Chapter 342: Hurt
Translator: Tim Editor: Fish Creek
When Ye Mo woke up, the spiritual chi had dissipated. He stood up with regret, feeling his power had increased a level. Although still at stage 4, he had enough spiritual chi to fly from Ning Hai to Hong Kong on his flying sword.
Ye Mo felt hungry, which shocked him. Normally, he could go two or three days without eating, but this hunger indicated at least three days had passed.
Considering the lost time, Ye Mo mounted his flying sword and headed straight for Ning Hai.
In Ning Hai, he found Yang Jiu and Han Zai still guarding outside Wei Xian. They were desperate; Ye Mo had promised to return the next day or night, but it was now the fourth day. Despite this, they hadn't left.
Yang Jiu, though unsure why Ye Mo hadn't returned, suspected something had happened to Earth Fiend. Knowing their strict rules, a few days without contact meant trouble. Their absence in Ning Hai confirmed his fears.
This was why Yang Jiu and Han Zai remained.
Upon Ye Mo's return, they greeted him. After speaking, Ye Mo realized he'd been cultivating for four days—hence the hunger.
“Qian bei, I’ve dealt with Xie. He plotted against you and Ms. Su Jingwen; we have evidence. Should we kill him?” Yang Jiu was reverent. Knowing Ye Mo had annihilated Earth Fiend, and having found clues, he suspected something had happened.
Ye Mo waved his hand: “You two deal with him. Get money from him if possible, but don’t let him off easily. His life matters little. Afterward, go to Flowing Snake and find my second brother, Xu Ping. I'm starting a company there; there will be places for you. I'll join you after dealing with some things. Don’t worry about Earth Fiend; I’ve eradicated them.”
Yang Jiu and Han Zai stared in shock. He'd annihilated a major hitman organization in a few days. Ye Mo seemed even more mysterious.
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Afterward, Ye Mo didn't go to Su Jingwen but to Xuan Jiang, aiming for the He Liu Sect.
He was disappointed to find the Xuan Jiang Zhang family knew nothing of Zhang Zhihui. Only the family leader had heard of him, but hadn't seen or contacted him in a long time.
Ye Mo realized he'd had no news from Zhang Zhihui since sending him to destroy Broken Fist Hall.
Putting that aside, Ye Mo went to Wuliang Mountain to bring back his sister, Tang Beiwei.
Wuliang Mountain remained unchanged, bustling with tourists.
At Serenity's entrance, he found the chains gone. Someone had cut them, which was unusual; even secluded sects maintained outside connections for necessities.
His worry increased knowing his sister was there.
Ye Mo flew to the opposite cliff, entering Serenity valley. Reaching the end of the path, he used his spirit sense.
Tang Beiwei tended to the blue flower blue leaf grass, completely absorbed.
Ye Mo breathed easier. She seemed fine, and Jing Xian hadn't mistreated her.
He entered her yard and called, “Beiwei.”
Tang Beiwei spun around, dropping her spade, and ran to him, joyful: “Brother, you’re here.”
Ye Mo patted her shoulder, unsure how to tell her.
“What’s wrong, Brother?” Tang Beiwei sensed his hesitation, a bad feeling rising.
“Beiwei, I’m sorry, I’m late. Mother has passed away…” Ye Mo produced Tang Jing’s ashes. He knew it would sadden her, but it was the only way.
Tang Beiwei released his arm, taking the box in disbelief. She was speechless. Though not her real mother, Tang Jing was her mother.
Her mother had gone to Beijing… how long ago? An ash box? She couldn't accept it. Her mother was supposed to enjoy life, not die. Why? Tang Beiwei froze.
Since childhood, her mother had supported her, enduring hardship for her daughter's sake. Rain or shine, her mother had always protected her.
But now, her daughter was grown, yet her mother was gone.
“Mum…” Tang Beiwei sobbed, clutching the box. She knelt, tears streaming.
Ye Mo watched, offering no comfort; she needed to grieve.
After a long while, her voice hoarse, Ye Mo lifted her. “Beiwei, Auntie’s gone. She wouldn’t want to see you like this. Find a place to lay her to rest.”
Tang Beiwei sniffed, hugged him, and cried again. She was fortunate to have a brother. Without him, she would be utterly alone.
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Under a pine tree outside Serenity, Tang Beiwei buried her mother's ashes.
She inscribed the tombstone: “Sweet mother Tang Jing’s grave, erected by daughter Tang Beiwei.”
Ye Mo didn’t interfere. Afterward, he knelt and kowtowed with Tang Beiwei.
“Beiwei, come with me; I’ll take you to my company.” Ye Mo wanted to lift her spirits.
Tang Beiwei shook her head. “Brother, I don’t want to leave yet. The people here are kind, and I like my life here. Mum just left; I want to stay with her awhile.”
“Beiwei, you…” Ye Mo hadn’t expected her to want to stay in such seclusion.
Tang Beiwei walked beside him, taking his arm. “Brother, besides you, I have no kin. I know you’re going to find Luo Ying. I’ll wait for you here. When you find her, bring her to see me.”
She paused, then softly said: “Brother, sometimes, I wish I weren’t your sister. If I weren’t, I would marry you and go find Luo Ying with you.”
She knew that even if she left with him, she would be alone. Ye Mo would be searching for Luo Ying, and she was comfortable where she was.
Ye Mo ruffled her hair. “Don’t talk nonsense. Let’s go to your quarters first.”
“Mhm, Brother, the blue flower blue leaf grass you gave me bloomed again.” Tang Beiwei’s sadness seemed to lessen.
Ye Mo nodded. “Mhm, I saw. You’ve cared for it well. Thank you, Beiwei. And your cultivation is progressing; you’ve reached stage one. Keep working hard. I’ll properly teach you before I go.”
Tang Beiwei shook her head. “Brother, don’t thank me. And I will work hard. Mhm, Brother, how did you get in?”