The Martial Emperor with Dragon Blood

Chapter 1341 - 1342: Yang Qingshu

Ye Mo looked at the Amethyst Card, knowing that the other party intended to entice him, hoping he would sell them any pills he refined in the future.

However, he didn’t refuse. There’s no harm in accepting the Amethyst Card.

After receiving the card, Steward Yang entered and took out a Sumeru ring, saying, "Senior, here lies the herbs worth three billion, ten thousand stalks of fresh yellow grass, ten thousand stalks of Nine-Souls Grass.... Senior, you can count these herbs."

While speaking, Steward Yang handed Ye Mo a list and a bill worth one billion Wheel of Reincarnation Pills.

Ye Mo glanced at it, his mind probing the space within the Sumeru ring, practically filled with herbs.

"No need. I don’t think you dare to shortchange an old man’s goods."

Ye Mo took the Sumeru ring and the bill, then left the trading house.

"Ancestor, this cloaked old man is very mysterious, and he bought so many herbs. Should we track him to see who’s such an expert?"

Steward Yang said.

"No need. Even I can’t see through this senior’s aura; that cloak he’s wearing should shield him from others’ probes. Moreover, his alchemy skills are likely above a Pill Saint; we must not offend such a person. If the Dead Soul Royal Family and Wraith Clan learn of his existence, they would surely fight tooth and nail."

Yang Zu said with lingering fear.

"Who knew money could be earned so easily."

Back at the inn, Ye Mo took off the Solitary Darkness Cloak; these herbs were enough for him to squander.

"Ye Mo, your methods are too astonishing, it’s better to reveal less in the future."

The Wraith Demon Emperor said.

"Wasn’t I forced into it? If I were on Lingwu Continent, would I have been pushed into this situation?"

Ye Mo was also helpless; he was clutching at straws, naturally needing to waste many herbs. Otherwise, If becoming an Alchemist were so easy, everyone would be one.

"Alright, let’s try refining Ninth-grade Elixirs."

Ye Mo once again entered Genius Space, starting to practice Ninth-grade Elixirs, tossing the herbs one by one into the pill furnace without any regret — knowing that each herb was worth tens of thousands of Wheel of Reincarnation Pills. Fortunately, Ye Mo was wealthy.

This time, the Ninth-grade Elixir he was refining was the Divine Venerate Pill, the easiest elixir to refine and the most demanded.

However, Ye Mo’s first attempt ended in failure; what emerged from the furnace was merely dregs, not pills.

Ye Mo wasn’t discouraged, knowing the difficulty of refining Ninth-grade Elixirs, he continued refining.

Time passed for nearly thirty days, and Ye Mo still hadn’t refined a Divine Venerate Pill. Instead, he managed to successfully refine another type of Ninth-grade Elixir — but the success rate remained roughly around seventy percent. Without the Terrestrial Fiend Furnace, Ye Mo would have been unable to succeed at all.

"It seems becoming a Ninth-Order Alchemist is not easy. However, this refining increased my Heart Force to nearly the Ninth rank pinnacle. I wonder what breaking through to the Tenth rank Heart Force would be like."

Ye Mo sat in Genius Space, sighing.

"You can never break through to Tenth rank Heart Force."

The Wraith Demon Emperor said.

"Why?"

Ye Mo asked, puzzled.

"In my day, my Heart Force was stuck at Ninth rank pinnacle, unable to break through, no matter how hard I tried."

The Wraith Demon Emperor said.

"There is such a thing?"

Ye Mo was shocked.

"Perhaps it’s related to advancing to the Immortal Position Realm. Achieving that is not easy; over the centuries of the Three Thousand Continents, few secular strengths have broken through to the Immortal Position Realm."

The Wraith Demon Emperor chuckled bitterly, "Ao Canngwu and I, we’re rare wonders. Although our cultivation had reached its pinnacle, we couldn’t break through. All our strength seemed to hit an invisible wall, no matter how formidable, we couldn’t crack it."

"Truly stepping into the Immortal Position Realm might not be about purely maximizing strength."

Ye Mo shook his head, then sensed Little Jing calling him. He immediately left the space of the Genius Badge, putting it away.

Bam!

A sound of the door breaking suddenly rang out, as three men charged in aggressively.

"Who is Ye Xiao?"

The leading man, seemingly in his twenties, dressed in an emerald-green robe, asked immediately after kicking open the door.

"What do you mean?"

Ye Mo furrowed his brow and his face turned colder.

"What do you mean?"

The man surveyed Ye Xiao, coldly saying: "So you’re Ye Xiao. I am Yang Qingshu. I hear you’ve repeatedly gone to the trading house to see Rongrong, and Rongrong even gave you the Terrestrial Fiend Furnace — you’re quite daring."

"You came here to tell me this?"

Ye Mo furrowed his brows, "If you and Yang Rong mutually like each other, you should trust her. If it’s one-sided, her giving me the Terrestrial Fiend Furnace is none of your damn business."

"What did you say?"

Yang Qingsong’s face changed dramatically; in Dan City, no one had dared talk to him like that, neither the geniuses of the Li Family nor the Chen Family.

"If you’re only here to say this, then I think you can leave. I have no time to waste with you."

Ye Mo said coldly.

For a moment, the three were furious with Ye Mo.

"Kid, you’re courting death!"

But before they could finish, a vast power erupted from Ye Mo’s body, blowing the three away simultaneously.

"Ah!"

Yang Qingshan spat out several mouthfuls of blood, his gaze on Ye Mo full of both anger and shock; he hadn’t expected Ye Mo’s strength to be so formidable.

Although he was just Divine Venerable One Soul, the two guards behind him were both Divine Venerate Two-Soul experts. Yet, there hadn’t been any battle; Ye Xiao’s release of power from his body alone had sent him flying. Ye Xiao’s strength was at least that of Divine Venerate Three Souls.

"Leave. If it weren’t for the fact you’re Yang family, you’d never leave this room alive."

Ye Mo’s voice was cold as ice, like a lurking sharp blade ready to strike at any time.

Yang Qingshu was a genius in alchemy, but his strength was weak; the two he brought were no match for Ye Mo. He could only grit his teeth, hurry to get up, and turn to flee.

"Remember to compensate the innkeeper for the door."

Watching the three flee in panic, Ye Mo added. Handling such minor characters didn’t stir Ye Mo’s interest; if they weren’t from the Yang family, he truly had a urge to kill all three.