Chapter 752: Xiaoyun Gone Missing

By the time Ye Mo woke again, his cultivation essence was fully restored. His spirit sense was also completely recovered, even slightly improved. A few cleansing spells removed all traces of blood.

“Brother Ye, we’ve arrived at Ice Lake,” Yun Ziyi’s voice announced. Ye Mo hadn’t spoken since entering the cart a day and a night earlier, but Yun Ziyi hadn’t dared to wake him until they reached their destination.

“Okay,” Ye Mo replied, then dashed through the Ice Lake Sect entrance like a whirlwind and vanished.

“Halt! Who goes there?” Someone stopped Ye Mo at the core hall’s entrance.

Ye Mo extended his spirit sense, his face falling—Mu Xiaoyun was absent. Elder Feng was nowhere to be seen either.

Three figures quickly approached. Ye Mo recognized two; the third appeared to be an elder.

“Mr. Ye!” Miao Lian’s expression was complex.

Ye Mo nodded. “Where’s Xiaoyun? She returned with Elder Feng. Where are they?”

Miao Lian responded quickly, “Grandma hasn’t returned. Neither have the four disciples who accompanied her.”

Ye Mo frowned, his tone hardening. “I left later than they did, yet I arrived first. How could she not be back?”

Before Miao Lian could answer, the elder behind her sneered, “Who do you think you are? Does Elder Feng need to report to you?”

Ye Mo replied plainly, “I only want to know where my wife, Xiaoyun, is. I don't care about anyone else.”

“Mu Xiaoyun? A mere Ice Lake disciple. Even if you’re important to her, what right do you have to question us? Leave! This isn't a place you can enter at will!” This elder clearly disliked Ye Mo and seemed ready to attack.

Miao Lian worried. This elder, a newcomer, was unaware of the Magical Continent Mountain events. Ye Mo’s presence meant he’d won the battle. She quickly intervened. “Elder Hu, let’s talk this out—”

Ye Mo’s voice turned icy. “I’ll ask again: where is Mu Xiaoyun? Where is Elder Feng?”

Elder Hu sneered. “What right do you have to ask about Elder Feng? You’re nothing but an insect! I’ve always despised Mu Xiaoyun—she consumes vast sect resources and does nothing but stare at Ice Lake. Are you the little bastard who made her so… interested? Since you’re so arrogant, I’ll—”

She stopped abruptly as Ye Mo waved his hand, a line of blood appearing on her neck.

“You!” The elder stared, horrified. This young man possessed terrifying power; she hadn’t even seen his attack.

Miao Lian stared, dazed. An Earth-level elder killed instantly, without resistance.

Ye Mo’s heart burned with worry. How could he restrain his anger against this woman’s insults? His prediction had been correct. Elder Feng had been plotting something, forcing him to let Xiaoyun go; staying with him would have meant death for her.

He had made preparations for Mu Xiaoyun, however. If Mu Xiaoyun’s bracelet broke, a mist would emanate. Harmless to ordinary people, but those who’d consumed the Knowing Will Pill would have one ingredient neutralized, turning the entire pill into a potent poison that corroded the meridians.

Ye Mo believed that if Elder Feng harmed Mu Xiaoyun, she’d face his retaliation. Others wouldn’t dare touch Mu Xiaoyun, as only he could cure the poison. If Mu Xiaoyun died, Elder Feng would die too.

But at Ice Lake, Ye Mo couldn’t locate Mu Xiaoyun with his spirit sense, nor sense the mark he’d placed on her bracelet. His worry intensified.

“Mr. Ye, Elder Feng truly never returned. Our cart followed hers; we’ve been back for days, but she’s still absent. We don’t know where she went,” another sect member said, sensing Ye Mo’s killing intent and knowing he could easily slaughter Ice Lake.

Ye Mo’s heart sank. This was his greatest fear. Elder Feng’s absence meant he'd lost all leads.

No—he had to find her! He turned to leave Ice Lake, but paused, then turned back, his voice cold. “Everyone in Ice Lake leaves now. Until I find Xiaoyun, no one approaches Ice Lake. Or else, you will die.”

Miao Lian and the sect member trembled at the killing intent in Ye Mo’s words.

The man shook his head, addressing Miao Lian. “Our Ice Lake disciples should leave and experience the world.”

“Secretary, you—” Miao Lian stared at the second-in-command, confused.

The secretary sighed. He vaguely understood Elder Feng’s disappearance, but telling Ye Mo, this slaughter god, might result in a massacre. He believed Elder Feng had abandoned everyone at Ice Lake, taking only four disciples to assist Ji Yilan.

Even he would be surprised to learn Elder Feng had abandoned Ji Yilan.

Ye Mo returned to the cart like a shooting star. Seeing Yun Ziyi, he nodded. “Give me directions from Ice Lake to Magical Mountain. I must find Xiaoyun. Oh, and if you know Taiyi and Kun Qian’s locations, tell me.”

Yun Ziyi sensed Ye Mo hadn’t found Mu Xiaoyun. She didn’t press and gave him a map.

Ye Mo saw the locations of major sects clearly marked, including the route from Ice Lake to Magical Continent Mountain.

“Thank you. I’m going. Wait for me in Chan City. I'll help you after I’m done.” He started to leave.

“Wait, Brother Ye!” Yun Ziyi called out.

Ye Mo turned. Yun Ziyi said quickly, “In the years you were gone, Sister Xiaoyun would stand on that large rock, waiting for you every day.”

Instantly, Ye Mo appeared on the rock, finding two faint footprints.

Ye Mo felt the footprints, longing for Mu Xiaoyun. He would find her! He felt certain she was still alive.

He left the rock, soaring into the sky on his flying sword. The journey from Ice Lake to Magical Continent Mountain was long for ordinary people, but Ye Mo covered the distance in ten minutes, searching constantly, but finding no spirit sense marks.

Disappointment grew. A whole day yielded nothing.

“Taiyi Sect, Kun Qian Sect,” Ye Mo murmured, flying towards Taiyi Sect first.