Chapter 497: First Woman Translator: Tim Editor: GlobeGlotter

Blood splashed. A few seconds later, Ericson's headless body dropped to the ground. Jiang Chuanwu stared at the head rolling far away. He didn't know how the young man had killed Ericson; they were clearly so far apart. He even forgot to beg for mercy.

Ye Mo was tired, however. He had very little chi and had chased the fox for a long time.

"Big Brother, you can have that woman—" Jiang Chuanwu finally reacted, but before he could finish, Ye Mo's flying sword pierced his neck.

At dawn, two heads lay near each other. Ye Mo wanted to burn them with a fireball, but felt he lacked the chi.

Seeing Song Yangzhu almost in a frenzy, Ye Mo didn't waste time and hurried to her. He entered the tent, intending to use acupuncture to force out the poison, but Song Yangzhu charged at him, wrapping her arms around him and pulling at his clothes.

Ye Mo sighed, but didn't push her away. He used a golden needle to pierce a chakra point. His expression changed; he realized he was out of chi. How was he going to force out the poison?

Song Yangzhu was clearly poisoned by a potent aphrodisiac. She wouldn't last much longer.

Ye Mo was angry; those two men were vicious. However, he was out of chi and couldn't cure her. Even if he treated her, the poison might not disappear completely. But if he didn't, Song Yangzhu would be in immediate danger. If only a little poison remained, as long as she didn't lose her mind, she could force it out herself with her yellow level peak power.

Just as Ye Mo was deciding what to do, his top tore. Ye Mo only wore a thin shirt. Now that it was torn, Song Yangzhu's burning body touched his. Ye Mo, a virgin, immediately felt the heat. He knew many mind-calming chants, but they required chi. How could he resist?

Although he could push her away, she was in danger, and his heart was already aroused. He didn't want to push her away. He even pulled out the golden needle.

Ye Mo felt guilty about Ning Qingxue and Luo Ying, but he lied to himself, convincing himself Song Yangzhu had saved him before. He knew it was an excuse, but used it to comfort himself.

Rumble—When Song Yangzhu's hand grasped his genitals, Ye Mo could think of nothing else. He was consumed by Song Yangzhu's fire.

He no longer cared, grabbing the weak Song Yangzhu. They were both inexperienced, but needed no instruction; they followed instinct.

Despite not touching her with his hands, Ye Mo felt the lustful fire. Enveloped by her warmth, he subconsciously growled. He lost himself briefly.

Song Yangzhu clumsily mounted him, and the pain briefly woke her. It was her first time, and the pain was both physical and mental.

She woke, saw Ye Mo, and cried. She wanted to stop, but was soon consumed by desire again. She forgot everything.

Ye Mo grabbed Song Yangzhu. Even losing his virginity to her, he didn't want to be passive. He took the active role, placing her atop the clothes on the ground. With her clumsy welcome, he forgot who was beneath him.

But lust eventually faded. When Song Yangzhu felt hot liquid, she opened her eyes. Ye Mo stopped, staring at Song Yangzhu, who stared back. Ye Mo felt his face burning, like a child caught doing wrong. He didn't dare move.

Song Yangzhu's face was numb, her eyes numb. She didn't move.

Seeing her face, Ye Mo felt anxious. He'd never experienced this before. He'd imagined being with Luo Ying and Ning Qingxue, sometimes simultaneously, but never another woman, especially one from his enemy's family.

Ye Mo didn't know what to say, so they looked at each other for tens of seconds.

Song Yangzhu's eyes grew misty, tears trickling incessantly.

She pushed Ye Mo away; he felt her hands shaking violently. Ye Mo didn't know what to say to comfort her—"I did this to save you"?

Song Yangzhu struggled to stand, taking a towel from her bag to wipe the blood on her leg. Then, she slowly dressed and packed her things. She walked outside with her large bag, not even taking the tent.

From beginning to end, she said nothing to Ye Mo, and he didn't know what to say either. After Song Yangzhu left, Ye Mo slapped his head, packed everything up, including her tent, and chased after her.

Although he didn't love Song Yangzhu, and she was his enemy, she was still his first. Ye Mo was emotional and couldn't ignore it.

"Don't come near!" Song Yangzhu looked back, madness in her eyes. Her voice was slightly cracked. Ye Mo believed that if he approached, she might kill him.

Despite his flying sword, he had little chi; Song Yangzhu might kill him.

Ye Mo sighed and threw her tent on the ground, "This is yours."

Song Yangzhu picked it up silently. The madness in her eyes had become dejection. Then, she slowly turned and left.

The moon appeared, its light reflecting on the snow mountain, illuminating the area with a pale glow.

Song Yangzhu's figure disappeared, but Ye Mo remained motionless for a long time. He didn't know how to feel.

Was he wrong? Had he become soft? Ye Mo frowned. In the cultivation realm, power was everything; without it, he would have been killed long ago.

The Song family wanted him dead, so why couldn't he kill them? How could he doubt himself because of this? Cultivation was pursuing the great dao, defying the heavens. If he couldn't control his heart, how could he reach the pinnacle of power?

Thinking this, Ye Mo opened up. Even his confusion about Song Yangzhu disappeared. He stood and howled; he felt his wounds recovering slightly. He was sure that once fully recovered, his state would improve.

Song Yangzhu heard it and paused. After Ye Mo finished howling, she continued on her way.

A white fox hid in a corner of the valley and, hearing Ye Mo's howl, cautiously peeked out, staring at him.