Chapter 469: I’m Worried That He Won’t Come For Me

Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

They had seen magic artifacts before, but usually only defensive ones. Offensive magic artifacts were rare. The dagger Ye Mo produced seemed to be an offensive magic artifact, shocking everyone present.

Ye Mo chuckled. It wasn’t a magic artifact, not even a low-level one. It was a dagger he’d sharpened, inscribing two formations on it. Magic artifacts weren’t so easily made. His flying sword was only a barely top-level magic artifact, even after using many precious materials—he’d only achieved that with a star jade; otherwise, it would have been merely a good-level artifact.

But Ye Mo knew these people had no concept of low, middle, or top-level magic artifacts. The whip Xian Daoist used against him was also an offensive magic artifact, but in the cultivation realm, it was merely a higher-level weapon. Ye Mo wasn’t going to explain this.

After Zeng Zhengxia channeled his inner qi, he drew the whip at his waist and lightly hacked at it with the dagger. Crank—the meticulously crafted whip snapped.

“This is a real magic artifact! It’s a good dagger, a great dagger!” Zeng Zhengxia stroked the dagger. He lacked a good weapon; this would increase his battle power significantly.

Zeng Zhengxia then produced the yellow essence and said to Ye Mo, “I’m very pleased with this sword, but the yellow essence is far less valuable than your dagger.”

Ye Mo looked at Zeng Zhengxia in surprise. He understood the hidden sect mentality—power ruled everything in the cultivation realm. He hadn’t expected Zeng Zhengxia to say that. Anyone else would have readily accepted the exchange.

Zeng Zhengxia’s words impressed Ye Mo; he seemed truthful. “This dagger is nothing to me; I have several more. Brother Zeng, please give me your yellow essence.”

“Okay, okay, my respect, Brother Ye. Haha.”

Zeng Zhengxia tossed the yellow essence to Ye Mo and began examining the dagger. Ye Mo took the essence and said, “Brother Zeng is an upright man. Ye Mo greatly approves. If you have time, come to my place for a chat. I live atop the Xiyue Hotel.”

Ye Mo sensed Zeng Zhengxia had severe internal injuries. Left untreated, he had only a few years left. If Zeng Zhengxia came tonight, Ye Mo wouldn’t mind treating him.

“Okay, I’ll bother you later, Brother Ye. Haha.” Zeng Zhengxia sat down.

Those wanting to trade then approached Ye Mo, but he didn’t want their average pills or earth-level cultivation methods. Most gave up on Ye Mo producing another dagger. Xiang Mingwang of Gourd Cave produced a jade bottle. “I have an earth spirit pill here. It can advance anyone below Great Heaven realm.”

A buzz arose. That earth spirit pill was worth more than Ye Mo’s dagger. Xiang Mingwang disregarded the attention and looked at Ye Mo. “Ye Mo, if you have another dagger like that, I’m willing to trade.”

Ye Mo’s spirit sense scanned the pill; it was genuine. He wondered who could make such pills. Did this person also possess spirit sense? He then remembered the Shen Nong Cauldron. If someone had it, others must have used it to make pills.

Ye Mo sneered. Though interested in the pill, he disliked Xiang Mingwang. Furthermore, the pill was at most similar to, or even inferior to, his chi-increasing pill.

Unexpectedly, Ye Mo simply scanned the pill and said, “Not interested.”

“You—,” Xiang Mingwang was furious. He hadn’t expected Ye Mo to reject something so precious. Wasn’t the pill worth a hundred times more than the yellow essence?

Xiang Mingwang’s expression darkened; he said nothing, but those nearby felt his killing intent.

Ye Mo looked down on him. The old man had spoken of fairness, yet now, because of a rejected trade, he displayed killing intent. What a shameless old fart! He had no right to threaten Ye Mo.

Many sensed the killing intent, but they preferred Ye Mo dead sooner than later.

Gu Yanghe, pleased with his newly acquired fist art, sighed. “Brother Ye, you shouldn’t have angered Xiang Mingwang. He’s vengeful and powerful. Only Wu Feng can match him.”

Ye Mo smiled, “I’m worried he won’t come for me.”

Gu Yanghe sighed, thinking young people were reckless. He didn’t realize Ye Mo could match Xiang Mingwang. Ye Mo was only in his twenties, but he might be as strong as Xiang Mingwang. He couldn’t say that, though. He’d just met Ye Mo and liked him because of his feud with the He Liu sect.

Just as Xiang Mingwang was putting away the earth spirit pill, someone said uncertainly, “Xiang-Qianbei, this is Qi Shiheng from Wu Yi. I have a spirit-sensing stone, if—”

Before Qi Shiheng finished, Xiang Mingwang waved his hand. “That’s useless to me.” He put away the pill.

Ye Mo thought it was Space Abyssal Rock, the material for storage devices.

“I’ll take the rock,” Ye Mo’s words again drew everyone’s attention.