Chapter 702: Mu Xiaoyun’s Husband

Translator: Timothy_ Editor: GlobeGlotter

“Do you know why I didn’t kill you?” Ye Mo looked at Liao Shan and smiled.

“I—I—” Liao Shan’s teeth chattered. He could barely speak.

There had been no heaven-shattering battle, no bloody scene, yet Liao Shan felt terror to his very core. A yellow-level warrior of the Liao family, he’d witnessed earth-level masters fight more than once, but never such terrifying power. A mere wave of the hand, and a person turned to dust.

Such a powerful person had been beaten and heavily injured. Who could be stronger? It was beyond his comprehension. What shook him even more was that a chair suddenly appeared in the young man’s hand, and he sat down.

“Qianbei, if you have any questions, just ask,” Liao Shan finally understood why Ye Mo hadn’t killed him.

He couldn’t be sure he’d survive answering, but he knew refusing would mean instant death. If he’d known Ye Mo was this strong, he would have betrayed the Liao family rather than oppose him.

“Tell me about the major sects of the magical continent. What rank is higher than a city lord? Where is the Taiyi sect, and how do I get in?” Ye Mo asked.

Liao Shan trembled even more. “You—you—you’re the man the level-one hidden sects are searching for.”

The level-one hidden sects were searching for him? Ye Mo realized Jie Xun was indeed hunting him.

As if sensing Ye Mo’s unfamiliarity, Liao Shan explained, “Hidden sects have a three-tiered hierarchy; level one is the highest. A level-one search order means pursuit regardless of location. Only the three largest sects can issue such an order, so those targeted are almost always caught.”

Ye Mo sneered. “Answer my previous questions.”

“Yes, yes,” Liao Shan stammered.

…

Half an hour later, Ye Mo understood. The magical continent’s rulers were the hidden sects. Each controlled one or more cities, which provided resources and recruits. The larger the sect, the more cities it controlled. Smaller towns and cities also supplied resources to larger ones to survive.

A sufficiently powerful sect could devour a weaker one. Many smaller sects and powerful individuals controlled smaller areas or were subordinates of stronger entities.

Hang Shui was a public city, ruled by no one. Many powerful entities had businesses and commercial land there. It was densely populated, and land prices were exorbitant.

Entry to the inner hidden sects wasn’t easy. Outsiders had a chance only when the sects recruited disciples in Hang Shui. Once accepted, a disciple could contact sect members there; finding the sect independently was impossible.

A disciple card granted direct entry, bypassing tests. Such cards were given to powerful groups or individuals for significant contributions to the sect.

Ye Mo understood why the Liao family had given a card to Yu Yuyan. Though they possessed one, no one in the family had sufficient talent. Even with the lower requirements, some talent was needed.

Liao Wei happened to like Yu Yuyan, whose talent was insufficient for normal entry but enough with the card. Thus, the Liao and Yu families arranged for Yu Yuyan to receive the card, on condition she marry Liao Wei.

But Yu Yuyan took the card and broke the agreement.

After extracting all information from Liao Shan, Ye Mo killed him.

From six people, Ye Mo obtained 33 gold coins, 250 silver coins, and over 500 bronze coins. He didn’t know their exact worth, but most of the gold came from Liao Shan, so it was likely substantial.

This money meant he no longer needed to exchange his gold bricks immediately.

Ye Mo packed his prepared food and water into two large sacks and returned to Huang Ping Village.

Though he possessed the three golden scripts, he dared not reveal them. Who knew what phenomena their combined presence might unleash? Their discovery would be his ruin.

…

Many people had questioned Mu Xiaoyun, but her mind was elsewhere. She stood at the door, constantly watching for Ye Mo’s return, deeply worried he’d leave her again.

“Xiaoyun, is that your husband?” a woman spotted Ye Mo carrying two bags from afar.

“En!” Mu Xiaoyun saw him and rushed out to help.

The villagers wanted to see her husband’s wealth. Comparing Ye Mo’s scarred face to Mu Xiaoyun’s beauty, some initially felt she deserved better.

But that changed upon seeing his spoils. He gave the bags to Mu Xiaoyun, who, having received much help from the villagers, generously distributed sweets and fine wines.

Some began eating immediately. The goods were unfamiliar to many, tasting exquisite.

“Here, see if this is enough,” Ye Mo gave Mu Xiaoyun the money bag. He didn’t know local prices or her debts; if insufficient, he’d exchange a gold brick.

Mu Xiaoyun opened the bag, revealing dozens of gold coins and hundreds of silver coins. It was the first time many had seen so much gold. A strong rural youth might earn a gold coin in two years, if lucky; Ye Mo had many, casually given to Mu Xiaoyun. No one doubted his worthiness any longer.

Mu Xiaoyun’s eyes welled up. She’d feared her husband’s business had failed, yet he’d returned with so much.

She quickly repaid her debts, leaving most of the money untouched. Seeing the villagers’ admiring glances, Mu Xiaoyun felt a long-absent happiness.