Chapter 593: Re-encounter With the Sutra

Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

Yi Jiuhe quickly explained that he'd come to Mount Xian on business and been targeted by two criminals. Despite offering them more money, they killed him and took his cash.

“Okay, you were a good guy, and you helped me last time, so I’ll help you this time.” Ye Mo threw two fireballs, instantly incinerating the two men.

Yi Jiuhe stared, dazed, as his ghostly form began to dissipate. He realized that if this qianbei had targeted him with that fireball, his soul would have vanished instantly.

Ye Mo sighed, wondering about the protective artifact Yi Jiuhe had possessed. If he’d worn it, he might have survived.

“Qianbei, thank you for avenging me. I’m fading. Please help me; I worry about my wife and two daughters. My brothers will try to seize my fortune. I’ve left a will with my best friend, Jiang Junshan.”

“You want me to deliver this will?” Ye Mo frowned. He was busy and reluctant.

But Yi Jiuhe was a good man, so Ye Mo would help if he had time. He thought Yi Jiuhe was overreacting; his wife and daughters were still alive, how could his brothers take his fortune?

“Thank you, Qianbei. I’m reassured. If you see my wife, tell her to give you the rainbow rock. Jiuhe Corporation in Jiu Tang City is mine—” Yi Jiuhe dissipated before finishing.

Ye Mo sighed. He possessed the yin sha bead, but lacked ghost cultivation methods to help Yi Jiuhe. Yi Jiuhe had survived only through sheer willpower. The moment he relaxed, his ghostly form couldn’t remain.

Unless special circumstances or others sustained the ghost, it was difficult for ghosts to linger. Moreover, ghosts kept by humans rarely possessed consciousness; only ghost cultivators retained their will.

Ye Mo collected his thoughts and opened the passage under the table. He immediately sensed a draft, indicating occupancy.

A few meters in, he found a room containing a rickety wooden bed, a new rug, a table, and a chair.

Using his spirit sense, Ye Mo quickly located a peculiar spot on the wall. He opened it to reveal a large wooden box containing four thick, silk-covered books. Three were copies of the Dao De Sutra; one, older and coverless, was even more ancient.

Ye Mo recognized them instantly: three Ni Luo Sutra books! He barely made out ‘Ni Luo’ on a yellowed page of one.

He was disappointed; the third book’s golden title page was missing. Ye Mo already possessed two such pages; the third must have been taken by the person who hid the books. This person also clearly knew the golden page's significance. Ye Mo sighed; he had the third book, but the crucial part was gone.

How did that person know the blank title page was special? He realized the person likely owned all three books. Seeing two lacked the blank page, they would easily deduce its importance.

Even so, why leave the Ni Luo Sutra books there?

Then, Ye Mo remembered Luo Yin’s words. A martial aunt from their sect, a mid-Great Heaven state cultivator, probably took the Ni Luo Sutra. Considering Tang Beiwei’s encounter, that old nun was likely this martial aunt.

The fourth book was thick and illustrated with images of nude women, each marked with red lines indicating qi cultivation methods.

It was likely an ancient martial arts cultivation technique. Ye Mo quickly assessed its potency, exceeding others he'd seen.

The four books were useless to Ye Mo, so he casually stored them in his ring.

He found nothing else, resealed the entrance, and left.

The nun was likely injured and left the books behind. But they weren't bulky; why the risk of carrying them? Was someone hunting her?

Also, why would a half-step Great Heaven master from the inner hidden sects be with someone like Wei Yongqian? They were from different worlds.

Daybreak neared, so Ye Mo left the ruined temple.

…

Returning to the hotel, Ye Mo found Su Jingwen asleep on his bed.

“Ah, you’re back.” Su Jingwen awoke to the door closing. Seeing his surprised expression, she blushed, recalling the previous night.

“I came to talk last night, but you were gone, so I fell asleep here—”

Ye Mo smiled, “Sleep on; I’m not tired.”

“It’s day; I’ll leave,” Su Jingwen said quickly.

When Tang Beiwei awoke and couldn’t find Su Jingwen, she called but received no answer. Finding her absent from the living room, she wondered, ‘Where did she go so early? And without her coat?’

Then Ye Mo’s door opened, and Su Jingwen emerged in her pajamas. Seeing Tang Beiwei, she smiled, “Morning, Beiwei—Ah, um…”

She realized she was leaving Ye Mo’s room in pajamas. What would Beiwei think?

“Sister Jingwen, you… slept with my brother last night?” Tang Beiwei blurted out.

“Wha—Beiwei, it’s not what you think! I, I—Your brother wasn’t there, I slept—” Su Jingwen stammered.

Ye Mo emerged, standing behind Su Jingwen. She stopped explaining and quickly returned to her room to change.

“Beiwei, after breakfast, I’ll send you and Jingwen back to Ning Hai.” Ye Mo felt unsafe with the old nun nearby.

“Brother, I’m surprised. Tell me: last night, did you and Sister Jingwen…?” Tang Beiwei whispered.

Ye Mo smiled helplessly, “Beiwei, don’t say that; nothing happened.”

“Hmph! Brother, you slept with Sister Jingwen, so take responsibility. You live in Luo Yue; more than one wife is fine. Sister Jingwen’s beautiful; you’re not losing out,” Tang Beiwei suddenly raised her voice.

Su Jingwen overheard this near the door, feeling embarrassed. She wanted to hear Ye Mo’s response, so she stayed put.

Ye Mo sweatdropped. He’d never seen this side of his sister.

To avoid complications, Ye Mo cut her off, “Beiwei, don’t mention it again. I’ll explain later.”