Chapter 471: Shameless to the Extreme

Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

The moment Qi Shiheng put the pill in his mouth, it melted. A hot, spicy qi rose from his dantian, but it wasn't uncomfortable. Qi Shiheng's expression changed; he sat down to digest the pill without hesitation. Was he telling the truth about the pill?

Immediately afterward, he felt the liquid turn into inner qi, filling his meridians.

Feng Wu stared at Qi Shiheng. Seeing the joy on his face as he digested the pill, he realized Qi Shiheng might have been telling the truth.

Ye Mo, a young man in his twenties, possessed such a precious pill. This made Feng Wu take him seriously. It was said that only great heaven level masters could concoct such pills. Was Ye Mo a great heaven level master? Or was he connected to one? There hadn't been a great heaven level master in any of the outer hidden sects recently; even if there had been, it could only have been Wu Dao or the Gourd Cave sect leader. Ye Mo was too young to be a great heaven level master. If he hadn't obtained the pill by chance, it meant a great heaven level master was behind him.

If the pill truly improved earth level power, even if found by luck, it was still precious. How could he trade it for a Spirit Sensing Stone? He probably did it to annoy Xiang Mingwang.

Thinking this, Feng Wu's mindset changed. Tang Jiao had recently reached great heaven level and lost to Ye Mo. To avoid revealing this, he’d gone into solitary cultivation, so few knew. Feng Wu coughed, stood up, and said, “Since Sect Leader Qi is digesting the pill, let's continue the meeting.”

The meeting's atmosphere eased, and people began trading.

Hearing this, Xiang Mingwang frowned but said nothing, sitting down with a bleak expression.

Ye Mo scanned Xiang Mingwang. Everyone thought he’d traded the Space Abyssal Rock to challenge Xiang Mingwang, but he knew otherwise. He wasn't afraid of Xiang Mingwang; if Xiang Mingwang wanted to fight, Ye Mo would oblige.

The subsequent trades were substantial to those present, but unremarkable to Ye Mo. Jiu Ming Academy, possessing great wealth, produced an earth level high-stage ancient martial arts cultivation method. Feng Wu watched Ye Mo from the moment it was revealed, but it was useless to him.

An hour passed quickly. As the meeting neared its end, Qi Shiheng yelled, stood up, stretched his arms, and called out, “Great pill! I reached earth level middle stage with ease!”

Qi Shiheng seemed to suddenly remember where he was, carefully saluting Xiang Mingwang and Feng Wu. He said, “Qianbei, wanbei has just broken through. I apologize for my impoliteness.”

“You’ve reached earth level middle stage?” Feng Wu asked, lacking the spirit sense to decipher Qi Shiheng's inner qi.

“Yes, Feng-Qianbei. Wanbei has indeed reached earth level middle stage.” The joy remained on Qi Shiheng’s face.

Wang Lenchan calmly said, “So, the pill is genuine?”

Qi Shiheng's tone grew cautious. The pill was key to the conflict between Ye Mo and Xiang Mingwang, but now everyone knew he'd reached earth level middle stage; even if they didn't, he dared not lie. “Yes, Brother Ye's pill works as advertised.” He saluted Ye Mo. “Thank you, Brother Ye. I am truly grateful.”

Xiang Mingwang’s expression changed. He knew he'd lost completely, but silence would damage his authority.

“Mmm—You possess the remains of an ancient martial arts ruin. It's the wealth our predecessors left us. Ye Mo, if I were you, I would contribute to our waning Chinese ancient martial arts. Even if you can’t give everything away for free, you should offer some for trade, to contribute to its development.” Xiang Mingwang sneered. He knew it was impossible, but he couldn’t let everyone judge him because of the qi-increasing pill.

Ye Mo’s anger was evident in his eyes. He’d seen shameless people before, but never one as shameless as Xiang Mingwang. There were many sects present, yet Ye Mo was expected to contribute his resources.

Ye Mo knew Xiang Mingwang’s goal: to save face and shift blame to him. Xiang Mingwang claimed Ye Mo obtained the pill from an ancient martial arts ruin, shared wealth belonging to all ancient martial artists; therefore, Ye Mo should share it.

“Yes, that wealth should belong to everyone practicing ancient martial arts.”

“I firmly support Xiang-Qianbei’s words. It belongs to everyone.”

Everyone seemed to understand why Ye Mo possessed such potent pills and offensive magic artifacts. Previously concerned about offending Ye Mo, they now supported Xiang Mingwang, hoping to benefit.

Ye Mo sneered, sitting still and looking around. Those he looked at subconsciously lowered their heads.

“Xiang Mingwang, honestly, I, Ye Mo, have seen many shameless people, but this is the first time I've seen someone as shameless as you. If you want my things, it's simple: come and take them if you dare.” Ye Mo challenged him.

“Ye Mo, I am Wang Lenchan of the Wang Family. Though Sect Leader Xiang’s words are blunt, I agree. You were lucky to find an ancient ruin, but it still belongs to all ancient martial artists. We won’t ask for it for free; you can trade or request something in return,” said Wang Lenchan, who hadn't spoken before.

Zeng Zhengxia sighed, saying nothing; he knew it was useless.

Though Ye Mo didn't mind slaughtering everyone, it would make him an enemy of all the hidden sects. While unafraid, he now had friends and family. Without Xiang Mingwang, those jealous of his possessions would only attack in secret; with Xiang Mingwang leading, they attacked openly.

After careful consideration, Ye Mo calmed down and said, “Xiang Mingwang, as one of this meeting’s organizers, you must have lived a long life and know much. Before I reveal my resources, I have a few questions.”

“I’ve lived an upright life; there’s nothing I can’t answer,” Xiang Mingwang sneered, satisfied at turning the tables.

“Haha, perfect. Since there’s nothing you can’t answer, I have a few questions. You’re the Gourd Cave’s Vice-Sect Leader; I want to know how long your sect has existed to achieve such fame,” Ye Mo asked plainly.

Xiang Mingwang laughed proudly. “We’ve only been around for 100 years, but our wealth is considerable, and with the acknowledgment of the hidden sects’ dao friends, we were chosen as the number one sect.”

Ye Mo sneered. “You’ve only existed for 100 years and dare claim abundant wealth? To my knowledge, Serenity, Dian Cang, and Broken Fist Hall have existed for more than 100 years. By your logic, shouldn't they be wealthier and more deserving of the top spot? Even if they're ineligible, aren't there older sects? With so many sects present, why should yours be number one?”