Chapter 724: Eight Element Mixed Spirit Root

Ye Mo knew Yun Ziyi’s suspicion implied evidence. But if she intended to expose him, she wouldn't summon him; she'd inform the Gemini Sword Sect and Forgery Hall.

So Ye Mo placed his hand on the device and infused it with chi. The device buzzed, and all eight balls illuminated! They weren't as bright as when Mu Xiaoyun used it, but the result was still shocking.

An Eight Element Spirit Root? Ye Mo had never heard of such a thing. He knew of Five Element Mixed Spirit Roots, but an Eight Element root was unheard of.

Ye Mo quickly withdrew his hand, bewildered. In the cultivation realm, spirit roots were categorized as metal, wood, water, fire, earth, ice, lightning, and wind. A dark spirit root existed, but it stemmed from specific cultivation methods, so it wasn't technically a true spirit root.

Usually, cultivators possessed at most one mutated spirit root. Five Element Spirit Roots rarely coexisted with mutated ones.

Yet, he possessed all eight. His rapid cultivation was inexplicable. A Five Element Mixed Spirit Root was considered trash talent; an Eight Element one was even worse.

Ye Mo didn't understand; Yun Ziyi was even more confused. His talent was absurdly poor—no wonder other assessments revealed no talent.

Cultivation with such a spirit root was nearly impossible. Yun Ziyi began to doubt her suspicions. If someone told her a person with this talent could kill a Great Heaven and injure a Half-Step Great Heaven cultivator, she wouldn't believe it.

Had she been wrong? She believed that if Ye Mo were the person she suspected, his talent would match the Du Tian Sect founder's.

However, if this Mo Ying wasn't the big-bearded man, why was his back so similar? And why his strange reaction to the Jia Lan Flower? Were these coincidences?

Seeing her expression, Ye Mo knew she still suspected him, but with less certainty.

He chuckled, “It’s the worst talent indeed, I knew it.”

Perhaps because Ye Mo wasn't the person she sought, Yun Ziyi lost interest and prepared to dismiss him.

But since Ye Mo had come, he had to inquire about the Jia Lan Flower.

“Goddess Zihua, why did you summon me? To test my talent? I already know my limitations,” Ye Mo said, sensing her disinterest and feeling contempt. This woman was pragmatic, summoning him when she suspected him and discarding him when she didn't need him.

Yun Ziyi smiled, “Mr. Mo, I apologize. I mistook you for someone else, but that's been disproven. However, why your shock at the mention of the Jia Lan Flower?”

Ye Mo sneered, “Because it can restore my face. A senior told me, but said it was precious. When your maid mentioned facial restoration, I doubted it, but upon hearing 'Jia Lan Flower,' I believed her.”

Yun Ziyi realized her mistake.

Yun Ziyi smiled, “I apologize, Mr. Mo. I used it as an excuse for your visit, but the Jia Lan Flower isn't easily obtained. It supposedly guarantees ascension to Great Heaven, even aiding those reaching beyond. I don't possess it.”

Ye Mo knew she didn't have it; his spirit sense would detect it. He wasn’t happy about being tricked, his face fell.

Yun Ziyi noticed, and said plainly, “Even if you obtained it, you couldn't keep it; you'd lose out. And while I'm not exceptionally beautiful, I'm not ugly, so you didn't lose much coming here, right?”

Ye Mo sneered, “Goddess Zihua, you’re pretty, but my wife is the prettiest. I prefer staying home with her.”

Seeing Ye Mo's refusal to leave and his contempt, Yun Ziyi said with annoyance, “The Jia Lan Flower is said to be deep within Wu Wen Mountain. I have a map—consider it yours. Good luck.”

She tossed the map before him.

Ye Mo examined it; it clearly marked herb locations, but only the outskirts. The inner mountain was uncharted, but it was enough.

Ye Mo pocketed the map, “Thank you, how much?”

Yun Ziyi smirked, “No charge. And despite your inner qi, I advise against going. Nevermind, goodbye.”

“Okay, I owe you one, goodbye.” Ye Mo left.

“Young Miss?” the green-dressed girl asked, looking at Yun Ziyi.

Yun Ziyi rubbed her head, “He's strange, but probably not him.”

Meanwhile, Ye Mo felt good. He found the Jia Lan Flower's location and erased the crazy b*tch's suspicions.

Ye Mo opened the door; Mu Xiaoyun, talking to Ji Yilan, rose and sweetly called, “Husband.”

“Brother Mo’s back,” Ji Yilan turned to leave.

Ye Mo felt great—his wife was the best.

“Someone from Shangqing Mountain said one of their sect members will fight Liu Lei from Shu Mountain. Martial Sister Yilan saw a stranger arrive, so she came too,” Mu Xiaoyun explained.

Ye Mo smiled, “Good, we'll watch tomorrow and see Liu Lei kill his opponent.”

The ship voyage would last a month. A month was long and boring for most; thus, many entertainment options existed on board, primarily for ordinary people, as most martial artists rarely used them.

The death battle was the most captivating event, even for martial artists. Bets were common.

This wasn't just a battle between two Yellow levels; the honor of their sects was at stake.

Ye Mo took Mu Xiaoyun to the bustling crowd at the fighting scene.