Chapter 741: Doing Something for Husband

“Huh?” Yun Ziyi’s hand trembled.

“Miss, is he really not Mo Youshen? Is he Xiaoyun’s husband then? He says he’s Ye Mo,” Xiao Ling exclaimed, staring in shock at the bloody scene and the sword-wounded man.

“Which arrogant fool dares kill at Chan City’s gates?!” a furious voice boomed, and an old man appeared at the city gates.

“You’re from the Taiyi Sect?” Ye Mo recognized the old man’s sect robes. He was a Great Heaven master, seemingly a bit stronger than Elder Min, but still only at the Great Heaven Primary stage. To Ye Mo, his strength was insignificant.

The old man sneered. “You resemble Martial Nephew Youshen, but regardless, you must die!”

As the man finished speaking, Ye Mo’s sword soared into the air, accompanied by a brilliant sword ray.

“Sword manipulation?” the old man gasped, astonished. Even Great Heaven Peak masters couldn’t achieve that; only the legendary realm above Great Heaven possessed such power.

“You’re above Great Heaven!” the old man managed to utter before attempting to flee. However, despite his speed, his arm was severed cleanly, like slicing through tofu.

Ye Mo offered a silent congratulation on the old man’s agility.

“Let’s see how long you can hide,” Ye Mo said, controlling his flying sword. This time, its speed was far greater.

The Great Heaven master’s soul shattered mid-scream, “Don’t attack, we can talk it—” The sentence remained unfinished. Three sword rays had already sliced him into four pieces.

Yun Ziyi stared at Ye Mo, her face pale, her heart a maelstrom of shock. It was him—the man who killed Elder Ming in Hang Shui City, who bought the Earth Spirit Fruit, who paid with 500 kilograms of gold, the man with the large beard! He probably obtained the Jia Lan Flower as well.

So, this strong? Great Heaven masters couldn’t withstand a single blow! He could even manipulate his sword—what level of power had he attained? She had guessed correctly, yet missed her chance to connect with him. Yun Ziyi’s mind went blank. A man of such power, such a whirlwind of might… how could he supposedly be talentless?

Ye Mo turned to Ziyi, speaking plainly, “Goddess Zihua, I believe you know the location of Ice Lake. Please tell me. Here’s a pill for your considerable internal injuries. Consider it repayment for a previous debt.”

Ye Mo glanced at the man on horseback—a Half-Step Great Heaven cultivator. Even with his assistance, Yun Ziyi was severely injured.

Yun Ziyi took the bottle shakily, forgetting to reply.

Seeing Ye Mo frown, Xiao Ling quickly tugged Yun Ziyi’s sleeve.

Yun Ziyi finally composed herself slightly, replying shakily, “Mr. Ye, are you looking for Sister Xiaoyun? She’s not at Ice Lake; she’s at Magical Continent Mountain, fifty kilometers from here, participating in the hidden sects’ grading tournament. She’s representing Ice Lake.”

Hearing Mu Xiaoyun was safe, Ye Mo sighed in relief.

“Where exactly? I’m going there now.” Ye Mo’s impatience was evident.

Yun Ziyi quickly responded, “I was planning to go there as well. You can come with me. However, after the tournament, Xiaoyun will be joining the Taiyi Se—”

“What?” Ye Mo interrupted sharply.

Yun Ziyi hastily explained, “Someone named Mo Youshen in the Taiyi Sect has been harassing Xiaoyun. She returned to Ice Lake to hide, but the Taiyi Sect, being overly domineering, pursued her there. They claimed Mu Xiaoyun belonged to the Taiyi Sect, and since Ice Lake is weak, after negotiations, they agreed to let Xiaoyun join Taiyi after the tournament.”

Ye Mo’s face hardened. Xiaoyun knew of his enmity with the Taiyi Sect. She would never voluntarily join; she must have been coerced.

Seeing Ye Mo’s frigid expression and palpable killing intent, Yun Ziyi shivered. “You’ve been gone four years. A year ago, Sister Xiaoyun said she’d rather die than join Taiyi, but—”

“Where is Magical Continent Mountain?” Ye Mo repeated.

Yun Ziyi shivered, instinctively pointing west. “It’s fifty kilometers west. By chariot, it takes—”

Yun Ziyi fell silent, watching in stunned disbelief as Ye Mo mounted his flying sword and vanished into the distance.

Yun Ziyi, Xiao Ling, and the horseman were all speechless. Ye Mo could fly on a sword? Who was he? An immortal?

Yun Ziyi’s body trembled with excitement. After a long moment, she regained her composure, urgently addressing the man beside her, “Uncle Tong, quickly! We must reach Magical Continent Mountain immediately.”

The largest mountain among the hidden sects was undoubtedly Magical Continent Mountain. It wasn't particularly tall, but nine peaks encircled its base. The summit was remarkably flat, covering tens of millions of square meters. For countless years, the hidden sects’ grading tournament had been held there. Resources for the hidden sects were limited; a lower grade meant fewer resources, a significant factor.

Every twenty years, second-grade and below sects held their tournament there. Every hundred years, special-grade and first-grade sects held theirs. This year was exceptionally busy, as both the twenty-year and hundred-year tournaments coincided. This overlap created a unique opportunity: gradeless sects could challenge special-grade sects, and victory would elevate them to special-grade status. There was no age restriction on challengers, only that they not be elders.

Normally, few dared challenge, as losing repeatedly risked demotion. Ice Lake was teetering on the brink of losing its third-grade status.

Though many sects were present, participant numbers were limited. Third-grade sects typically sent only two members at most; special-grade sects could send up to five. The higher the grade, the more stable the status; even if one member lost, others remained. This wasn't the case for lower-grade hidden sects.

Ji Yilan and Mu Xiaoyun represented Ice Lake. Elder Feng and two Earth-level elders had also come, as their presence was crucial to Ice Lake’s chances of reaching second grade.

“Xiaoyun…” Ji Yilan gazed worriedly at Mu Xiaoyun, whose expression had been frigid since arriving at Magical Continent Mountain.

Mu Xiaoyun rose and approached the stage. Ji Yilan quickly stopped her. “Xiaoyun, our round hasn't begun. This is the challenge period.”

“Martial Sister Yilan, I know. I’ve already secured two victories for Ice Lake. Now, I must do something for my husband.”

“Mu Xiaoyun of third-grade Ice Lake challenges the Taiyi Sect.” Mu Xiaoyun stood on the stage, her blue dress billowing slightly in the breeze, resembling a goddess poised for flight.