Chapter 494: Enemy? Benefactor?

Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

Ye Mo opened his eyes and recognized his rescuer: the cold woman he’d saved twice before. He hadn’t realized she wanted to kill him; her dislike seemed less than lethal. Perhaps it stemmed from their encounter at the special forces barracks?

Seeing Song Yangzhu, he felt relieved. Good deeds brought good returns: he’d saved her twice, and now she’d saved him. Forcing a smile through the pain, he said, “I’m quite lucky today.”

He closed his eyes and began healing with chi, relying on inner cycles since he lacked lotus life pills.

Her words struck Song Yangzhu. Him? She remembered that terrifying night in the tomb, fainting but retaining some consciousness. Vaguely, she recalled being carried and hearing, “I’m in a good mood today. It’s your luck, I’ll bring you out.”

She’d woken in her hotel room, knowing it wasn't a dream, but unsure of her rescuer. The man’s use of “lucky” mirrored Ye Mo’s words.

Dazed, she realized her intended victim was her savior. Enemy or benefactor? Enemy or benefactor?

Her hand shook. Should she kill him? What should she do?

Unaware of her turmoil, Ye Mo fervently healed. He hadn't expected such grievous wounds. His power was at the peak of the outer hidden sects, yet he'd suffered this setback. Without luck, further advancement would be impossible.

Ren Pingchuan was strong, but that bomb was powerful. Even Ren Pingchuan might not have survived. Hopefully he died in the blast. Ye Mo believed all other Gourd Cave members were dead.

Seeing the unconscious Ye Mo, Song Yangzhu struggled before praying by the river, “Grandpa, Ye Mo is a Song family enemy, but he saved me. I want to kill him, but I can’t kill an unconscious man who saved me. Grandpa, what should I do?”

She cried helplessly by the riverbank.

Ye Mo, not entirely unconscious, heard her clearly. The Song family! His heart chilled; his chi nearly faltered. He quickly calmed himself, unsure if this was fortune or calamity.

He could only pray she wouldn’t kill him. He had no chi or spirit sense; even if he did, he couldn’t move, and lacked his flying sword.

Without it, even recovered, his fighting power was weakened.

Song Yangzhu, crying, picked up her dagger and approached. Ye Mo thought, ‘Is this my end?’

“Ye Mo, I distinguish between enmity and kindness. You saved me, so I won’t kill you today. You rescued me from the tomb, and I rescued you from the river. Your survival is up to you. From now on, we have nothing to do with each other, but the Song family was destroyed by your hand. The next time I see you, I will kill you to avenge my grandpa,” her tears flowed. She packed her things and left, unsure of his consciousness.

Ye Mo heard her footsteps fade and breathed a sigh of relief. Though still in the snowy mountains, and death a possibility if he didn't recover, it was better than immediate death.

Deep down, Song Yangzhu hoped for his death, but suppressed the thought.

…

The Cang Lian River was very cold at night. Ye Mo was grateful she hadn’t killed him. Who would have thought a Song family member would rescue him? He decided to let her go next time.

He’d only killed a few Song family members, letting most live. He would do the same for Song Yangzhu, his bottom line was the only thing that mattered; cross it, and he'd kill anyone.

Weird sounds came from the Peacock River, but Ye Mo ignored them, lying still. He was happier than hours before; he could run meridian cycles with his chi, accelerating healing.

He was lucky to have eaten the entire bottle of lotus life pills; otherwise, he'd be dead.

A wild bird startled him.

He opened his eyes to daylight and ice on his clothes. His leg bones were healing; his hands moved. His spirit sense had partially returned.

He sighed, took and ate some normal pills, slowly recovering. When he could mobilize most of his chi, he’d find his flying sword, gather herbs, and concoct more lotus life pills for faster healing.

After the pills, he knew more would be useless. He used a sword to stand. Regardless of the Gourd Cave massacre, staying by the river was unwise.

Weaker than an ordinary person, he wasn’t rushing to find his sword.

Hours later, near the river, he found a hole in a rock, slid in, blocked it, and resumed recovery.

Meanwhile, tens of kilometers away, Song Yangzhu searched for the tomb entrance with her map.