Chapter 695: Unknown Origin

Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

“Hmmm,” the guard sneered, seeing Ye Mo refuse to cooperate. Before he could act, the girl quickly dismounted and approached Ye Mo. “Come with us,” she said. “You’re badly injured. Don’t worry, I’ll treat you. Although you’re not good-looking, you have a heroic temperament. I actually—”

Her voice trailed off, her gaze dropping.

Ye Mo sneered. Her embarrassment seemed feigned. He didn’t know her plan, but it clearly involved him.

A guard stepped forward, addressing Ye Mo coldly. “If you don’t want to die, listen to the Young Miss and come with us. Otherwise, I’ll kill you.” He showed no respect for the young woman.

The girl merely frowned, saying nothing.

Ye Mo’s fury ignited. These people had no reason to want him dead.

Killing intent surged. Though lacking chi, his spirit sense remained. He knew even his flying sword couldn’t kill everyone present. The strongest, the man who threatened him, was only Yellow Level, as was the girl.

A little spirit chi would have solved his problems. But he possessed only his spirit sense, and his internal injuries were severe.

While calculating his counterattack, the guard spoke again. “Kid, our Young Miss will soon join Shang Qing Mountain. It’s your good fortune she’s willing to save you. If you please her, she might let you follow.”

Shang Qing Mountain? Ye Mo frowned. A cultivation sect?

The guard saw his expression. “You don’t know about Shang Qing Mountain? Not surprising. You probably don’t know the Qian Kun Sect either. The Young Miss is too kind-hearted!”

The girl silenced the guard, staring at Ye Mo as if to conquer him with her beauty.

The Qian Kun Sect existed. Ye Mo was shaken. He’d heard of it. Luo Xuan had mentioned the three great sects of the inner hidden sects: the Tai Yi Sect, the Qian Kun Sect, and the Ci Hang Jing Mosque.

Confused, Ye Mo asked, “What is the Qian Kun Sect?”

“The Qian Kun Sect is one of the three largest sects on the magical continent, along with the Tai Yi Sect and the Ci Hang Jing Mosque. Our Young Miss is joining Shang Qing Sect, a subordinate sect of the Qian Kun Sect. It’s pointless explaining,” the guard shook his head.

The words “magical continent” sparked a strange feeling. He sensed this place and the outside world were once one, separated by some event.

He’d read about 5,000 years of Chinese history. If dao cultivators existed long ago, many things would be explained. Perhaps the depletion of spirit chi led powerful beings to segregate cultivation havens.

Like Shu Mountain, the legendary haven for sword cultivators. He’d searched for it, but it wasn’t simply a mountain called Shu Mountain.

Many such places existed. Could they all be found here?

“Do you know where Shu Mountain is?” Ye Mo asked abruptly.

“Enough! Get on the carriage!” the guard snapped, impatient.

Ye Mo looked at the young miss, then smiled and climbed into the carriage. He didn’t know why she wanted him, but she showed no killing intent.

Perhaps this world was, as he suspected, a hidden part of Earth. He agreed to learn more about the hidden sects from her.

Seeing him comply, the girl smiled. She’d underestimated him, but a mild threat had worked. She wouldn’t have bothered flirting if she’d known.

Ye Mo remained silent, his ears alert. He overheard servants mention the carriage was headed to Ci Xi Town. The entourage belonged to the Yu family; the lead carriage held Young Miss Yu. The Yu family was one of the town’s three largest families.

After another half-day’s journey, they reached a medium-sized town at night—Ci Xi Town, he guessed.

The town had concrete roads and building styles like the outside world, but lacked power lines. It resembled a rural village.

Young Miss Yu left him undisturbed in a quiet room, even summoning an old doctor.

For three days, Ye Mo lived comfortably, served by a maid whom he instructed to leave things for him to collect himself.

He recovered a sliver of chi, enough for self-defense. He lacked lotus life pills, but possessed three spirit stones. To regain strength quickly, he used one, despite the waste. The spirit chi here was slightly better than the outside world, but still scarce.

Three days later, Ye Mo left the Yu family estate.

The town bustled with activity. He saw bronze and silver coins, and assumed gold coins existed too.

Towns implied rulers. He wondered if a dynasty governed this place.

He was about to inquire at a restaurant when soldiers rushed in. His spirit sense detected a growing number.

He stopped a waiter. “What are the soldiers doing?”

The waiter, seeing the symbols on Ye Mo’s clothes, became respectful. “Oh, you’re a Yu State manager. My apologies. They’re conducting a population check. Anyone of unknown origin will be taken away.”

Ye Mo was shocked. He suspected Jie Xun’s hand in this, forcing his appearance.