Chapter 477: How Come Sect Leader Wang Isn’t Here?

Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

“Has Wang Lenchan come after you? Did you kill him?” Zeng Zhengxia asked incredulously. Why else would Ye Mo be asking about the Wang family? It wasn’t unusual; the hidden sects' code was to either not attack, or attack and kill all.

Ye Mo smiled. “That’s right. He wanted to kill me, so I killed him first. I left no one alive. I’ve never heard of this Nan Mountain, and I figured, since you’re all part of the hidden sects, someone would know where it is.”

Zeng Zhengxia was even more shocked that Ye Mo admitted it. It seemed the rumors about Ye Mo annihilating the He Liu and Dian Cang were true. He’d thought Ye Mo was decent, though slightly weaker than himself. Now, he dared not think that. He was earth level tertiary stage, yet Wang Lenchan could probably kill him in a few moves. Yet Ye Mo had killed Wang Lenchan and all his men. Had he reached the legendary great heaven state?

“Are you great heaven state?” Zeng Zhengxia asked bluntly. It was shocking, a twenty-year-old great heaven master?

Ye Mo hummed thoughtfully. He considered Tan Jiao. Since he’d defeated Tan Jiao, he should be considered great heaven, right? But then he thought of Wang Lenchan and Wu Dao. If great heaven meant only slightly stronger than halfway great heaven, it couldn’t be called great heaven. Moreover, Tan Jiao was far weaker than those two.

Ye Mo shook his head. “I probably still have some way to go before great heaven. I don’t know how much, but I’m not afraid of great heaven levels.”

Ye Mo wasn’t bluffing. He could fly on his flying sword, controlling it telekinetically. Even against a great heaven master, he could be cautious. If he couldn’t win, he could escape. But he’d never met a real great heaven master, so he didn’t know the difference.

Zeng Zhengxia exhaled, calming down. After a long while, he said, “No wonder you’re not scared of Xiang Mingwang. Xiang Mingwang is at most as strong as Wang Lenchan, maybe even weaker than Feng Wu. Brother Ye, you truly are a millennial genius.”

Ye Mo smiled. He knew his strength came from cultivating ancient martial arts and the immortal path. Which ancient martial art could surpass the immortal path?

Zeng Zhengxia continued, “It’s impossible to find the Wang family. Even the Wang family doesn’t know their own location, let alone others. I suspect Xiang Mingwang and the others wouldn’t know either. The Wang family always keeps a low profile, bringing only two members to the tournament this time.”

Ye Mo sighed.

“Doesn’t Brother Zeng live here?” Ye Mo asked; he hadn’t found Zeng Zhengxia with his spirit sense the night before.

Zeng Zhengxia nodded. “None of the six great sects live here. They live in government-provided housing. Brother Ye, the tournament starts at 9 a.m. I came to see you. Now I must prepare. Our 36 Rivers Sect has four disciples participating. It’s my honor to meet someone like you, Brother Ye.”

Ye Mo immediately said, “Brother Zeng is a truthful man. No one else dared to speak up for me, but you did. Brother Zeng, I consider you a true friend.”

“Alright. My 36 Rivers Sect is in the Duan Heng Region; you’re welcome to visit,” Zeng Zhengxia said happily.

Ye Mo nodded. “The reason I invited you, Brother Zeng, is because of your internal injuries. If I’m not wrong, they’re very serious. Untreated, you’ll only last three to five years.”

“Brother Ye, you can tell I have internal injuries?” Zeng Zhengxia stood up in shock. He wasn’t afraid of death, but he feared no one strong enough would succeed him at 36 Rivers. His death would cause them to fall from 5th place.

Ye Mo smiled and produced a pill. “This is a lotus life pill. Your injuries will be cured after you take it.”

“A lotus life seed? Is that the lotus life pill sold at the Xi Xia Temple that cured Miao Quan’s internal injuries?” Zeng Zhengxia asked in shock.

Ye Mo nodded.

Zeng Zhengxia solemnly took the pill. “Brother Ye, it’s my good fortune to be your friend. I know Miao Quan searched everywhere for the source of this pill, but the Yu Association wouldn’t reveal it. I never expected it came from you. I know this pill is very expensive and unavailable on the market. I’ll take it. If you ever need anything, Brother Ye, just ask; I’ll do it at any cost.”

Ye Mo patted Zeng Zhengxia’s shoulder. “Since we’re friends, there’s no need for such talk. Brother Zeng, you still need to bring your sect disciples to Broken Top Mountain. I won’t delay you any longer; we’ll meet there.”

Ye Mo didn’t need the lotus life pill to cure Zeng Zhengxia’s injuries. It would take too much time and chi; and since they were friends, one pill didn’t matter.

After Zeng Zhengxia left, Han Yan finished washing and they went downstairs. On the eighth floor, many sect leaders and elders were emerging, obviously surprised to see Ye Mo unscathed. Those who knew him greeted him. Xia Changtian and Yu Tao were even more shocked, but they didn’t show it.

Han Yan sighed. If she’d come alone or with her master, they wouldn’t have had a place to talk and would have had to let others enter the elevator first. Following Ye Mo was different. No one dared go in first. Only Ye Mo and she entered the first elevator.

This was power. Society was all about power.

Ye Mo didn’t mind; he was used to it. He’d needed to be like that in Luo Yue.

When Ye Mo and Han Yan reached the main hall, Wang Xiyue was waiting. He quickly led them to a private dining room and informed Ye Mo that the car was ready.

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The previous night, Broken Top Mountain had been bleak and cold, but now it was vibrant and boisterous. Cars continuously arrived at the mountain base, as people in various sects' clothing ascended.

Except for those with special connections to the hidden sects, most people couldn’t attend.

The mountaintop was about a quarter square kilometer, already cleared. Two huge fighting stages stood in the center, surrounded by seating. Around seven to eight thousand people were present. Ye Mo estimated that most of the mortals present assisted the hidden sects with business.

Although order-maintaining squads were present, the guests were well-behaved and unconcerned with their seating. The scene was not chaotic.

Guang Han Sect’s status was low; they only had two seats at the back. When Ye Mo and Han Yan arrived, Zeng Zhengxia, who’d been waiting, led them to the 36 Rivers Sect’s area.

“Brother Ye, sit here. I’ll have someone help Ms. Han register, and I’ll help you secure a referee position for the tournament,” Zeng Zhengxia said.

Ye Mo smiled. “If I refereed, that old fart Xiang Mingwang wouldn’t agree. Besides, I’m not interested. I’ll just sit here. Han Yan, go register; I’ll look around.”

After Han Yan left, Zeng Zhengxia departed to oversee the tournament. Ye Mo, however, received high-quality service, a waiter constantly at his side.

Ye Mo saw the registration area was chaotic, the process taking an hour, but he wasn’t worried. He had two goals: bring Han Yan to the tournament and locate the spirit well. He didn’t want to trouble Zeng Zhengxia, so he didn’t ask.

Meanwhile, Xiang Mingwang wore a grim expression. “How come Sect Leader Wang still isn’t here?” His tone was unhappy; Wang Lenchan had clearly taken everything for himself the previous night. Though he expected Wang Lenchan to share something that day, he was still displeased.