and elder are visiting,” someone reported.

Xia Changtian and Xia Pang knew why. They wanted the Xia Family to join them in fighting Ye Mo.

Xia Pang sneered. The Yi Jian Sect didn’t need them to deal with a mere black-level warrior. They didn’t know Ye Mo, and if he had a powerful background, they could drag the Xia Family down with them.

“Please, come in.” The Yi Jian Sect was no less powerful than the Xia Family; Xia Changtian didn’t want to offend them.

“Xia Brother, you’ve had quite a day,” a skinny man entered, saluting and smiling.

Xia Changtian returned the salute. “Sect Leader Yu has had quite the haul, too.”

As they sat, the man Xia Changtian had sent rushed back. “Ye Mo just went to the third floor, to the boss’s office.”

Xia Changtian rose and quickly left with Xia Pang, hurriedly saying, “Sect Leader Yu, urgent business. We’ll talk later.”

The sect leader and elder found this strange and rude. A family like the Xia Family dared act so. He’d visited personally, yet they left hastily. Even visiting the six major sects’ leaders wouldn’t warrant such behavior.

“Sect Leader, did he say ‘Ye Mo’?” the elder asked, immediately connecting the dots. The person who’d beaten Feng Nan was also an ancient martial arts cultivator surnamed Ye. The person who'd beaten Feng Nan was Ye Mo.

…

When Ye Mo reached the third floor, Wang Xiyue was dumped in a corner. His attacker was a man in his thirties, yellow-level tertiary stage.

Ye Mo saw Wu Yingyuan beside the man, recognizing the master he’d heard of. But Mayor Wu seemed respectful, seemingly unaware of Wang Xiyue’s beating.

“You’re ballsy, Boss Wang. Giving that trash a room? You want to die?” the young man swore, believing Wang Xiyue should have given him the room and resented the disrespect.

“Young Master Pei, the person upstairs is him,” Wu Yingyuan was the first to see Ye Mo at the door.

The young man stared coldly at Ye Mo. “Idiot, do you want to—”

Young Master Pei stopped mid-sentence, his face turning to horror.

“Xi—Sect Leader Xia,” he mumbled, bowing to the old man who’d just entered.