Chapter 640: Seeing Han Zaixin
Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter
Although Tang Beiwei didn't know why she felt uneasy, she had sensed impending events ever since beginning her cultivation. She carefully sent out her spirit sense and saw a food delivery man. She sighed in relief—was she being overly cautious?
Just as she was about to open the door, she noticed the man had a gun. Realizing her carelessness, Tang Beiwei took out a fireball charm. She would throw it if he charged inside. Although she was now at stage 2, her only known moves were fireballs and wind control.
But then, the man took a call, turned, and left, disappearing quickly. After he left, Tang Beiwei bought a phone and called Ye Mo.
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In a coffee shop, Ye Mo heard Luo Ying's story and realized the people involved were from either the Black Sun Empire or Northern Sand.
“Let me call Beiwei.” As he reached for his phone, Beiwei called. Knowing she was safe, Ye Mo felt relieved.
“Beiwei, though I don’t know why they backed out, you must remain cautious. Should I return and take you to Beijing as well?”
Tang Beiwei, relieved that Luo Ying had found her brother, didn't want to be a third wheel in Beijing. She reassured him, “Brother, I’m fine. I have spirit sense, and can use wind control and fireballs. I have plenty of fireball charms; no one can harm me. Don’t worry.”
Ye Mo considered this and agreed. Although only stage 2, she was a dao cultivator. An early-stage black level martial artist would struggle to keep up with her. She couldn't beat them, but she could escape.
Then, Ye Mo stood and said to Luo Ying, “Let’s visit an old man, earn some money, then go to Ning Hai and take Beiwei to Luo Yue.”
Luo Ying agreed.
While Ye Mo didn't mention the people who tricked Luo Ying onto the plane to Beijing, he resolved to annihilate them before going to the small world. His business finished, and with Luo Ying by his side, he no longer needed the mask. He washed it off in the restroom. Ye Mo knew they likely guessed his identity, but he didn't care.
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When Ye Mo and Luo Ying arrived at Han Zaixin's, it was afternoon. Ye Mo primarily sought ores, but also wanted to see Li Hu and Zhang Jue—close friends. He'd helped them, and they'd helped him in return, particularly protecting Ye Ling and Ye Zifeng against the Song family.
Knowing Ye Mo was coming, Han Zaixin greeted him at the door. Seeing Luo Ying, he couldn't help but admire Ye Mo's taste. Both Ning Qingxue and Luo Ying were far prettier than Han Yan.
“Elder Han, call Li Hu and Zhang Jue to join us for dinner. I haven’t seen them in a long time,” Ye Mo requested.
Han Zaixin sighed, “I called you regarding them.”
Ye Mo frowned, “What’s this about?”
Han Zaixin hesitated before saying, “I mentioned the Space Flower blueprint issue. Even if we can’t obtain it, we can’t let other countries have it. When news leaked, several countries sent masters to retrieve it, as did we.”
Ye Mo was speechless. “Even Li Hu and Zhang Jue went?”
Han Zaixin nodded, “Not only them. The country sent eight others. Ten elites went, but months have passed with no news. I’m worried.”
“So, you called me to help investigate?” Ye Mo felt uneasy. Li Hu and Zhang Jue were his friends, and he'd told Han Zaixin repeatedly that obtaining the blueprint was useless, yet he'd sent people to die.
If Li Hu and the others were fighting Northern Sand, how could they win? Since they developed the light-speed gun, even he couldn't guarantee victory.
Han Zaixin looked guilty and nodded, “Yes, I realized only you could help. I know Luo Yue is yours, and you’re busy, but I have no other options. I can't afford to lose the Ten Flying Snow's elite members or the blueprint. I won’t blame you if you refuse, but I must try everything, even if they’re already dead.”
Han Zaixin paused, then added, “Don’t worry about Luo Yue; I told no one.”
This eased Ye Mo's mind somewhat.
His expression relaxed, he asked, “Doesn’t Beijing have a Heaven Squad? Why not ask them?”
Han Zaixin smiled bitterly, “Since your fight with Tan Jiao, he’s been in solitary training. After the hidden sects tournament, Tan Jiao and Luan Qingfeng disappeared together. Tan Jiao’s disciple Xu Shi also disappeared, and even Song Yangzhu is gone. Since then, we rarely see anyone from the hidden sects. They rarely appear and haven’t requested ores. I don’t know if this is good or bad. The president knows I sought your help and agreed that only you can assist us.”
Ye Mo hadn't expected Tan Jiao and Luan Qingfeng's disappearance. Song Yangzhu's name reminded him of their encounter in the Mei Nei Snow Mountains—her wildness, clinging to him as if trying to merge with him. He wondered if she was alright.
“Ye Mo,” Luo Ying called, sensing something was wrong. She took his hand.
Ye Mo squeezed her hand, pushing aside his thoughts. He had Luo Ying and Qingxue.
After a moment, Ye Mo patted Luo Ying’s hand and said to Han Zaixin, “Elder Han, Zhang Jue and Li Hu are my friends; I’ll investigate. And I’ll say this again: even if found, the space flower blueprint is useless. If you don’t believe me, I can do nothing.”
“I know, but given the circumstances, I would still pursue it. Some things can’t be ignored, and this time, it's more than just the Space Flower,” Han Zaixin sighed.
“Let’s not discuss this now. What intel do you have, and what exactly is happening?” Ye Mo asked.
Han Zaixin nodded. “Do you know Ice Helm Island?”
Ye Mo shook his head.
Han Zaixin continued, “It’s in the Atlantic Ocean, small—a few thousand square kilometers. The island is surrounded by glaciers. If not for recent events, no one would know people lived there. A group of dangerous people.”