Chapter 847: Instant Kill: Foundation Establishment State Level 1

Ye Mo suddenly laughed. “Fellow members of the Zheng Yuan Sword Sect, I believe everyone understands our sect rules. One rule prohibits intentionally sealing another member's home. Yet, someone is doing this to mine. What do the sect rules dictate I should do?”

The surrounding crowd fell silent, some even sneering at Ye Mo. Sect rules permitted killing without hesitation, but this applied only to ordinary members. Even if this foundation establishment cultivator had killed an outer sect member, the punishment would be light, let alone merely sealing his door.

Ye Mo sneered, saying lowly, “I was going to kill the person sealing my home, but considering we’re from the same sect, I’ll merely lay waste to him. I’m sure someone has already recorded my words with a crystal ball.”

A roar of laughter followed the initial silence. Ye Mo unleashed his flying sword. It wasn't fast—he was outwardly only at chi gathering stage 8. Yet, it silently pierced the foundation establishment cultivator's dantian, precisely as Ye Mo had predicted.

The foundation establishment cultivator sneered. A mere stage 8 chi gathering cultivator daring this in front of him? He reached for the flying sword, considering it little more than a metal rod. However, the sword pierced his hand without resistance, then his dantian, with equal speed, before returning to Ye Mo's hand.

The foundation establishment cultivator stared dazedly at his pierced dantian and severed hand, speechless. After a long moment, he mumbled, “You’re at foundation establishment state?”

Ye Mo sneered. “A mere foundation establishment state level 1 cultivator dares to lock my home? I said I wouldn’t kill you, and I won’t. Begone!”

Ye Mo then unleashed his spirit sense, revealing his true foundation establishment state level 3 strength. The onlookers quickly retreated, as did the few chi gathering disciples accompanying the injured cultivator.

Seeing the crowd disperse, Ye Mo took Song Yangzhu and Ye Ling's hands. “Let’s go.”

“Brother, you’ve reached foundation establishment state?” Ye Ling exclaimed, understanding the difficulty of reaching this level after only a few months in the cultivation realm.

Ye Mo nodded. “Yes, but don't worry. If you cultivate with me, foundation establishment state won't be difficult.” He wasn't bluffing; he possessed foundation establishment pills and was a pill master.

“Where is Silver?” Ye Mo remembered Ning Qingxue’s pet and wanted to ensure its safety.

Song Yangzhu quickly replied, “She’s on Yan Yuan Peak. Are we leaving the sect? I’ll bring her here.”

Ye Mo waved his hand. “No rush, we’re not betraying the sect. Let's get a mission first. We'll retrieve Silver afterward.”

“Brother, are we going to roam the world from now on? I love it!” Ye Ling's enthusiasm hinted at excessive television viewing.

The crowd murmured. Even Li Bailsen, the strongest below golden core state, wouldn’t casually attack a foundation establishment cultivator.

Ye Mo took the women to the mission hall, only to find Li Bailsen absent. Bewildered, he asked Ye Ling, “Ye Ling, do you know where that scoundrel Li went?”

Ye Ling pondered. “I heard he went to an auction. He’s not back yet.”

If Li Bailsen was truly gone, Ye Mo could leave. However, he knew he still needed a mission from the hall.

The mission hall was bustling as usual. Ye Mo looked at the mission screen and instructed Song Yangzhu, “You and Ye Ling get a mission. The further away, the better. If not, choose one from the All Herbs Mountain Ranges, regardless of difficulty or reward.”

Song Yangzhu nodded, understanding his plan to leave the sect.

After the women departed, Ye Mo went to the exchange place seeking a Ming Yuan pill. There were fewer people here. A cultivator in his fifties greeted Ye Mo hospitably upon seeing his foundation establishment state cultivation, despite his outer sect attire.

“Martial Uncle, may I assist you?” The cultivator was at chi gathering stage 9.

Ye Mo nodded. “Do you have a Ming Yuan pill for trade?”

“A Ming Yuan pill?” The cultivator looked surprised, then quickly recovered. “Sorry, Martial Uncle, Ming Yuan pills are rare and not usually available here. You can only obtain them as a reward for major missions, from the sect, or by purchasing them at a pill store.”

Ye Mo found this surprising; he hadn't considered a Ming Yuan pill particularly rare. This meant changing his plans. He couldn't face a peak foundation establishment genius as a level 3 cultivator. Even if he could kill Li Bailsen, he wouldn’t emerge unscathed.

“Do you have any level 6 or higher runes?” Ye Mo asked.

The cultivator readily nodded. “Martial Uncle, yes, but each costs 5000 points.”

Five thousand points? Ye Mo was speechless. The Rainbow Golden Flower mission had yielded only 300 points, split five ways.

“I don’t have enough points,” Ye Mo said. “Can I trade with spirit stones or other items?”

The cultivator hesitated. “Sorry, Martial Uncle, we only accept points. You can exchange other items, but they must first be converted to points. Two low-grade spirit stones equal one point.”

Ye Mo cursed. He possessed slightly over 10,000 low-grade spirit stones, enough for only one level 6 rune. Level 6 runes cost 6,000 spirit stones on the open market.

As Ye Mo hesitated, a gruff voice called, “Martial Brother Ye!”

He turned to see Liu Zhenyue.

“It’s you, Liu Zhenyue!” Ye Mo was relieved to see her safe, though her voice was now rough, and she was thinner than before.