Chapter 538: Big Harvest

Translator: Timothy Editor: GlobeGlotter

Yan Yu subconsciously nodded. “That man is coming up,” Ye Mo said, watching the man quickly ascend the rope. “Huh?!” Yan Yu worriedly stood up, but quickly calmed down. She had witnessed Ye Mo’s power; defeating the man who killed her martial sister should be no problem for him. The grey-clothed man’s herb basket was full; he seemed to have picked quite a lot. Jumping onto the clifftop, he found Ye Mo and Yan Yu staring at him. Shaken, he rapidly drew a long sword. “Why did you kill my martial sister?!” Yan Yu’s eyes reddened. She wanted to kill him, but knew she was no match. “Little girl, I showed you mercy, yet you dared return. Don’t blame me—you’re seeking death,” the man sneered, glancing at Ye Mo. He assumed Ye Mo was help summoned by the nun. Ye Mo glanced at the herb basket—full of precious herbs! Scanning the clifftop, it seemed most of the good herbs had been picked. He seemed quite skilled in medicine. The man was only at the black level tertiary stage, but his skin was pale, perhaps from prolonged darkness? He seemed to be preparing to reach earth level. “The Tian Dan Flower is valuable, everyone wants it. But why kill, since you got it anyway?” Ye Mo shook his head. “Who are you? What’s that to you?” the man shouted, unsure of Ye Mo’s identity, but unafraid. Ye Mo was young; no matter how strong, he was only in his twenties—what could he do? He feared others might be nearby, so he scanned his surroundings. Ye Mo knew his thoughts and sneered, “No need to look, no one else is here. I don’t need help with black level trash like you.” “You can see my power level? Who are you?” The grey-robed man hesitated. Ye Mo slowly approached, ignoring the sword. Yan Yu wanted the man dead, but worried as Ye Mo walked unarmed. The man rejoiced, ‘No matter how strong, if I suddenly attack, how will he dodge?’ Two meters away, Ye Mo suddenly lunged, his long sword flashing, slicing at Ye Mo’s waist with lightning speed. Yan Yu subconsciously covered her eyes. She knew Ye Mo wouldn’t die, but was still scared. Ye Mo reached out, intercepting the sword before it reached him. The sword’s trajectory shifted; before the grey-clothed man could react, his sword was in Ye Mo’s hand, and he felt pain. Slump—The man fell, howling in pain. His legs were cleanly severed. “You!” The man stared in horror. He’d never met such a master. He considered himself among the strongest, yet lasted a breath against Ye Mo. Ye Mo took the herb basket. He saw a Tian Dan Flower and rejoiced. Once he made an essence-increasing pill, he’d reach the chi gathering tertiary stage. There was only a one-word difference between ‘essence-increasing pill’ and ‘chi-increasing pill’, but their potency differed greatly. One was for the chi gathering primary stage, the other for the middle and tertiary stages. Ye Mo looked at the dumbfounded Yan Yu. “This person killed your martial sister. Aren’t you going to get revenge? Kick him off the cliff.” Yan Yu reacted, her eyes firming, but before she moved, the man called out, “Don’t kill me! I have ancient martial arts treasures! Let me go, they’re yours!” “Oh, where are they?” Ye Mo suddenly asked. The man, without considering using this to save his life, subconsciously replied, “At Nan Lu Peak—” Ye Mo stopped him, sighing, “You’ve been a Shen Nong Jia primitive man too long. You can die. Yan Yu, hurry up.” The man truly lacked social skills. Ye Mo wouldn’t care about his threats, but it showed his low EQ. Yan Yu kicked the man off the cliff. “Wait here. I’ll check for more herbs.” Ye Mo descended the rope. He sorted the herbs, placing them in his ring, then collected the remaining useful herbs. Two hours later, even Ye Mo felt he’d harvested a lot. Good fortune indeed! If he hadn’t helped the nun, he wouldn’t have gotten these herbs. He suspected why so many herbs were gathered in Shen Nong Jia, wondering if they’d been planted long ago. Herb gardens left by qianbeis were common in the cultivation realm. Although Ye Mo wanted to check other peaks and Nan Lu Peak, he knew Yan Yu worried about her master. As Yan Yu grew desperate, Ye Mo returned. “Brother Ye, no, Ye-Qianbei, when will we treat my master’s wounds?” Yan Yu was scared of Ye Mo, but concerned about her master. “Where is your sect?” Ye Mo asked. “At Wu Yi Mountain’s Hidden Tone Valley,” Yan Yu replied. Ye Mo knew Wu Yi Mountain. He’d been there searching for Luo Ying, but it wasn’t close. He didn’t have time to fly with Yan Yu. Yan Yu understood, thinking he might refuse due to the distance. “Ye-Qianbei, it’s not far by plane, we can—” Ye Mo waved her silent. “I didn’t say it was far—” Before finishing, he knocked her unconscious. Flying his sword was easier than taking a plane. He took the rope, placing Yan Yu on the flying sword. Tens of minutes later, Ye Mo reached Wu Yi Mountain. He found a quiet place, dropped Yan Yu, and began making pills. She’d sleep a while; good for her—her sect was almost annihilated, and her martial sister was killed. Emotional tension wouldn’t be good. Ten hours later, Ye Mo finished two cauldrons of lotus life pills and some normal pills. Yan Yu awoke, thinking she’d slept. Shocked, she quickly sat up. “You’re awake. Let’s see your sect.” Ye Mo approached.