Chapter 473: Dark Windy Slaughter Night Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter
Ye Mo sat down, seemingly helpless, and grabbed his bag tighter. “If that’s the case, do I get to choose first?”
Feng Wu intervened. “Since you three contributed, you all can choose first.”
Feng Wu was worried Ye Mo would involve his academy. Luckily, despite his cockiness, Ye Mo only sought revenge on the two opposing sects.
The other ancient martial arts sects shared this concern but remained silent.
“We’ll settle this. We’ll give our bags to Brother Feng. Please finish one bag before moving on. You can’t take back your own things,” Wang Lenchan sneered. He wanted something from Ye Mo’s bag.
Ye Mo’s expression fell as he produced the yellow essence and Space Abyssal Rock, then returned the bag to Feng Wu. Everyone knew these items were insignificant, so no one commented.
With the spoils distributed, everyone was happy. However, most eyes were on Ye Mo’s bag, believing it held the most valuable items, fearing the Wang Family and Gourd Cave's retribution.
Xiang Mingwang’s bag was emptied onto the table. It contained three bottles of earth spirit pills, two fine swords, an earth level middle and primary stage cultivation method, and a wooden box holding fiery ore.
Ye Mo rejoiced. It was an earth fire essence stone. Though currently useless, he could utilize it later. There were herbs, but no spirit herbs.
Ye Mo grabbed the earth fire essence stone. “If I skip this stone, it might cause a commotion.”
Xiang Mingwang’s face was grim; he seemed not to hear.
Wang Lenchan then took an earth spirit pill. No one dared take from Gourd Cave. Next, Ye Mo selected an earth spirit pill, sniffing it. “Poor quality, but I guess I can feed my bird.”
Xiang Mingwang nearly spat blood.
Seeing no one dared take his things and it was Ye Mo’s turn again, Xiang Mingwang stood. “Everyone, take what you want. I don’t mind.”
With that, the remaining items were quickly distributed.
Wang Lenchan’s bag was opened. Ye Mo took an earth level cultivation method. “Goodbye, it’s been a good meeting.”
Xiang Mingwang sneered. “Your bag’s unopened. Don’t you want to see who takes your things?” He craved Ye Mo’s reaction.
Ye Mo waved his hand. “It’s nothing, just some pots. Whoever wants them can have them.”
Ye Mo left. Feng Wu called, “Ye Mo, if you’re bringing someone to the tournament, be at Duan Ding Mountain by 9 a.m.”
Many shook their heads, seeing Ye Mo leave his bag. He was unlucky; he’d lost valuable items and couldn’t protest.
Wang Lenchan’s bag emptied. Feng Wu produced Ye Mo’s bag. “Sect Leader Wang and Xiang, please examine it first.”
Feng Wu emptied the bag; a clatter, then silence. Ye Mo had been truthful. No pills or artifacts; only a kitchen knife, a large pot, and spoons.
Xiang Mingwang and Wang Lenchan were stunned. Everyone stared at the kitchen utensils, wondering if Ye Mo was mad. An ancient martial arts meeting, and he brought kitchenware.
A young nun stifled a laugh; to laugh would be to mock Xiang and Wang.
“The cunning little brat,” Xiang Mingwang muttered, his face dark. His efforts were for nothing; only kitchen utensils.
Wang Lenchan’s face was impassive, thoughtful.
Feng Wu sighed. Ye Mo had gone too far; Wang Lenchan would seek revenge. That night might be Ye Mo’s last. Anyone familiar with Wang knew he’d kill Ye Mo, and no one could stop him, not even Feng Wu.
The meeting ended eerily.
Ye Mo left King Qing Guang Palace, knowing the night wouldn’t be peaceful.
“It really is a dark windy slaughter night,” he murmured, heading for the mountaintop.
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Broken Top Mountain bordered Gui Cheng City, 900 meters above sea level. Its name came from its lack of a peak; like a pyramid cut in half. People gathered there for activities.
However, it was haunted; possessions and deaths occurred. It was said those who ascended died of a strange disease.
Fewer people visited. The government sent specialists, claiming a strange magnetic field caused hallucinations, but no one believed them.
Eventually, the entire city seemed haunted, though less severely than Broken Top Mountain.
Ghosts were ethereal. Citizens feared them, but hidden sect cultivators were unfazed. Hence, the tournament's location.
Ye Mo came late because he expected an attack and wanted an undisturbed location. He also wanted to see the ghosts.
Near the mountain, a bleak wind blew. Something was amiss. He didn’t use his flying sword; he wanted to lure his attacker.
The ghosts Ye Mo encountered were controlled by cultivators, like the 9 Moon Sect. Without a suitable environment, ghosts couldn’t survive long. The mountain lacked such conditions; how could there be ghosts?
As he thought this, a bleak wind struck his neck—swift, eerie.
Ye Mo dodged, surprised his spirit sense hadn't detected the attack's origin.
As he searched, his spirit sense located Wang Lenchan, rapidly approaching. Silent, he attacked with his sword, faster than the wind. The bleak wind wasn't from Wang Lenchan.