Chapter 693: Rematch with Jie Xun
The nun noticed Ye Mo but didn't see how he arrived. “Haha,” she laughed. “Just when I was about to go after you, you came here yourself. Kid, if I didn’t teach you a good lesson, I would’ve lived all these decades for nothing.”
Ye Mo hadn’t expected her to still be there. She clearly had a way to leave. If she could enter the small world, perhaps he could too.
Thinking this, Ye Mo laughed, “Do you think you can teach me a lesson? You’re old and ugly. Even if you stripped naked, I would puke!”
Ye Mo stopped abruptly. He saw more than ten desiccated corpses, some reduced to bones.
“You’re asking to die!” Jie Xun’s face contorted. She leaped onto a stone, poised to attack.
A ghost swooped to her side, shrieking, “I have unquenchable enmity with this person. My master was killed by him at the foot of Broken Top Mountain, and my brother was burned by him.”
Ye Mo understood. He stared coldly, “So you’re that old hag’s other ghost pet. You were lucky I didn’t find you last time, but today you won’t be so lucky.”
He then looked coldly at Jie Xun. “No wonder so many from An Li Village have gone missing. You scum! You joined forces with ghosts to kill innocent people.”
The ghost used yin chi to help Jie Xun find those with spiritual roots. They’d take them to the Tian Kou position to drain their blood and essence. Afterward, the ghost devoured their souls.
Though the ghost had formed a red line, it posed no threat to Ye Mo. Jie Xun was at the half-step Great Heaven realm, according to Luo Yin, but he felt no pressure.
He estimated his strength to be on par with Ren Pingchuan, and with his flying sword, he could defeat a fully powered Ren Pingchuan.
Jie Xun’s expression darkened. She realized she was no match for Ye Mo in a verbal sparring match. However, in her eyes, he was merely an insect.
She raised her hand, and a horsetail whisk appeared. With a single step, the whisk extended over ten meters, smashing down on Ye Mo’s head. The ghost shrieked and flew toward his forehead.
So fast! This was the power of a half-step Great Heaven martial artist? Ye Mo focused, throwing a fireball at the ghost while punching the whisk.
Crack! Sizzle! Ye Mo was struck, thrown several meters. He immediately took a Lotus Life Pill. He was sure the nun wasn’t at half-step Great Heaven. His fist bone was cracked.
Jie Xun flew even farther, stumbling and spitting blood. She stared at Ye Mo in shock. “You reached Great Heaven too, and you can use inner fire. I underestimated you.”
She was surprised. How old was Ye Mo? He was already at Great Heaven and seemed stronger than her. If she hadn’t also had to deal with the ghost, she wouldn’t just be spitting blood.
She wanted to escape. The Seven Star Formation could be opened. If she fled to the Tian Kou position and used her qi, could she leave?
Yet, she was unsatisfied. He had two golden pages of the Ni Luo Sutra. That was her main goal. She'd reached Great Heaven, but then realized the Sutra's importance.
Had she also reached Great Heaven? Ye Mo realized the nun had broken through. Luckily, he’d recently advanced from stage 4 middle level to stage 5 tertiary level. Otherwise, he would be no match for her.
The ghost, burned by Ye Mo’s fireball, grew dimmer. It retreated into the valley, deciding to flee at the first opportunity.
Ye Mo ignored the ghost. He gave Jie Xun a deadly stare. He wouldn’t let her go. She’d killed villagers and still possessed the golden page. He had to capture her. He also saw the horsetail whisk was no ordinary weapon; he hadn’t broken it.
When Jie Xun saw a sword appear in Ye Mo’s hand, her eyes twitched. She hadn’t seen him draw it. Her confidence wavered.
“I want to make a deal,” she said. She wanted to kill him, but hesitated, thinking of the golden pages. If Ye Mo gave them to her, she’d kill the ghost and give him a near-Heaven stage ancient martial arts cultivation method.
Before she finished, Ye Mo laughed. “Old nun, I said I’m not interested in an old woman like you! Stop trying to seduce me with this rotten business, don’t disgust me.”
He wanted to enrage her and make her lose control. Though he was sure he could kill her, he didn’t want accidents.
“You’re asking to die!” Jie Xun, enraged, abandoned the deal. Her horsetail whisk, with thousands of strands, flew toward Ye Mo. She used almost all her power.
Simultaneously, the ghost emerged from a corner and fled into the valley—perfect timing.
Ye Mo threw another fireball. Even if it hurt, he wouldn’t let the ghost escape.
A petrified howl. Ye Mo had no time to check if the ghost was gone. His flying sword clashed with the whisk.
The sword cut the whisk’s front, but Jie Xun’s inner qi halted its momentum.
She didn’t seem perplexed that her whisk was broken. She attacked like a maniac.
Another part was cut, but the broken pieces turned into needles, attacking Ye Mo’s vitals.
Ye Mo watched his flying sword pierce Jie Xun’s waist, drawing blood. But she ignored it and kept attacking.
Had his words driven her mad? Didn’t she see that if she continued, her whisk would be destroyed?
Countless broken segments flew toward Ye Mo, but couldn’t harm him.
Splash! The flying sword pierced her waist again. Ye Mo realized she hadn’t lost her mind; she avoided her vitals each time.
Ye Mo sneered. As he prepared to attack again, the horsetail whisk exploded.
He hadn’t expected such a small whisk to have that feature. No wonder she didn’t care if it was sliced.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Ye Mo felt pain all over.
He grabbed his flying sword, about to jump, when a black object struck his chest amidst the explosion.
Ye Mo spat blood. That was Jie Xun’s final move—she’d sacrificed her whisk. In his rage, Ye Mo sent his flying sword to kill her, but she was already on the stone.
Not good, she was escaping. Without thinking, Ye Mo charged and grabbed her chest.
Rip! Her clothes were torn, revealing shocking whiteness. Two fat buns broke free, dazzling Ye Mo’s eyes.
“Argh!!!” Jie Xun screamed and vanished.
He subconsciously looked at the clothes in his hands. Before he could think, a huge suction came from the ground, irresistible.