Chapter 597: The Road is Narrow Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

Ye Mo cursed, "F*ck!" He'd smashed into a rock, breaking his left leg and heavily damaging his chest. Worse, he couldn't use his chi.

Ye Mo's heart sank. His dantian was also affected! He'd tried to escape the huge suction force, but his dantian was the first part of his body to meet the repulsion.

Luckily, he had plenty of lotus life pills, but as he reached for one, cold sweat broke out. He couldn't use his spirit sense!

A broken leg and dantian damage were serious, but compared to losing his spirit sense, they were insignificant. Without it, he was powerless.

Panic set in. He'd already seen a black bear—what if another beast appeared? He'd be helpless.

At least he was a cultivator and realized the situation. He was far better off than being completely drained.

He looked at Wei Yongqian, suspecting he'd been drained because he'd channeled his inner qi. Or perhaps the old nun had brought him here specifically to be drained, so she could enter the formation. If so, why choose Wei Yongqian when there were others around?

Then it struck him: the old nun was heavily injured. Had she unknowingly manipulated the rock with her inner qi, injuring herself as he had? Then, needing another way to enter the formation, she'd used Wei Yongqian? Even then, why Wei Yongqian?

Another thought: he was a mid-stage 5 cultivator, while the nun was only half-step Great Heaven. How could he be so badly injured, yet she'd reached Mount Xian? Did she have a better escape route?

Another possibility: her injuries weren't from the rock, but from someone else. He dismissed that; only Ren Pingchuan could injure her, and he was dead.

Ye Mo rested, regaining some strength but still unable to use his chi. He struggled up, found a stick, and slowly made his way to the top of the rock, examining it carefully. He found nothing special; even with his spirit sense, he'd seen nothing.

He searched Wei Yongqian's body, finding a few hundred dollars but no phone. He wished he could call Ning Qingxue or Tang Beiwei; they had spirit sense and could open his ring.

For the first time, he felt truly devastated. Even the fight with Ren Pingchuan hadn't been this bad.

He found some herbs, bound his leg to a stick, applied the herbs, and rested. Before he could access his ring, he could at least try to return to Ning Hai if he regained some normal human strength.

But as he neared the valley entrance, his face fell. He saw an old nun in blue, carrying a small bag, and she saw him. They stared at each other in silence.

Then he reacted, feigning shock. "Master, I was adventuring with friends in the Sea of Clouds, but we encountered a bear, and I was chased here. How did you find this place, Master?"

He recognized her as the nun Tang Beiwei had mentioned. He hadn't expected her to still be there. He cursed; three hours later, she would have been his easy meal, but now he was hers.

The nun breathed a sigh of relief. Whether his story was true or not, he seemed to be the only one who knew about the place. It was better that few people knew.

There was a bear, and she'd seen it more than once, but she still doubted his story. It was too convenient.

"I'm from Yan Jing Mosque," the nun said, her face worried. "I gather rare herbs. I didn't expect to see anyone. Did you encounter a black bear? That's dangerous!"

Ye Mo studied her. At most 50, her skin was pale, but her brows were well-shaped. Except for a few forehead wrinkles, he wouldn't have guessed her age. Even without his spirit sense, he sensed her injuries, though she was in far better shape than he was. In a fight, he'd be dead in one move.

"Where is the bear? Will you encounter it again if you leave?" she asked, her worry deepening.

Ye Mo feigned reluctance. "I don't want to risk it, but this place is eerie. I saw a dead person on a stone. I'd rather face a bear than a corpse."

"Master, what's your name? It's dangerous to gather herbs alone. We should leave together. Two is better than one."

Her eyes flashed coldly at his last sentence, but seeing his worry, she smiled. "Our mosque knows some simple martial arts. We can handle basic dangers."

Yeah, right, Ye Mo thought, noticing the coldness in her eyes. He’d been careful, but her tone contradicted her expression. He knew what to do.

He feigned surprise and joy. "Master, you know martial arts? Can I learn? I hear masters live deep in the mountains. Is Yan Jin Mosque like that?"

He gave her an expectant look. She seemed to accept his eagerness. She'd been testing him. Many sought mountain masters.

He suddenly understood why Wei Yongqian was with her.

"My dao name is Jie Xun," the nun smiled. "If you wish to learn, I can introduce you, but we're very strict."

"Master Jie Xun, I'll take the test!" Ye Mo looked desperate, but inwardly he was contemptuous. He could probably win an Oscar for this performance.