Chapter 481: Spirit Nourishing Wood
Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter
“It was my fault for attacking you yesterday, but you also killed my pet. I hope this ends here, and we go our separate ways,” the black-robed woman said after a long while. Her pet was half her life. Without it, any Earth Level Middle Stage cultivator could kill her, but she didn’t dare reason with Ye Mo.
Although she hadn’t dared watch Ye Mo’s fight with Wang Lenchan the previous day, she’d checked the site afterward. She believed even a group of cultivators with her power wouldn’t match Ye Mo. She couldn’t understand how someone so young had become so strong.
Ye Mo sneered. “You ambushed me, trying to kill me, then claim it’s your fault and I should let you go? Do you think I’m a saint?”
“Then what do you want? The ancient martial arts code is to forgive when possible. I’ve admitted defeat and my wrong. Are you going to kill me? China is a country of morals and customs; are you going to do something savage?” the woman asked, evasively.
Ye Mo smiled. “Yes, I am. It’s your misfortune for messing with me. You’ve killed many people at Ghost City these years, and your pet ate many souls as well.”
“Don’t kill me! I’ll give you the Nine Moon Sect’s cultivation method.” The woman produced a goatskin booklet.
Ye Mo didn’t bother to look. He’d seen it before. He didn’t answer, just threw several wind blades.
She was at least Earth Level Middle Stage. Seeing Ye Mo’s wind blades, she didn’t know what they were, but used her stick to block them. However, there were too many, and she was cut in two.
Ye Mo threw a fireball, burning the woman to ashes before picking up the booklet. It was indeed the Nine Moon Evergreen Chant. He looked at it; it seemed far more complicated than the one he’d seen before.
He immediately realized this was the second half of the cultivation method. The one he’d seen before was the first.
Reading the introduction, Ye Mo understood. The chant’s creator was a woman. She’d been taken to the Great Emotion Forgetting Sect and cultivated the Great Emotion Forgetting Chant.
She found a man, fell in love. But cultivating the Great Emotion Forgetting Chant meant she couldn’t have love; if she did, she had to sever it. The woman was highly emotional and, despite being the sect’s greatest genius, went against it for her lover and left.
To bring her back, the sect sent masters to kill him. This angered her, and she publicly declared the Great Emotion Forgetting Chant wasn’t even an ancient martial arts cultivation method—a cultivation method that couldn’t achieve longevity was trash.
Then, she disappeared. Twenty years later, she founded the Nine Moon Sect on Sichuan’s Qing Shao Mountain. She created her new cultivation method, the Nine Moon Evergreen Chant, and returned to annihilate the Great Emotion Forgetting Sect.
Thus, the Nine Moon Sect was labeled an evil sect.
After closing the book, Ye Mo sighed. The woman was awe-inspiring.
The cultivation method likely became “evil” because disciples didn’t understand the opening section and believed their sect was evil; hence, the cultivation method must also be evil.
Shaking his head, Ye Mo put away the cultivation method and went back into the tomb.
Entering again, he realized much had happened. The cold woman had placed the yin-yang fish artifact on the door and had a jade slip in her pocket.
The two tomb raiders lay beside the coffin, their faces purple. They were dead. When Ye Mo’s spirit sense reached the cold woman, he found bleak chi surrounding her.
He immediately knew she was invaded by yin chi, but since she cultivated ancient martial arts and was Yellow Level Peak, the bleak chi couldn’t harm her yet. Her shocked expression showed she’d been scared before fainting.
Ye Mo shook his head. He didn’t know her, but she seemed to dislike him. Since he was there, he might as well save her.
He patted her forehead, forcing out the yin chi. It vanished with Ye Mo’s true fire. The paleness and fear on her face quickly disappeared.
He then noticed the body was out of the coffin, in a corner. A ghost rose from it, about to attack Ye Mo.
Ye Mo sneered, threw a fireball, burning the ghost to nothing. The two jade ornaments were probably valuable, but Ye Mo didn’t bother taking them. His spirit sense scanned the black crescent shape on the wall.
He took it down; the black was just a layer of skin.
He peeled it off, finding inside an orange-yellow wood with a faint aroma.
Spirit nourishing wood? He didn’t expect to find such a treasure in that tomb. It could be used to concoct pills or made into jewelry to strengthen one’s soul. He immediately wrapped it in cloth and put it in his ring.
The trip had been worthwhile, putting Ye Mo in a good mood. He glanced at the cold woman, carried her, saying, “I’m in a good mood today. Count yourself lucky. I’ll take you out.”
He quickly climbed out, buried the holes, got on his flying sword, and left. As soon as he left, another ghost rose near the grave but didn’t follow him. It went in the opposite direction and disappeared.
If Ye Mo had seen it, he’d have realized it was the old woman’s second ghost. It was intelligent; it knew that appearing earlier would have alerted Ye Mo.
Carrying the woman was troublesome. He didn’t know where she lived and couldn’t leave her on the streets. He didn’t want to take her to his place either. Where should he leave her?
He searched her body for keys, finding a keycard. The woman wore thin long pants, making him feel her soft skin. This aroused him, but he wasn’t thinking of the woman in his arms. He wanted to find Luo Ying and sleep with her and Qingxue.
“Luo Ying. Qingxue.” Ye Mo murmured longingly, then shook his head.
The card said, “Yuan Cheng Hotel 303.”
Minutes later, Ye Mo brought the woman to her room, dumped her on the bed, and returned home.
Han Yan was asleep when Ye Mo arrived. He showered and carefully examined the spirit nourishing wood.
Ye Mo wondered something strange. The wood was for cultivation, so why was it hanging on a tomb wall, tightly wrapped? If the person knew its worth, why wasn’t it in the coffin?