Chapter 600: Run Through Water

Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

The nun stabbed the bear with a dagger. A deep gash appeared on its hide, and it ran away whimpering. The nun didn't chase it. She saw Ye Mo mount his motorbike and immediately pursued him. Although fast, she was too late; Ye Mo had already started the engine and left.

“Stop, or I’ll kill you!” Jie Xun shouted. Chasing Ye Mo required considerable inner qi, a resource she’d painstakingly cultivated. She hadn’t expected him to be so quick, and regretted not dealing with the motorbike sooner. Still, she believed catching him was only a matter of time.

Suddenly, details struck her. Had Ye Mo known she wanted to kill him? Otherwise, why run? And his timing—did he know about the bear? How? Oddly, he’d also taken her chi stone. If he’d anticipated everything, he was terrifying. She had to kill him; otherwise, she’d suffer. Was he a cultivator from a hidden sect?

It made sense. He’d likely been injured by the formation, just like her. Realizing this, she regretted her slow thinking. He might even have been there for the Ni Luo Sutra.

If she hadn’t needed to find Luo Xuan, she wouldn’t have returned to the inner hidden sects. Luo Xuan had possessed the sutra first, so she was surely involved in the missing pages. Luo Xuan, that conniving little bitch, always seemed clueless, yet she was easily tricked in the outside world. If she hadn’t kept the two pages, she’d given them away. She should have killed those three martial sisters initially.

Luo Fei was no saint either—she’d wanted the Ni Luo Sutra for her lover, but she couldn’t find Luo Fei now. She didn’t understand the younger generation’s shallowness. Did they all need a man, even lying to their sects for them? She’d lied to her sect, but for herself, not a man. A man was only useful for one thing—was it worth the trouble?

Ye Mo heard the nun’s cries and sneered. He wasn’t an idiot; stopping now was suicide. He planned to reach Ning Hai, get Beiwei’s help, and then teach the nun a lesson.

But soon, his laughter died. His motorbike was running on fumes. He saw the nun still chasing him. Worried, he was helpless. Seeing her closing in, he knew he’d be dead without another plan. How could he stall?

“You have the two remaining golden pages, right? You went to the underground room? Stop now, give them to me, and I’ll let you live. Keep running, and I’ll catch you. The first thing I’ll do is kill Luo Xuan!” Her words nearly made him fall.

She’d guessed everything. He had no intention of stalling. If she caught him, he was dead. His fuel was almost gone, so at a turn, he floored it and charged down a cliff.

Knowing she’d catch up, he crawled down, trying to hide and make her think he’d fallen. But leg pain and lack of chi overcame him, and he tumbled.

Ye Mo’s heart sank. In Shen Nong Jia, Qingxue had saved him, but now, below the Duan Heng Ranges, no one would know. He might be falling to his death.

Splash! He landed in a pond, cushioned by branches. He wasn’t dead, but covered in wounds. The cold water cleared his head, but the pond was more dangerous; the nun would arrive quickly. He let the current carry him. Being washed away was better than falling into her hands. Luckily, she was injured and it would take her time.

The water battered him, tossing him against rocks. He was bruised and bleeding. He focused, not daring to relax or lose consciousness. His will held.

After a long time, the water slowed, and he floated to the surface. He was in a narrow river. He’d made it! He breathed a sigh of relief, then tensed. He couldn’t hear or speak; the pill was taking effect.

That damned nun! He was still in danger. She’d find him soon, so he planned to swim downstream and look for a boat.

But after a few hundred meters, he knew it was hopeless. He’d lost too much blood. He couldn’t swim properly, and even if he could, escape was impossible. Hiding nearby was unrealistic.

Just then, a song drifted nearby. He saw a bamboo raft coming upstream, a man in his fifties with four baskets of herbs. It could help, but he didn’t call. He waited, then dashed under the raft and grabbed the bottom.

“Big Brother, wait!” Just as he stabilized, he heard Jie Xun call from the bank.