Chapter 737: Elder Jin’s Schemes

Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

Mo Youshen had calmed down completely and didn’t seem unhappy about Ji Yilan’s words. He simply said, “Martial Sister, I never denied Xiaoyun being an Ice Lake disciple.”

He paused before continuing, “She’s my fiancée, and due to my fault, she’s angry. But I believe that if we can recover our relationship, Ice Lake could become a closely related sect to Taiyi.”

Mu Xiaoyun sneered. “Mo Youshen, I never had anything to do with you, past, present, or future. The only one I love is my husband. If you dare say such words again, don’t blame me for being merciless.”

“Haha! So prodigy Mo and the genius of Ice Lake have this type of connection!” an old voice suddenly sounded.

A fat old man appeared. He had little hair except for two bushy patches at his temples.

“Elder Jin.” Mo Youshen bowed respectfully.

The old man smiled and nodded. “Great, you’re great indeed!”

He looked at Mu Xiaoyun and nodded. “How great, how truly great! You’re indeed a one-in-ten-thousand talent!”

Yun Ziyi bowed. “Yun Ziyi greets Taiyi Sect’s Elder Jin.”

The fat man seemed to have just noticed Yun Ziyi and said with embarrassment, “Oh, Goddess Zi Hua! Hello, hello, forgive my old eyes.”

Yun Ziyi smiled faintly. She knew he’d seen her immediately and wanted her to greet him first.

The old man turned to Mu Xiaoyun and said happily, “So you’re Mu Xiaoyun, the genius Ice Lake disciple?”

Mu Xiaoyun remained silent, knowing the man was from Taiyi Sect.

“Xiaoyun, this is our Great Heaven Elder. You must not be disrespectful,” Mo Youshen said.

Mu Xiaoyun sneered. “Mo Youshen, watch your words. You’re you, I am me. There’s nothing between us. I’m from Ice Lake, and you’re not someone who can call me ‘Xiaoyun.’ Watch your words.”

“Haha, this is fine, I like this kind of character. Prodigy Mo, I didn’t think you had a connection with the genius of Ice Lake. How great!”

He said to Ji Yilan, “You must be the future sect leader of Ice Lake, Sect Leader Ji. I didn’t think Mu Xiaoyun was Taiyi’s future daughter-in-law. Great! Prodigy Mo will soon become our core disciple. Our core disciple and Ice Lake’s genius form a perfect match. When you go back, please tell Elder Feng that Taiyi will propose soon. Of course, there will be plenty of gifts!”

Ji Yilan’s face changed drastically. This fat man was shameless, using the situation to take Mu Xiaoyun and ensure Ice Lake’s downfall. She regretted bringing Mu Xiaoyun.

Mo Youshen, meanwhile, rejoiced. His plan worked sooner than expected.

Mu Xiaoyun sneered. She didn’t want to speak to her enemies and said to Ji Yilan, “Martial Sister Yilan, let’s leave.” Then, she left.

…

Ye Mo felt a buzzing pain in his head. What had happened? He got up and, seeing the three Jia Lan Flowers in his hand, remembered.

He’d been sucked away by a strong force, perhaps the power of space? He dared not believe it.

The power of space—if it really was, how could he still be fine? Even Nascent Soul stage cultivators wouldn’t survive such power.

Thinking this, Ye Mo’s face fell. He was sure the poison mist protected the garden. As for the suction force, that was a teleportation formation. It was one-directional, meaning the person who set it up used it only to kill.

The person who set it up was bleak!

Ye Mo wanted to curse. No wonder this man died early; even in death, he wouldn’t let others rest.

‘Wait,’ Ye Mo thought, ‘I should be dead. How am I still alive?’

Ye Mo looked around. He was in a dull, grey dimension.

‘Where is this? Why does it seem familiar?’ Ye Mo frowned, then remembered.

His spirit sense had entered this place before—that golden dot in his dantian. This place was a world.

How did he get in there?

Ye Mo calmed down and pondered.

He’d entered because, as the owner of the golden dot, when he was about to die, the dot protected him and sent him there. That’s why he was saved.

Ye Mo rejoiced he had the three golden papers; otherwise, he wouldn’t know how he died. This world must be conscious.

Although he’d never owned a pocket world, Ye Mo knew that as the master, one could enter and exit at will.

But Ye Mo couldn’t. Even yelling, “Exit, go out!” did nothing.

An hour later, after trying everything, cold sweat ran down his back as he panicked. This was bullsh*t! Although the world saved him, he couldn’t be locked up forever, could he?

Perhaps the world had a spirit that forgot to bring him out. Ye Mo yelled, “Is there anyone there? Who got me in here? Get me out!”

Silence.

Ye Mo calmed down. Yelling was pointless. He stored the three flowers and searched for an exit from the dull, grey world.

He found the world wasn’t large, at most a few hundred square meters. Besides the visible area, everywhere else was grey, and he couldn’t go there.

In one corner, Ye Mo saw a room.

Ye Mo entered. It was small but contained things.

There was a stone tablet in the middle with a jade slip.

Ye Mo scanned his spirit sense. It contained the Primordial Fortune Chant cultivation method. He knew this method; he’d gotten a small part when his spirit sense first reached the world, but now the entire thing was there. Ye Mo didn’t look at more; there was too much information.

But the introduction allowed Ye Mo to understand some things.